Han Jingyun couldn't help but mutter in his heart, no wonder his mother often called his father a stinky man. He was able to sleep in such a dirty place. It seemed that his eldest brother was no better than his father.
I was holding the rag with my little hand, thinking that I couldn't help but use a little more strength. It seemed that the table below looked very sloppy to Han Du.
Han Du could only touch his nose and say nothing. It was better for him to shut up at this time. No matter what he said, the girl would dislike him.
In the dead of night, Han Du was lying down on the bed, sleeping. His eyes were slightly closed, his breathing was even, and he was motionless, as if there was no difference from when he fell asleep in the past.
But Han Du didn't sleep.
Nervously, I focused all my attention on the door.
That night, there were no stars or moon. Han Du stayed up until he really fell asleep, and did not hear the slightest movement outside the door. It was not until Han Du suddenly woke up while half asleep and half awake that he realized that there was a "dong dong" sound outside the door.
"Dong" knock on the door.
When Han Du heard the knock on the door, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Originally, Han Du was not sure whether those people would come if he changed rooms. Now it seems that they are very confident in their own methods.
Without any hesitation, he tampered with Han Dumen.
I just don't know if these people can escape Lao Zhu's dragnet tonight. Han Du smiled slightly in his heart, really relaxed his mind, and fell asleep peacefully.
The sun was shining brightly, and Han Du slowly got up from the bed. As soon as he finished washing, Uncle Mu informed him that someone was looking for him.
Han Du came to the hall and saw a tough man sitting inside. What was puzzling was that Han Du didn't recognize him.
"Dare I ask?"
Before Han Du finished asking, the visitor heard the noise, turned around quickly, bowed to Han Du, and said, "I met my uncle. My foster father ordered me to come to my uncle's place to get some wine."
Han Du immediately understood that this was probably Lan Yu's adopted son, and only they would call him uncle.
Looking at the adopted son who was older than him, Han Du felt depressed for a while. How many adopted sons did Lan Yu have? He had seen ten of them, so now there was just one that he had never seen before?
And Sapphire is urging her to die. How can she make distilled liquor so quickly?
"Go back and tell my elder brother not to worry. I promise to let him taste the best wine within ten days." Han Du said angrily.
The person who came was also a stupid person. Han Du suppressed him as an elder, leaving him with no hair at all. He had to lower his head and said, "Yes. My nephew will go back and report to his adoptive father."
"Hmm~"
Han Du acted like an elder and saw off the guests with tea.
As soon as the people left, Han Du immediately went out to find Mr. Huang and told him what kind of things he needed.
After hearing this, Mr. Huang nodded quickly and replied: "No problem, sir. This thing is simple. I wonder when will you need it?"
"Of course, the sooner the better." Han Du estimated that he would be very busy next. It would be best if he could prepare the distilled liquor in advance. Otherwise, when he got busy, he would not be able to make the wine.
Distilled liquor. When the time comes, Lan Yu thinks she has deceived him, so why not drink him to death?
Mr. Huang thought for a while and said: "The Banknote Bureau has something similar to this one. It only needs a few modifications and it should be usable. If you are really in a hurry, just modify it and you can give it to me in the afternoon."
Send it to me, sir."
"Then the relationship is good, that's it." Han Du agreed happily.
In the afternoon, the still that Han Du wanted was delivered to Han Mansion.
Han Du quickly called to Uncle Mu, "Uncle Mu, hurry up and buy some wine."
"Okay." Uncle Mu quickly agreed. But then he asked, "I wonder what kind of wine the young master wants? How much does it cost? This wine is different, and the price is different."
Han Du listened, pondered for a moment, and asked tentatively: "What is the price of good wine, and what is the price of bad wine?"
Uncle Mu quickly replied: "This good wine is not cheap. There are many small jars, and there are also ten small jars. A small jar usually weighs three kilograms of wine."
Uncle Mu thought that Han Du bought wine to drink himself, and he was thinking of wine that was medium or above.
Who knew that Han Du was dissatisfied after hearing this, waved his hand and asked: "What about the bad wine? I want the cheapest wine, which costs about four to five hundred kilograms."
Uncle Mu didn't know why Han Du wanted that kind of bad wine, but since Han Du asked, he still replied honestly: "The cheapest one is naturally the kind of bad wine sold on the street. A large jar weighs a hundred kilograms.
It only costs a hundred cents. However, although this kind of bad wine also tastes like alcohol, it tastes bitter and unpleasant to drink. Only poor people will buy this kind of wine to drink..."
The implication is that this tastes very bad, and I’m afraid you may not be able to drink it after you buy it.
Han Du decided directly, "That's it. Uncle Mu, go and buy five hundred catties first."
What should I be afraid of if it tastes bad? What should I be afraid of if it tastes bitter? You don’t drink it directly. As long as it smells like alcohol, it means it contains alcohol. You just need to distill the alcohol out.
When Uncle Mu saw that Han Du insisted on this bad wine, he didn't ask any questions, nodded and went to buy the wine.
This kind of bad wine was all over the streets. Uncle Mu went to a few stores and bought five hundred kilograms. The wine buyer saw that Uncle Mu bought so much at once, and he enthusiastically helped deliver the wine to Han Mansion.
Han Du asked Uncle Mu to help him, put the still on the pot, poured the wine into the pot, and started to heat it up.
"Master, what are you doing?" Uncle Mu also understood at this time that the master bought bad wine and did not drink it himself.
Han Du smiled and said mysteriously: "You'll understand later."
After a short time, the other end of the distiller began to condense the water mist from the starting point, converging into a water line and leaving it behind.
Han Du had already prepared the jar and caught it.
Uncle Mu and Han Du watched the water flowing into the jar together, took a deep breath, and praised: "This is such a rich and fragrant aroma. Is this wine?"
"Of course it's wine," Han Du said with a smile, "and it's also the best wine."
As soon as he heard about the best wine, Uncle Mu, a wine lover, started to get greedy in his stomach.
He eagerly asked Han Du, "Sir, can I have a taste?"
"Can."
Hearing Han Du's words, Uncle Mu picked up a ladle in one hand, took a large ladle and poured it into his mouth.
Seeing this, Han Du quickly stopped and said, "Wait a minute." Han Du took the ladle from Uncle Mu's hand, took out a fingertip-sized cup from his arms, and explained with a smile: "This wine is too strong. Drink like this."
But it will cost lives."
After saying that, he took a glass of distilled wine and handed it to Uncle Mu, "Drink it bit by bit like this."