Xia Ze led He Xu along the long road, blowing the cool evening breeze, and walked step by step towards the famous wine alley in Qingcheng Town.
Qingcheng Town has a long history of sericulture and spinning since ancient times.
The craftsmanship passed down by the embroiderers in the town has been passed down for thousands of years, and the silk yarn spun has the reputation of "resembling a 45-foot waterfall in front of the bright moon on Tiantai Mountain, with the ground covered with white fireworks and clusters of snow", so it is very popular among the fairies on the mountain.
Favored by merchants from all over Piaomiao Continent, they often come here to purchase goods and sell them to other continents, and the price can rise several times.
The young man occasionally walked in front of the silk stalls, but seeing the young women picking and choosing and making a fuss, he wanted to step forward several times, but lost his courage and looked forward to seeing them.
He Xu looked at the prosperous stall, then at Xia Ze, and asked softly: "Xia Ze, do you want to buy cloth?"
Xia Ze smiled sheepishly and said: "We have a big business, how can I be embarrassed to be the shopkeeper? I have to study the cloth and silk in Qingcheng Town, why they sell so well, what are the advantages, and how are they different from our cloth?"
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He Xu seemed to understand, but he only knew that Xia Ze was now a rich man.
Xia Ze shook his head: "Wu Zhui said this is called making money in a good way, and he is very knowledgeable."
The hawker on the street vendor was sharp-eyed and shouted through the crowd: "Young Master, take a look at it. The cloth we have here can be used to strengthen your husband's relationship if you give it to your daughter-in-law."
The women who were originally chattering and laughing together turned their heads when they heard this shouting, wanting to see the honor of this person.
With the bright lights on both sides of the street and the sharp edges on his face, Xia Ze's complexion, which had been exposed to the sun all year round, was ultimately defeated by his flaws.
The women looked at the young man with great interest. He was a bit thinner, but he had good bones. The blue gown with a unique literati temperament added a lot to his appearance, and he had an aloof aura.
Girls of very similar age, with the wind chimes in their hearts trembling slightly, have begun to whisper about the origin of this young master, a foreigner? Or the young master from which mansion.
Fortunately, their attention was all on Xia's face and they could not see the pair of straw sandals Xia Ze was wearing. Otherwise, they would have been upset for a long time when their fantasy was gone.
Xia Ze politely walked aside, smiled at He Xu and said, "Pick one for your sister as well, and consider it a gift from me."
After selling the cloth and silk, the two of them walked to a cold corner, quietly stuffed the items in their hands into square objects, and then walked out pretending as if nothing had happened.
The two of them suddenly realized something. If they looked around, they might not be able to get out of the alley leading to Chunjiu Alley all night long.
A seller of iron broad beans shouted loudly, and the slogan was popular and thought-provoking: "Iron broad beans, grab a lot of them, if you marry a wife, you don't want a mother!"
Some people completely rely on the principle that the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys. They hold a cattail leaf fan and fan it on the utensils containing late-night snacks, and the aroma wafts far away.
The single-cage golden pastry mentioned earlier is made by mixing butterfat into the pasta ingredients. When it comes out of the cage, it is golden in color, crispy and delicious.
Clam soup made from clams is fragrant.
There is also a snack that is said to be used to punish traitors who killed loyal ministers. It is kneaded into a shape of dough, fried in a pan until golden brown, and served with hot soy milk or porridge made from ground soybeans. Just think about it.
It just makes people salivate.
After walking two-thirds of the way, the arms of the two little country bumpkins from Yunxi Town were already full, and they couldn't spare any time to get the fried noodles.
"No... I can't buy any more. I won't be able to fill my stomach if I eat hot pot later..." Xia Ze was vague...
He Xu's mouth was fuller, so he had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Outside Chunjiu Alley, you can smell the aroma mixed with various drinks from afar, and the alley is filled with men who are swaying.
What's more, after drinking wine and feeling sad, he suddenly became inspired by poetry. He took off his clothes, took the brush from his belt, and shouted that he wanted to inscribe on the beams and pillars on the roof of the restaurant.
The oirans on the balcony were hiding their faces and laughing. Some of them were arrogant and arrogant, and they were already smiling and fell into the arms of a certain scholar, making the man who had gained the advantage flutter with love.
"Ink? Where's the ink? Get the ink!" The man took off his clothes and shouted, feeling drunk.
After no one answered for a long time, the man became a little anxious and staggered drunkenly: "You won't give me ink, will you? They all look down on me, right? I have it myself! Come on!"
After he finished speaking, a stream of clear yellow water flowed down.
The man's smile became more and more wild. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the water flowed rapidly. Thunderous laughter erupted in the restaurant.
Xia Ze and He Xu frowned and took a few steps back, just because the man stood on the path they must pass.
Finally, a scholar with a jade crown on his head came up angrily and slapped him in the face until stars appeared in his eyes and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.
The scholar shook his hands and covered his mouth and nose to make the stench gradually weaken. He cursed politely and walked away.
"Hahaha! There's ink! There's ink! Let's go!" The man touched the blood on his mouth and nose, laughed, and dipped a brush on his nose.
"Let's go!"
With this stroke of the pen, the pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and everything is done in one go.
Xia Ze was amazed, this line of writing really has everyone's style.
The man dipped his blood ink twice and wrote: "The world is great when you are drunk, and the sun and moon grow long in the pot."
Some people nodded in approval, while others shook their heads and said it was quite satisfactory.
The man looked at the sighs coming from all directions and murmured softly: "You don't understand, you don't understand wine, and you don't understand poetry."
"Du Jiuzhai, did you steal this poem?" someone joked.
The man had a wry smile on his face, raised his head to drink, then dipped the brush on his nose, wrote two sentences eloquently, and then left with the pot.
Xia Ze came forward and saw that there was a different font on the ground, with cursive writing and freehand strokes, as if he was crazy and drunk.
There is endless wine in the world, and there are famous buildings in the world.
Xia Ze was amazed again and again, picked up He Xu, jumped up and flew high, skipping the four lines of words.
"This drunkard is prone to making fools of himself when he's drunk. Don't tell me, this cursive calligraphy really has some charm. Come on, print these lines on rice paper and light a lantern to make a sign." The shopkeeper shouted. .
But no one noticed that just as the waiter had just rubbed the red verses on the ground, the jars of wine in the wine vats in the wine cellar of the restaurant, opened the wine corks, turned into intoxicating mist, formed into water dragons, and shot straight into the sky. , and finally inhaled the gourd around the man's waist.
"If you want to drink, come with me." Xia Ze called to the man's back.
The man turned back and glanced at Xia Ze, shook the gourd, and said with a smile: "There is enough wine, don't bother me, sir. See you soon!"
Xia Ze said goodbye and took He Xu into a restaurant. This restaurant had three floors. He asked the clever waiter for a private room with a view of the night view of Qingcheng Town.
The man sat on a gourd of three sizes, flying in the clouds and mist, and had already traveled thousands of miles in an instant.
He recalled the young man's mixed yet extremely pure aura, slapped his forehead, and exclaimed in astonishment: "It's bad. I was so drunk that I didn't even notice it was a gift from heaven."
"Lost and found again, a false alarm, and meeting again after a long separation are the three great blessings in life. They are rare and valuable when they meet again after twists and turns." He grinned, fell drunk on the gourd, and fell asleep.
The wind howls in my ears, and the gourd has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains.
The cook seemed to have a special skill. He held three bowls on each arm on his left and right arms. First, he brought some exquisite appetizers. Then he brought up a steaming copper pot with a blazing charcoal fire underneath. He Xu's
Her little face turned red, which was a bit gratifying.
Next to the copper stove were several plates of hot dishes, chicken with onion and vinegar, Tianhua Biluo, Shengpingzhi, and a plate of five raw vegetables made of sheep, pig, cow, bear, venison, and vegetables.
"Just the two of us?" He Xu asked.
"How can that be possible? We have prepared a banquet and are waiting for the guests to come." Xia Ze said with a smile, his eyes shining brightly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure came out of the air, tapped the hut of the restaurant a few times, turned over and jumped in through the window.
Xu Xiuzhu rubbed his hands, looked at the steaming soup in the copper pot, and sat down next to Xia Ze unceremoniously.
Lu Yixiang, who came next, quietly pulled him beside him, picked up a cigarette stick and hit Xu Xiuzhu on the head, and the man sat aside angrily.
"Why haven't you seen Sister Yingluo?" Xia Ze asked.
Xu Xiuzhu asked the master to take a seat and replied: "The daughter of a wealthy family always has to have some rules. I guess she is reminiscing with her grandmother right now."
"Boy Xia, you made quite a scene earlier, didn't you? Along the way we walked, we could see people from the Yang family holding bonfires, looking for you all over the city." Lu Yixiang said happily.
Xia Ze looked out the window and saw that Wu Zhui and Ayu were nowhere to be seen, so he agreed and was ready to start, but he heard a gust of wind blowing in his ears.
"My lord, the little god Wu Zhui is late, I hope you will forgive me." Wu Zhuan saluted respectfully.
Beside him, there was the fox demon Ayu who had a face full of reluctance.
Seeing that everyone was about to leave, Xia Ze introduced each other.
"Wu Zhuan, you're late, so you have to punish yourself with three cups." Xia Ze said with a smile.
"That's natural. My lord gave me wine, so there's no reason to drink it." Wu Zhuang raised his head and drank three glasses of wine in a row, his face flushed.
Xia Ze laughed loudly and became more and more proud.
Lu Yixiang, who has traveled around the world for many years, can see through the relationship between master and servant at a glance. Although Xia Zewufu has a good foundation, he is still very scheming in persuading people to drink. He is really unfamiliar, and he can't tell that Wu Zhuan is just pretending.
So that he can relax his vigilance.
As the fire grew stronger, the waiter walked in with bright red rabbit meat, then picked out a few bones and threw them into the soup.
Lu Yixiang praised: "Surges clear the river and snow, and the wind blows the sunset."
It is said that the soup pot is boiling like white snow, and the rabbit meat is as bright as the sunset. This rabbit meat hot pot is called Bo Xia Gong!
"Boy, your hot pot is almost boring. Without spicy food, you can't taste the mellow aroma of wine!" Just as he was talking, he took out a can of spicy oil from his baggage, threw it into the soup with a plop, and soon it turned red.