Han Jingyun couldn't help but mutter in his heart, no wonder his mother often called his father a stinky man. I can sleep in such a dirty place. It seems that my eldest brother is no better than my father.
I was holding the rag in my little hand, thinking that I couldn't help but use a little more strength. It seemed that the table below looked very slovenly to Han Du.
Han Du had no choice but to touch his nose and say nothing. It was better for him to shut up at this time. No matter what you say, you will be rejected by girls.
In the dead of night, Han Du was lying down on the bed. His eyes were slightly closed, his breathing was even, and he was motionless, as if he was no different 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, and Han Du stayed up until he really fell asleep, and did not hear the slightest movement outside the door. It wasn't until Han Du suddenly woke up while half asleep that he realized there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door.
Han Du finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the knock on the door. Originally, Han Du was not sure whether those people would come if he changed his room. 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, truly relaxed and fell asleep peacefully.
The sun was shining brightly, and Han Du slowly got up from the bed. Just after washing up, Uncle Mu told me 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 his adopted son who was older than him, Han Du felt depressed for a while. How many adopted sons did this Lan Yu have? I've seen about ten of them, right? Now, is there any one I haven't seen?
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 responded: "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 Mr. Huang what kind of things he needed.
After hearing this, Mr. Huang nodded quickly and replied: "No problem, sir. This is a simple thing. I wonder when will you ask for it?"
"Of course the sooner the better." Han Du estimated that he would be very busy next. It would be best if the distilled liquor could be prepared in advance. Otherwise, when you get busy, you won't be able to make distilled wine. When the time comes, Lan Yu thinks that she has deceived him, so why doesn't he push herself to death?
Mr. Huang thought for a while and said: "The Banknote Bureau has something similar to yours. 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 agreed quickly. But then someone 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 above average.
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 kind of taste is extremely bad, and I’m afraid you may not be able to drink it if 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? I 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 is all over the streets. Uncle Mu bought 500 kilograms of it after visiting a few stores. Seeing that Uncle Mu bought so much at once, the wine buyer 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 flow into the jar, 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 feel greedy.
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.
Han Du saw this and quickly stopped him, "Wait a minute." Han Du took the gourd from Uncle Mu's hand, took out a fingertip-sized cup from his arms, and explained with a smile: "This wine is too strong, drinking like this will kill someone."
After saying that, he took a glass of distilled wine and handed it to Uncle Mu, "Drink it bit by bit like this."
