call!
Lu Xiu let out a sigh of relief.
Then it collapsed like a deflated rubber ball.
The whole person fell straight down.
Fortunately, Zhao Ping had quick eyes and quick hands and hugged him, preventing him from falling to the ground.
"Axiu, what's wrong with you?"
Lu Dashan asked worriedly.
Zhao Ping also took the opportunity to check Lu Xiu's pulse, and then looked at his eyelids, tongue coating, etc.
Finally he said: "Uncle Lu, don't worry, Ah Xiu is fine."
"He's just too tired. If he takes a nap, he'll be fine tomorrow."
"I'll ask Huzi to send over a rabbit later, and you can give it a good patch."
But Lu Dashan did not give him a good look. He took his son from his hand and said coldly with a dark face: "Boy from the Zhao family, if there is something wrong with my Asiu, I will never end it with you."
After he left, Zhao Ping originally planned to leave.
But when he saw the notebook and pen thrown on the ground, he changed his mind.
Pick it up and start drawing.
The picture I drew last time was based on a pistol that was circulated on the Internet.
It was probably because of workmanship issues that Lu Xiu couldn't make it.
This time Zhao Ping painted Zhuge Liannu.
In fact, it is also Zhao Ping's fault. He is a modern man and is used to shooting with one hand.
And Zhuge Liannu needs both hands.
So Zhao Ping gave up at that time.
Thinking about it now, my ideas were still too advanced and I didn't seriously consider the current background of the times.
It is not unreasonable for Zhuge Liannu to be popular for a while during the Three Kingdoms period.
But Zhao Ping didn't know Zhuge Liannu's structure.
I've only seen it online.
He draws the shape first and then adds parts to it.
All of them were analyzed by himself based on the functions of Zhuge Liannu. Zhao Ping could not guarantee whether it would be successful or not.
Zhao Ping wasted several pieces of paper before he could draw a rough outline.
Li Hu came over for the fifth time to ask him to go home for dinner. Wen Hui also came at the same time, wanting Zhao Ping to taste the wine she made.
Zhao Ping was stubborn and could only follow them home.
While eating, Wenhui brought up the wine she had made.
The scent is not bad.
The alcohol content is just a little lower, similar to modern home-brewed rice wine.
It's about 30 degrees, which is much better than the wine from the Dawei Dynasty.
"You probably didn't control the heat well."
Zhao Ping commented: "Don't use a strong fire, otherwise the water will evaporate, and the resulting wine will not be that strong..."
After dinner, Zhao Ping carefully taught Wenhui how to make wine.
This girl is quite smart and can quickly make her own spirits that are around 50 degrees.
And he also took the initiative to take on the important task of making wine.
Seeing that Zhao Ping could really make tribute wine, Liu Mengru's state completely adjusted.
Maybe what he drank was not tribute wine, but something made by someone else.
He even asked: "Mr. sir, what is the name of our wine?"
"Yes, benefactor, our wine is so fragrant, it must have a resounding name."
Wen Hui also asked.
Qian Liu, on the other hand, was lying on the grass hut and said happily: "Brother Ping, this wine is so fragrant, as if it was drunk by gods. Let's just call it fairy wine."
"Good name."
Zhao Ping praised.
But he didn't nod immediately, but fell into deep thought.
Selling something can’t just rely on good quality, it must also have a good background story to create a brand effect.
For example, a shipwrecked bag, or a diamond whose love is stronger than gold.
What kind of story needs to be paired with wine?
Zhao Ping suddenly thought of homesickness.
Because ancient dignitaries and literati often left their hometowns.
Then it was created that many poems and songs in the nine-year compulsory education express the author's homesickness.
Most of these people have money.
A glass of wine can remind them of the past in their hometown, and they will definitely not be stingy.
If it is paired with a poem and song that has been passed down through the ages, it would be even more perfect.
Zhao Ping can't write poems, but he can copy them.
Especially Zhao Ping, who had just drank and missed his parents in his previous life. I wonder how they are doing now?
He couldn't help but read out a poem.
The sky is blue, the leaves are yellow on the ground, the autumn colors are in waves, and the waves are green with cold smoke.
The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country is chasing my thoughts on the journey, unless I leave good dreams to sleep every night.
Leaning alone against the bright moon on a high building, wine fills my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
After reciting, Zhao Ping said: "This wine is called Acacia."
"Having a drink can remind people of their hometown and relatives."
"It's true."
Qian Liu said: "I almost think of my parents."
"Those damn bandits."
"I also think about my family."
Wen Hui also said: "My dear, your name is so appropriate."
Even Liu Mengru murmured softly, "I want to too, but where is my family?"
Forehead!
Zhao Ping was speechless for a while.
This is not the right reaction.
Why not play your cards according to common sense?
When people travel back in time and recite poems and compose poems, isn't the audience applauding?
The awesome sounds are endless.
Then it spread to the ears of literary people, and he was favored, and he rose to great heights.
But why are all these people immersed in wine?
He didn't seem to care about the words at all.
But Zhao Ping soon felt relieved.
After all, Xiping Village is a remote village. It is so poor that it can't even afford food, so how can it have any money left to study.
The Qian Liu family had some money before.
But that guy is uneducated and has no skills. He can barely recognize a few words, which is considered a high level of incense.
Wen Hui was born as a girl and was only enlightened.
I can read and decipher words, but I can't write poems and lyrics.
Liu Mengru should know something, but she could only remember her own name and nothing else.
Talking about poetry and poetry with these people is like playing the piano to an ox.
"Don't be emotional."
Zhao Ping interrupted the three people's contemplation, "We are wine sellers. If we are immersed in it ourselves, how can we still sell wine?"
"Let's all rest today."
"Starting from tomorrow, Wen Hui will be in charge of making wine, Qian Liu will be there to help, Yun Man..."
"Hey, where is Yunman?"
It was only then that Zhao Ping realized that he had not seen Yun Man.
Not during meal time.
At that time, Zhao Ping thought Yun Man had gone out to watch.
As a result, everyone was making wine here, and the aroma of the wine was so rich that it didn't attract him, which made Zhao Ping frown slightly.
"My benefactor, Yun Man was called away by the head of the next village."
Wenhui explained: "I heard that tigers appeared in the back mountains, so the village chief of the next village formed a tiger hunting team and gathered all the surrounding hunters together."
"All the rabbits we caught have been sent back. There are more than thirty of them."
"A tiger appeared?"
Zhao Ping didn't care about the rabbit. Instead, he was worried about Yun Man, "Is there any danger?"
"Won't."
Wen Hui said: "There are more than 20 people in the tiger fighting team."
"And there are mostly hunters, and the rest are young and strong. If you are lucky, you can kill the tiger."
"I have never heard of anything going wrong with the Tiger Fighting Team in my whole life."
"oh."
Zhao Ping was relieved.
I washed up and went to bed.
Because Liu Mengru recalled some things today and was in a bad state, Zhao Ping did not torment her.
He just held her in his arms, smelled her fragrance, and fell asleep quickly.
But some people couldn't sleep.
For example, Feng Zhengchu and his son from the Feng family.
When the Tian family left, they sent their housekeeper to their house and took away a thousand taels of silver.
Feng Zhengchu's heart bleeds when he learns that they took the money away directly.
But he didn't dare to really become an enemy of Tian Mansion.
He could only vent his anger on Zhao Ping, gritted his teeth and said: "Junren, I don't care what method you use, Zhao Ping must be killed."
"I can't let out this bad breath while he's alive."
Zhao Ping not only interfered with his plan to let his son marry Tian Rou, but also cheated him of a thousand taels of silver.
This hatred is irreconcilable.
"Dad, don't worry, I have already thought of a way."
Feng Junren was equally angry.
"any solution?"
Feng Zhengchu asked.
"Dad, do you know why Tian Mansion dares to let Zhao Ping, a second-rate man, treat Tian Rou?"
Before Feng Zhengchu could answer, Feng Junren continued: "Because of that old guy Lin Hua."
"Some time ago, a patient in the Miaoshou Huichun Hall fainted. Lin Hua was helpless. It was Zhao Ping who came forward to save the woman. Lin Hua, the old man, felt that Zhao Ping had superb medical skills. Not only did he give him an official document for the sale of medicinal materials, but he also He recommended Tian Fuhai."
"You mean he's selling medicinal materials?"
Feng Zhengchu's eyes lit up, "Is this true?"
"Absolutely true."
Feng Junren replied: "Lin Hua also kicked out the first-class apprentice Tao Jian from the Miaoshou Huichun Hall because of this incident. Tao Jian said all this."
"And Tao Jian will help us steal official documents."
"I promised him that when the matter is completed, I would let him come to our hospital as a first-class apprentice."
"If official documents are stolen, we can go to the county government to file a complaint. If the county magistrate comes forward, Zhao Ping will never escape from his grasp. Just like the Wen family, they killed his entire family."
"Half of what the Tian family gave him will fall into our pockets."
"I don't ask for anything else. When the time comes, dad, please say some nice words in front of the county magistrate. Don't kill Zhao Ping's daughter-in-law Liu Mengru. I'll keep her for use."
"If you think about women every day, you will die on her belly sooner or later."
Feng Zhengchu cursed, and then said seriously: "This matter will be done according to what you said, and it must be guaranteed to be foolproof."
"Even if you miss, you have to pick yourself clean and don't get involved."
"Dad, just watch."
Feng Junren patted his chest and promised.
"This is just the first plan I prepared. If this plan fails, there will be a second plan."
"What's the second plan?"
Feng Zhengchu couldn't help but wonder.
"I invited Ma Jiu."
