The first day of the lunar month.
Finally, the impatient restaurant owners came over cursing after inquiring about Xujiazhuang's relocation address.
Due to the long journey and the hot weather, many shopkeepers were already sweating by the time they arrived at Horseshoe Lake.
Some people try to lower prices by taking advantage of the high mountains and long roads. Xu Mu neatly crossed out his name, but was so frightened that he hurriedly flattered him.
"Fengcheng Li's Restaurant, three hundred altars, a deposit of three hundred taels, and an additional one thousand, two hundred taels."
"Chengcheng Junru Restaurant, five hundred altars, five hundred taels of deposit, and another two thousand taels."
…
Jiang Caiwei was sitting in a temporary wooden house, with Zhou Zun and two young men standing next to her, their voices like silver bells, sonorous and powerful.
Although the shopkeepers who took the wine looked reluctant, they were actually happy in their hearts. The sales of Zui Tianxian are very good. If you put it in a restaurant, it will be sold for ten taels per jar as soon as it changes hands. Many wealthy men come here for entertainment.
Seeing these dozen shopkeepers, they wanted to leave.
Xu Mu winked, and not long after, Chen Sheng trotted over, followed each shopkeeper who was getting wine, and handed out a self-written document.
"Leader Chen, what is this?"
"My shopkeeper said that if he comes back next month to pick up the wine, he will bring fifty jars with him if he comes with this document."
At this time, the dozen shopkeepers all had ecstatic expressions on their faces. Fifty altars, if converted into silver, this is not a small sum.
"Of course, you are all regular customers of Xujiazhuang, so you should. Furthermore, if you can introduce other shopkeepers, for every 100 jars ordered, we will also give away ten jars."
"Okay! Okay! Master Xu is awesome!"
The shopkeepers were even more ecstatic. Today happened to be the first of the month, so they were too lazy to go to Tangjiang. Those sour wines were really meaningless, and even the old disciples who were greedy for drinking didn't even bother to drink them.
Only this drunken fairy is the most popular.
"Master Xu, take your leave and say goodbye!"
"I'm waiting for an order, so I'll have to trouble Master Xu a lot more."
Xu Mu smiled and cupped his hands, saying goodbye one by one.
In fact, at least nearly half of the orders received in this round have dropped to less than 3,000 jars. There was nothing he could do about it. He had already considered this situation after leaving the wine market in Tangjiang City.
The most important thing now is to quickly let Zui Tianxian completely open the market in the inner city.
"My boss, we're all gone."
Xu Mu nodded. After all, the business of making private liquor is a big mountain with four major households. There is a long way to go.
After walking a few more steps, Xu Mu poured a bowl of tea and brought it to Jiang Caiwei. Jiang Caiwei, who was recording the book, suddenly raised her head, and then her face became slightly shy.
"Xu, Xu Lang."
"After recording, let's take a rest. I'm going out right now. Do you have anything you need?"
"Xu Lang is going out again?"
"It's time to go out and buy horses."
Now, there are only three Di horses left in Xujiazhuang, plus one Fierce horse, which is really not enough.
Jiang Caiwei thought for a moment, then hurried back into the house, then hurried out again, and then handed a delicate small porcelain vase to Xu Mu's hand.
"Golden sore medicine?"
Jiang Caiwei blushed and nodded.
Xu Mu felt a little warm in his heart. He went out to the city to collect grain, but when he came back a little late, the little maid in front of him dared to stand in the alley beside the city gate waiting for him with an old hatchet.
"I'll keep it." Xu Mu smiled softly, "Here at Zhuangzi, if something really happens, he will run to the back mountain and ask Lu Feng. He knows how to find the way."
These words were clearly unpersuasive, but Xu Mu couldn't help but say them.
If he doesn't say anything, he will feel a stone hanging in his heart. He hopes that his wife will listen to him.
"Xu Lang, there are still robes and armor!"
Xu Mu nodded seriously, opened his hands, and asked his wife to help him tie the ropes one by one as usual.
Then, he put on a robe and went outside.
It seems a bit nondescript, but at any rate, it calms one's thoughts.
"gone."
Turning around, Xu Mu blew a whistle, and Si Hu, who was treading water by the lake with his children, ran over soaked.
There was also Zhou Zun with a horse, a total of two people and horses, following the carriage.
"Brother Mu, where are you going?"
"North of Weicheng."
After going to the tooth shop, Xu Mu planned to go to Changyang again to see his old friend Zhou Fu and think of some ways to push Zui Tianxian out.
After all, it’s the capital of Daji Kingdom. I’ve been in the inner city for three months and I haven’t even been there yet, which is a bit unreasonable.
Of course, if everything goes without incident.
If there is an accident, let’s talk about it separately.
Outside the carriage, the path is not easy to walk. It is muddy on rainy days and dusty on sunny days. Xu Mu already had plans to pave the way. A good route will not only save the time of entering and exiting Horseshoe Lake, but also make the shopkeepers who come to pick up wine more comfortable.
But paving the way for Daji requires a lot of notarization and resources, which can only be discussed in a moment.
"Si Hu, don't rush, there is still time."
"Brother Mu, I want to eat mutton bones from the old lanes of Weicheng."
Going to the north of Weicheng, I guess I have to rest for a night in Weicheng. This Sihu was really afraid that he would miss a meal.
Amid the dust and smoke, the old carriage and its two riders headed steadily toward Weicheng.
…
When the lamp was turned on, the carriage finally entered Weicheng. Traveling all the way, coupled with the hot weather, made the four people traveling together a little tired.
Zhou Zun was asked to go find Tian Song, and the rest followed Si Hu's wishes and went to the mutton restaurant in the old alley, ordering half a lamb body first.
Before the mutton was even cooked, Zhou Zun was already riding over on horseback, carrying Tian Song.
"Little, little boss."
Tian Song stumbled off his horse, unable to even stand upright. If Zhou Zun hadn't caught him quickly, he would have probably fallen.
"Brother Tian, what's going on?" Xu Mu frowned.
At this moment, Tian Song's face was covered with bruises and wounds, and one arm seemed to be broken, always hidden in his sleeve.
Even the scabbard of the simple sword was gone, and it was only wrapped in a dirty and yellow oilcloth.
"Tian Guantou, what's going on!" Si Hu, who was gnawing on the sheep bones, suddenly became angry and wiped his hands. After what happened last time, Tian Song was equal to an old friend in his heart.
"Which one touches you? Tell me, and I'll beat them up for you!"
"It's okay." Tian Song choked, waved his hands, and staggered into the restaurant.
Tian Song didn't say anything, and Xu Mu couldn't ask further questions. But I can roughly guess that it should be a matter at the official office.
"Brother Tian, if you don't dislike it anymore, give up your official position and come to my village, your monthly salary will not be less." After hesitating, Xu Mu spoke tentatively.
Like Si Hu, at this moment, he also regarded Tian Song as an old border friend. The last round of killing the list would have been difficult without Tian Song's help.
"Public office cannot be given up. If that were not the case, I would not risk my life and become a small official."
"My father was from an official family and died in a bandit suppression. Since I was young, I have wanted to earn a share of the official salary, carry a knife to catch thieves, and protect the country and the people."
"But before, it seemed to have gone astray."
The mouth is cracked and cannot be opened for a while. Tian Song dipped a pair of chopsticks into the wine bowl and let the wine flow down the chopsticks and into his throat.
A dry cough sounded at the right time.
"My father said that the yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles. If you don't break Beidi, you will never return it. But before, I was a dog official! Where did I come from the battlefield? I escaped from Wangzhou! I ran away like a rat!"
Tian Song rubbed his eyes for a long time, feeling that he was a little pretentious. After laughing a few times, he hurriedly made a toast.
Several people present raised their wine bowls.
Just after eating a bowl, Tian Song covered his face again, tears oozing out from between his fingers.
Xu Mu watched quietly, without stopping or persuading.
A long time ago, he thought that people like Tian Song had no family or country in their hearts. But now I realize that what makes these people sick is not all themselves, but this dynasty that has long been filthy.
