Prince Jing's Mansion.
The girl has a graceful figure, a graceful posture, and a charming appearance.
Wearing simple and elegant clothes, yet still luxurious.
Coupled with a face that would captivate a country, it can be said that such a woman is destined to be extraordinary.
However, this delicate little face was frowning slightly and full of anger at the moment.
He muttered: "Smelly brother, bad brother!"
This is already the ninth time that she has been caught by Prince Jing!
Even if he gets angry again, there is nothing he can do.
The girl lay in front of the window, pillowed on her arm, looking at the ripples outside the window, and lost her mind for a moment.
She was born into wealth and high status, but she also lost her freedom.
In other words, women in ancient times were never allowed to appear in public.
From birth to death, there are only so many roads traveled, people met, and scenery seen.
But she refused to admit defeat. She wanted to leave her home to see the ripples of autumn water, the scenery of lakes and mountains, and the solitary smoke in the desert.
It's a pity that the girl's delicate arms cannot restrain the iron fist of the world.
She can only be kept in a boudoir where no one knows her.
Just as the girl was sighing with emotion, a green bird fluttered its wings and landed in front of the window.
"Xiaoqing, you're back!"
The girl recognized the bird, and her words were filled with joy.
She thought for a moment, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write.
"It's autumn, and I don't know what the situation is like on both sides of the Huaihe River."
"The Huainan Poetry Festival will be held soon. I wonder what kind of poems those talented scholars can produce?"
"What kind of woman is considered stunning?"
After finishing writing, Qianqiansu curled the rice paper with her hands and placed it in the small bucket on the bird's legs.
"Go, Xiaoqing."
The bird seemed to understand human nature. After hearing this, it actually fluttered its wings and flew out of the window.
The girl's gaze also followed the birds, drifting further and further into the distance.
She has always been like this, longing for the world outside the window.
When I got interested, I wrote some sentences and asked Xiaoqing to send them out the window.
Unfortunately, I never got a reply.
In this huge world, farmers have to farm, merchants have to do business, and soldiers have to mount their horses.
No one understands that she is full of sorrow, expectation and enthusiasm.
Therefore, no one wrote back to her.
Sometimes, she feels that she is very similar to Xiao Qing.
They are all caged birds!
This huge Prince Jing's Mansion was her prison.
It's a pity that Xiaoqing can still flap her wings and fly into the sky, but she can't.
...
It's autumn and the weather is starting to get cooler.
Gu Beichuan, dressed in splendid clothes, was splashing ink in front of the window.
He was a calligraphy enthusiast before he traveled through time, and his main practice was regular script and cursive script.
At first, I just copied the posts, but gradually my skills improved and I developed my own style.
Generally speaking, it looks like cursive script, wild and uninhibited. But inside, it has the bones and muscles of regular script, with strong writing power, openness and vigor.
The combination of the two has quite a flavor.
No matter how fast the owner of the glass shop worked, he couldn't make the distilling bottle in one day, so during this period he had no choice but to pass the time by splashing ink.
However, just as he was about to finish writing, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a green bird sitting on a treetop branch outside the window.
"This... what species is this bird? I've never seen it before, but it's quite novel."
What surprised Gu Beichuan even more was that he found a small bamboo tube on the bird's right foot, which seemed to contain something.
Gu Beichuan became interested and stretched out his pen, trying to attract the bird to come over.
Who would have thought that the bird, as if it had understood human nature, actually waved its wings and landed on the penholder from the treetop branch.
Gu Beichuan took off the bamboo tube on its feet and was surprised to find a piece of fine rice paper curled inside.
Unfold the rice paper, and you will see the beautiful small regular script.
"It's autumn, and I don't know what the situation is like on both sides of the Huaihe River."
"The Huainan Poetry Festival will be held soon. I wonder what kind of poems those talented scholars can produce?"
"What kind of woman is considered stunning?"
He knows people well, so the owner of this calligraphy should be a lady.
With nothing to do, Gu Beichuan simply put pen to paper on rice paper.
“The endless falling trees rustle under the trees, and the endless Huaihe River flows!”
"There are three million literati in the world, but they must lower their eyebrows when meeting me!"
"A woman who lowers her head so that her toes are not visible is the most beautiful woman in the world!"
There are three sentences in total, written in wild cursive, which looks wild and unruly, corresponding to the three questions of the owner of the pen and ink.
After finishing writing, Gu Beichuan nodded, feeling very satisfied.
So he rolled up the rice paper again, stuffed it into the bamboo tube, tied the bird's legs, and said, "Send it back to your master."
The bird actually flapped its wings and flew into the distance.
"This...could he really become a spirit?"
"This was before the founding of the People's Republic of China, so you could become a spirit." Gu Beichuan smiled for a while.
...
Three days later, Liulician sent someone to deliver the news that the first distillation bottle had been delivered to the liquor store.
Gu Beichuan did not dare to neglect and took Uncle Fu to Liuji Liquor Shop.
In the shop, many waiters and long-term workers looked at the glass distilling bottles, whispered to each other, and kept talking.
"What new object is this?"
"I don't know. It is said that the owner made it and used it to make wine."
"Brewing wine? This thing is beautiful to look at. How can it be used to make wine?"
After hearing these discussions, Uncle Fu's face darkened and he shouted angrily: "Young Master is coming soon. How can you behave like this when you are making so much noise?"
Everyone fell silent!
A moment later, Gu Beichuan arrived belatedly with three jars of wine.
These three jars of wine are Liuji's flagship products, with increasing degrees of alcohol content, serving people from high, middle and low levels.
It has to be said that Zhang Chao is still very talented in business and knows how to differentiate the market.
It's a pity that the three kinds of wine combined are not worth a spring dawn.
It’s hard for a good woman to make a meal without rice, and Liu Ji is in a state of poverty, so purely his own products won’t do.
"Everyone, let me demonstrate it first. You can learn while watching. If there is anything you don't understand, keep it in your mind. Remember to ask after the demonstration."
Immediately afterwards, Gu Beichuan began the distillation operation.
In fact, this operation is too simple. He has forgotten the knowledge of junior high school or high school.
What's more, the specially built equipment makes it even easier.
But this operation blinded all the brewing masters.
This...what operation is this?
In their view, winemaking is undoubtedly a complex process.
It requires grain and distiller's yeast, and is fermented slowly, extremely finely.
There is nothing like the owner.
Take ready-made wine, pour it into this glass container, and good wine will come out?
Nonsense, pure nonsense!
At that moment, several long-term workers looked at each other and already thought about how to leave their jobs.
They are all experienced winemakers. Even if they leave Liuji, they will not worry about their livelihood.
It's just that the monthly payment is probably going to be a lot less.
After all, not everyone is as generous as Liu Ji.
It's a pity that Liu Ji's employer can't. He is just a young boy who doesn't understand anything, yet he even made a bet with Zhang Ji.
After one month, it is bound to close down.
It would be better to find another way out earlier.
However, just as the thoughts of several masters were racing, a strong aroma of wine wafted out from the container.
