The first time is always so unforgettable.

Du Lin once thought that the place where he lived in the countryside should be the worst and worst place in his life. The feeling of the six brothers being crowded together can definitely make people feel elated. Every day, they are often so tired that they fall directly on the bed and fall asleep. The uncleaned bedroom emits a faint smell of feet and sweat. After the sisters and sisters come once, they are never willing to come in again.

But in this room with only thirty square meters, there were twenty people crowded! Not to mention the smell of sweat and feet, there was another one that could not be said, but it emitted a strong smell that could cause hormone changes in the human body. The yellow and black walls were covered with posters of women's barefoot, and these posters were always covered with various yellow watermarks.

The toilet is right outside the bedroom door, the suffocating smell of urine and the smell of the sewer similar to that of the country fertilizer pit always fills the entire bedroom between opening and closing.

Lying on the bed that felt wet, the thin quilt in his hand was covered with a layer of oily sludge and a stinky smell. Du Lin curled up his body and was willing to be frozen, rather than covering the obviously terrible quilt on the bed.

This also slept very steadily. In the middle of the night, he seemed to be no longer afraid of warmth, and returned home and lying on his bed.

When he got up the next day, he realized where the warmth came from - the black quilt had been covered by him. After losing his subjective thoughts, the subconscious of the creatures can always find something more suitable for the creatures to avoid being hurt or being hurt by low temperatures.

He pushed the quilt away with disgust. There was no place to wash. A group of people crowded toward the station platform. The first shift of goods in the morning began.

The things you carry are not much different from those from yesterday, and they are very familiar. The wooden bracket is covered with tightly packed boxes. When you walk, you can vaguely feel the shaking liquid inside, and occasionally there is a sound of glass colliding.

"What's here?" Dulin asked Graff's arm, "It seems that it's all water."

"Water?" Graf glanced at Dulin with disdain, "Do you understand all the money here? Money!" After a while, he whispered: "Don't talk nonsense everywhere, there's a high wine inside."

Dulin was stunned for a moment. When he was about to ask, Graf glared at him and swallowed what he wanted to say.

There are some legal provisions in the imperial law regarding the brewing, transportation and sales of wine, which clearly stipulate that high-alcohol brewing is strictly required anywhere. According to the law, the alcohol content of all grain wine beverages cannot exceed 9%, and the alcohol content of wine cannot exceed 13%. Even if the prohibited product exceeds that, the brewing manufacturer needs to be punished.

The reason for such a law is said to be that in the Theocracy, all alcoholic drinks were considered to be full of demonic breath, so clergy and believers were forbidden to drink. At the beginning, the Empire did not recognize the explanation of alcoholic beverages in the Theocracy. Later, because the third prince of the Empire drank too much and squirted out black liquid, this law was passed.

Since then, high wine has become a contraband.

If you ask what is the most profitable business in the world, you can understand it by looking at the legal books. The imperial official ban on brewing and selling high-alcohol has instead made high-alcohol a best-selling product. In addition, the post-war changing society is still in a state of low and depressed state, and more people need to be able to numb their own things as soon as possible. High-alcohol is a good choice.

High-level wine is prohibited from being produced and sold on the surface, but in order to satisfy the money, many places are produced and sold in half-light and half-dark, and even transported by steam locomotives! Almost all goods traveling overnight every day are high-level wines, and these wines are transported nationwide through steam locomotives and railways for sale, making huge profits.

There is a phrase that people make up in the market, called "The closer you are to the devil, the more your pockets are", which refers to the profits brought by high wine.

Before dawn, Dulin was carrying goods while considering things about high-liquid wine. From the dream world, he learned that alcohol can obtain high-purity alcohol through distillation, and then blended spices and a certain proportion of water to become high-liquid wine. He didn't know what it would feel like to drink those things called white wine into his mouth, but he could vaguely guess the taste of those things from other people's faces.

He was a little absent-minded in his work this morning.

When it was lunch, he pulled Graf to the side of the railway outside the restaurant, looked around, and asked, "Graf, we are brothers, are we?"

Graf patted his chest, "Of course, brother!"

"Very good, brother, can you tell me how much high-alcohol is worth? I mean a bottle, just like the ones in the boxes we moved before dawn in the morning." Dulin drew a pen and needed a comparison to know if he would make money by doing this.

Graff looked like a big guy and a little stupid - no smart guy would put some chili noodles in when he was cigarettes, but he did it.

But he was definitely much smarter than he showed. When Dulin asked this question, he immediately became alert, "What? Do you want to buy a bottle? Listen to me, a rookie like you can buy a bottle at most if you earn a month."

"So expensive?" Du Lin took a breath, knowing that he can earn at least five yuan this month, which means that a bottle of wine is equivalent to his monthly income. The flame that had already been extinguished in his heart was ignited again, and his body trembled slightly. Damn, damn! He was so tired every day that he could only be worth a bottle of wine like an old dog? Damn!

Looking at Dulin's crazy look, Graf pulled him hard, "What's wrong with you?"

Du Lin was stunned and came to his senses. After all, he was just a sixteen-year-old boy. Even though he dreamed of a big man's life, he still couldn't hide what was in his heart. He tried hard to tighten the muscles on his face, but finally laughed, "I'm fine, don't worry, I've never felt as good as I am now!"

"By the way, can you tell me how much is a bottle of low-alcohol wine?"

Graf looked around and pulled Dulin a little further away. He squatted in the grass with him, "Damn it, I must have you know what you can do to make money. Are you planning to sell it with high-alcohol blended water? Don't consider this stupid method, you will lose money. A bottle of low-alcohol wine is only 60, and a better one is only 80 to 90. If you use high-alcohol wine to mix it with water, you will definitely lose money."

Dulin looked at Graff with a weird expression, changing again and again. After a while, he let out a sigh and asked, "Can I believe you?"

Graf took out a knife worth more than ten centimeters from his back, and Dulin was scared to death. He held the blade of the knife hard in his palm, grabbed it hard, and then pulled the knife out. The blood flowed out of his hand like a water pump in an instant, but his face did not change color at all. Then, he grabbed Dulin's hand tightly and opened a hole in his palm, "Are you Guarte?"

Dulin nodded. He was a Guarte. The Guartes accounted for almost fifteen percent of the total population in the entire empire. At least the official statistics report of the empire said.

"Then your father must have not told you the tradition of our Guartes. When we hold blood in our hands, it is the most solemn moment of our lives!" As he said that, he held his hand with his palm cut and Dulin's hand with his palm cut. "This is a ceremony for us Guartes. Whether it is allegiance or friendship, it will be blessed and supervised by everyone and the gods!"

"Now, you can believe me. If I betray you one day, I will be punished by the gods, and so do you!"

Dulin looked at his two tightly clenched hands for a long time and didn't speak. Graf became anxious and touched him, "What are you still thinking about?"
Chapter completed!