The next day, the waiter in the restaurant packed his luggage and went to Huangping Mountain with a package in the midst of the crowd.

The shopkeeper yawned, shook his head at the thin back, and then opened the store door.

As for Zhou Yu, after having a conversation with Wen Shusheng last night, he bought a shop in the city.

A few days later.

"Brother Zhou is disgusting that the restaurant is not good enough. Are you planning to open a shop to make wine by yourself?" Wen Shusen looked at the yard in front of him, with a little novelty in his eyes.

"Speaking of this, Brother Zhou's wine is indeed a top-notch person on earth. It is normal for those who look down on the restaurant. But Wen is afraid that Brother Zhou will run this shop, so it is because the drunkard is not drinking."

At the end of the conversation, Wen Shusheng simply sat opposite Zhou Yu, picked up a full glass of fine wine, tasted it with interest, and said.

"Brother Zhou is looking for the meaning of his own life. I thought that a talent like Brother Zhou should not have such ordinary distress?"

"Where do you see my talent?"

"If I am not a talented person, who is a talented person, who is a talented person?"

"You are confident enough." Zhou Yu smiled when he heard this.

"Everyone has his own way, and Zhou also wants to see where his way is. Unfortunately, I have been thinking about it for several days and only think of the thing in the cup."

"If you can think of something, you are far more than ordinary people. It's a pity that Wen is afraid that he will not be able to witness that time." Scholar Wen said with regret.

"Brother Wen is planning to travel far?" Zhou Yu looked up at the other party.

The latter's eyes were clear, and he put down his wine glass in a daze and looked up at the blue sky.

"The world is too big, I want to go out for a walk and see life outside this restaurant."

"Interesting, I came from outside and entered the restaurant and wanted to stop, but I never thought that Brother Wen actually wanted to go out." Zhou Yu laughed in silence when he heard this.

"This is how life is. There is always a time when you go around and stop," said the scholar Wen smiled happily.

"Well, if you are killed outside one day and can return to this city, I happen to be here. I will help you wherever I can," Zhou Yu joked.

"Brother Zhou's kindness sounds not auspicious." Wen Shusheng smiled helplessly when he heard this.

"I hope there won't be that day."

"It's better." Zhou Yu nodded.

"It should be like this." The scholar Wen raised his glass, looked at each other, picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

"The mountains are high and the rivers are long and the road is long, so take care of each other."

After a moment, the two said goodbye in front of the door.

When the back of the scholar Wen disappeared on the street, Zhou Yu closed the gate of the courtyard. He looked at the cold courtyard and fell into silence for a moment.

Before he came to this city, he never thought that this situation would happen.

"Transform God, transform God." As he whispered, Zhou Yu waved his right hand gently.

Suddenly, wine jars appeared in front of him, filling most of the yard with more than 130 bottles in total.

This is the wine he has been looking for in the past few days when he has traveled through the big and small taverns in the city.

The cheapest ones only cost a few cents, and the expensive ones are worth a thousand gold.

"If you want to figure it out, you can only walk on it yourself."

Looking at the wine jar in the yard, Zhou Yu stretched out his hand and a blue wine jar as big as a palm fell into his palm a few steps.

Bang!

When I opened the lid of the wine, a faint fragrance of osmanthus immediately lingers on the tip of my nose, like a beautiful woman whispering silk on her cheeks, making people particularly fascinated, just like the name of this wine, osmanthus love.

The wine is clear and slightly bitter when it penetrates the throat.

But after a breath, another feeling of sourness and sourness echoed in my heart.

In this echo, an inexplicable warm current emerged leisurely between the chest and abdomen.

Zhou Yu closed his eyes, the breeze stroked his cheeks, but his mind sank into the wine, as if he could feel the mood of the person who brewed this wine.

After a while, Zhou Yu opened his eyes and walked to a gray wine jar.

As for the love of osmanthus, it was already drunk without realizing it.

The gray wine jar is different from Osmanthus Love. The person who sells this wine is an old man over 70 years old.

According to the old man, the wine was brewed for his son who had been in the army for a long time. On the day the wine was completed, he saw his son's ashes.

Bang!

The wine jar is sealed with bamboo flowers, and when it is uncovered, it comes with a crisp sound.

Zhou Yu looked at the mouth of the jar and the wine in it looked a little turbid. As the jar was shaking, a spicy smell began to appear.

"This wine is called Junsi, you need to drink it in big gulps, it is best to drink it to the end." Thinking of the old man's equally turbid gaze, Zhou Yu raised his head and drank it all.

"Guru, Guru..."

A stream of hot smell continued to flow into the wine, echoing between the lips and teeth, in the throat, chest and abdomen.

In a trance, Zhou Yu seemed to see a turbulent picture.

A burly soldier, waving a big sword, fought with enemies several times among the troops.

His knife was very strong, just like the wine in this jar, and it was unrivaled wherever he passed.

But when the strength is finally over, he will die when the enemy falls all the way.

Therefore, the moment the hot air in the chest and abdomen dissipated, an inexplicable sourness rose from the heart.

"Good wine." Zhou Yu opened his eyes and slid down with a tear falling from the corners of his eyes.

The wine jar in his hand involuntarily fell on the cold ground.

It seems that only in this way can we vent the joy and bitterness in our hearts.

"Only a man can tell the true taste of this wine." Zhou Yu smiled and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"In life, you should know all kinds of flavors."

In this thought, a red wine jar fell into his hands.

When the wine seal was opened, there was a faint feeling of lovesickness, floating in the courtyard with the fresh aroma of wine.

"This wine is called Daughter Red."

It is made of fermented rice from the fermented wine and fermented with glutinous rice.

The things that make wine are common, but the feelings of making wine are different. In the final analysis, it is blessings and longing for his daughter.

The taste of the wine depends not so much on the length of time the wine is hidden in the ground, but rather on the love of the parents for their daughter.

Because this wine, according to custom, is when the daughter is born, the father has tears in his eyes and heat in his heart. He makes three acres of glutinous grains. Before the wine is finished, it will be buried under the osmanthus in the courtyard.

Only when the daughter gets married will she be taken out of the ground and given to her husband's family as a dowry gift.

Moreover, this wine is not just a simple burial. Every time I miss my daughter, I have to step on the ground and bury the love in my heart into the wine underground.

Bang!

He lifted the red wine seal with moist soil, and poured it into Zhou Yu's wine with a mouthful of precipitated wine.

If it is true, wine transforms into thousands of flavors, moistens the thoughts silently, only attracts the heat in the heart, and wishes for a hundred years to be true.

Zhou Yu felt that he had turned into a trembling old father, when he learned that his cabbage had been huddled by a wild boar from outside.

The regret and helplessness in my heart finally turned into blessings to the witness couple.

......

One bottle, one bottle after another.

One jar, another jar.

Some are sour, some are hot, some are sweet, and some are cold...

As time goes by, every corner of the yard is filled with a strong aroma of wine.

Zhou Yu also fell under the only big tree in the yard at some point. He held a wine jar in his right hand, his cheeks turned red, and he looked drowsy.

He was drunk.

But what gets drunk is not wine, but life brewed by talking about the jar of wine.
Chapter completed!