After getting drunk, Zhou Yu slept for seven days and seven nights.

When he woke up, it was night, and the stars were sparse in the sky, and there were clear sounds of insects in his ears.

For some reason, Zhou Yu suddenly felt unprecedented relaxation, as if he had returned to the time when he had never cultivated immortality, and had a sense of freedom and comfort in his heart.

When you see anything, you have a sense of novelty.

Even though most of the empty wine jars of all sizes in this courtyard were covered with dust and twisted, Zhou Yu was particularly pleasing to the eye.

Even after watching it for a long time, I feel that the tilted wine jar seems to exude a different charm.

"I know all kinds of flavors in wine, and it's good to be a winemaker." Thinking of this, Zhou Yu walked towards the room.

As soon as he took a step forward, an invisible force seemed to ripple out at this moment.

The moment Zhou Yu walked into the room, the wine jars in the courtyard were divided into several rows, neatly arranged in the spacious courtyard.

Because of these wines, he felt like he was a mortal again.

Moreover, this time, unlike Huang Pingshan's deliberate intention, even if he uses more magic power, his mood will not fluctuate.

Because he was drunk.

The next morning, the sky was slightly bright and Zhou Yu walked out of the door.

At this time, although there are few pedestrians.

But hawkers can be seen everywhere on both sides of the street, crisp vegetables, fresh fruits, hot buns, fried fried dough sticks, etc.

As Zhou Yu walked out, the vendors immediately started to hawk in a hurry, without too much deliberation, and there was no need to pretend to be arguing, just because a customer arrived.

A moment later, Zhou Yu sat in front of a steaming noodle stall with wrapped fried dough sticks in his hand and ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

While waiting to look back, the hot market gathered leisurely.

This is the world, this is the world.

"Do you want green onions, garlic, and chili in Yangchun noodles?" The owner of the noodle stall picked up the cooked noodles and asked while the seasonings.

"You need all the onions and garlic, add more spicy food." Zhou Yu said immediately without any hesitation.

"Haole."

After three breaths, Yangchun's face, which looked like snow clouds, was brought up.

The green onion is decorated with a hint of red oil, gradually spreading in the hot air, making people feel appetite wide.

After a cup of tea, Zhou Yu left three cents on the dining table.

......

"Boss, buy grain." After a stick of incense, Zhou Yu came to a Chen rice and grain store, looked at the boss who was picking up rice piles and shouted.

"What kind of grain does the young master need? I have grains and grind flour and wheat here...

If you buy more, you can also transport it to your mansion." Manager Chen, who had two goatee beards, said enthusiastically.

"One hundred kilograms of rice."

"One hundred kilograms? Young master bought so much at a time, so he won't be afraid of putting it out." Manager Chen looked at Zhou Yu, looking at the tender skin and flesh, not like a culinary person.

"Then let's get a discount." Zhou Yudao.

"Hehe, the young master is joking." Manager Chen's smile gradually stiffened.

"One hundred kilograms are used to make wine, not much." Zhou Yu did not continue to joke and said lightly.

Half an hour later, the guy from the rice shop pushed the cart and delivered the rice to his mansion with Zhou Yu.

"This five cents are rewarded for you, I will do the rest myself."

With a happy look on the grain shop, Zhou Yu walked into the yard with a hundred kilograms of rice in one hand.

"This scholar has such a lot of strength." The door slowly closed in surprise by the surprise of the Chen rice shop.

...

Winemaking is a craft passed down from ancient times to the present. Although there are many ways to make wine, Zhou Yu still decided to adopt the simplest and the original method.

Washing rice, steaming, cooling, and sealing are all these four steps. Zhou Yu did not count it.

Because the wine he wants to make is an extraordinary wine.

Fermented items are naturally not ordinary wine chorus, but wine choruses are made from all kinds of flavors in the world.

Only the wine containing life is the fine wine he needs to brew.

In a moment, Zhou Yu came to the backyard and dug out the cold well water from the well.

He poured a hundred kilograms of rice into the wine barrel and washed them one by one with his own hands.

During the process of washing rice, Zhou Yu had no other thoughts in his mind. What emerged from his mind was his ordinary past life.

Every grain of rice is washed in the palm of your hand, and everything about the past appears in front of you.

Half an hour later, the washed rice was put into a pot above the fire.

Cooked in a blazing fire, with flowers blooming like brocade.

Discharge cool and seal.

......

Zhou Yuyi sat upright in front of the wine jar, looking at the ordinary wine jar, and thoughts surrounded it.

Sitting withered seats for twenty-seven days.

One day represents the year of the previous life.

When Zhou Yu unveiled the wine seal, a dull aroma of wine came from the wine jar.

Pick up the wine spoon, shake it up, and swallow it into your throat.

"It's really boring." Zhou Yu opened his eyes, and there was a hint of chuckling in his eyes.

This smile is not dissatisfied.

On the contrary, when he calmed down, he could feel his ordinary life again from the wine.

Although the wine was dull, he was willing to indulge in it.

The next day, early morning.

A wisp of smoke burned again in the furnace.

In this smoke, in the stove, if someone is willing to calm down and look at it, he can vaguely see a young child ushering in a new life.

......

Three years later.

Willow catkins were scattered in the yard, and a young man was lying leisurely on the chair. Next to the chair, there was a stone table.

On the stone table, there is a plate of peanuts and a pot of wine, which is convenient for you to pick it up.

"Dongdong!"

At this time, there was a knock outside the door.

After three sounds, a young man walked in with an old servant.

"May I ask, are you Mr. Zhou?" He looked at the young man named Liu Hao in the yard and said respectfully.

"If there is no one else in this courtyard, then I will be Mr. Zhou in your mouth." Zhou Yu opened his eyes sleepily, glanced at the two of them casually, and said lightly.

"But come and ask for wine, do you know the rules?"

"I know, a story, I can change a bottle of fine wine from the gentleman." Liu Hao said happily immediately.

"Just know, you can go wherever you drink in the yard, but the premise is that the story must satisfy me." Zhou Yu nodded.

For the past three years, he had been brewing wine in the courtyard. Over time, a smell of wine spread out from the courtyard.

The wine is not afraid of the deep alley, not to mention that there is not the quiet alley here.

After a long time, naturally, someone came up to ask for wine.

Zhou Yu naturally couldn't find this.

Life is limited, even the life of an immortal cultivator is limited.

As early as a year ago, his wine had been brewed. Someone came to ask for it, so he naturally saved him from going out to find the wine koji.

A story, a jar of fine wine.
Chapter completed!