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Chapter 114

"Why are you so vulgar? You always think about the petty love between men and women. You should broaden your horizons." Feng Dayong was upright.

Zhao Chengping smiled and no longer commented on this matter.

After seeing off Feng Dayong, and returning to the house, Nezha was tangled in front of the opened snack box, his eyes patrolling pastries of different colors, looking at rose pine nut shortbread for a while, and wanting to reach for raisins for a while Sponge cake, the great God of the Three Altars Haihui also has difficulty in choosing.

"It's fine if you can't even eat it. If you like it, I'll buy it again." Zhao Chengping smiled.

Nezha shook his head: "Recently, Hot Wheels told me that my weight has increased too fast. If it continues like this, it will not be able to bear the weight and move forward."

"You're still a child, so don't worry too much about your weight." Zhao Chengping reached out and picked up a piece of black pastry and threw it into his mouth.

Nezha finally chose a piece of tea cake, took a bite and chewed, and said vaguely: "You have never been thrown by Hot Wheels, so I don't know how bad it is."

On the couch by the window, the ugly female leaned against the beautiful woman, and she couldn't see her face clearly against the light. A few strands of long hair were picked out by her ears, and they were twisted into twists instead of hair ropes to tie her long black hair high on the back of her head. Be chic.

I saw her slender fingers like freshly peeled spring onions, lightly holding a piece of rose blood glutinous cake, with a graceful demeanor.The green clothes also showed special patterns in the sun, and the dark patterns on the chest were the ancient totems from ancient times.

That was her era. At that time, she was a high priest admired by all. With supreme magic power, she drove clouds and prayed for rain. She drove cancer and unicorn dragon fish. The world was full of her playground .

If it wasn't for Di Jun's ten sons, her name might have been recorded on the bronze tripod like Fu Hao, existing among the tortoise shell and bamboo slices, not just a book that was regarded as a fantasy by later generations. In the "Shan Hai Jing", and even in the "Shan Hai Jing", her name is only a few lines:
"The corpse of the female ugly is burned and killed for ten days. In the north of her husband, use her right hand to cover her face. Ten days live on top, and the female ugly lives on the mountain."

"There are two people in the sea, and they are called Nv Chou. The Nv Chou has a big crab. There is one person who is wearing green clothes and covering his face with his sleeves. They are called the corpse of Nv Chou."

Some people say that the female ugly was sunburned to death when she was born, and others said that the female ugly failed to pray for rain, and was tied up by angry people to sacrifice to the sun and sunburned to death alive.

In short, it was not a good thing, so although Zhao Chengping was very curious, he would not ask her how she died so blankly.

In matrilineal clans in ancient times, high priests like her were like female tribal leaders. Zhao Chengping had always wanted to ask her if she was a certain queen, but he never found a chance.

However, from her elegant demeanor, eyes and micro-expressions, it can be seen that she is definitely a person who has been in the upper class for a long time, and is used to giving orders and taking responsibility.Even more aggressive and decisive than Fomalhaut.

There is no doubt that the current female Chou still possesses the extremely powerful magic power that she had when she was a human being, but she refuses to use it and does not want to return to Heaven or Kunlun. Why?
When a woman doesn't want to talk, no one wants to hear the truth from her mouth, only "it's okay", "I'm fine" and "I have nothing to say", so Zhao Chengping didn't want to mess with her, so he could only suppress his doubts, Wait for the opportunity to inquire slowly.

Zhao Chengping took out the bit of soil and an inexplicable stick of some kind of substance that the kiln worker surnamed Zhu had pulled out from between the fingers, and asked the female ugly if she could tell what it was.

The female ugly just glanced at it casually, and then said: "The sealing clay of the wine jar, that one is the straw in the sealing clay."

The sealing mud on the wine jar is a mixture of yellow glue mud and straw, and it will cover the wine jar after the wine is filled. It has absolutely nothing to do with the person who fired the kiln.

When jar-packed wine is sold, the jar mud has already hardened into shape, whether it is crushed or picked out, it is as hard as a stone, and it will not be so soft to be stuck between fingers.

"Where did he go to make wine?" Zhao Chengping said to himself.

He had already inquired that Taiping Town, where the kiln workers surnamed Zhu lived, only had wine shops, but no wine shops, and the shops there all bought goods from the Zhao family's Changyu.

If the clay of the wine jar got stuck in the kiln worker's fingers, he would wash it off in time no matter what. Otherwise, if this kind of yellow mud mixed with straw was mixed with porcelain clay, it would not be known what it was when it was burned.

Since the kiln worker surnamed Zhu is also well-known in Taiping Town, he will naturally have a correct attitude towards his work, and he will never be fooled casually.

From Taiping Town to this water town, it takes about two hours by donkey cart and four or five hours by foot.Luo Xinyuan said that he sent someone to invite the kiln workers in the morning. The kiln worker said that he would wait for a batch of porcelain goods to leave the kiln and check that there were no problems before setting off. The person who invited the kiln workers went back to his job without accompanying him.

Zhao Chengping closed his eyes and calculated the time. He estimated that it would be dusk when Zhu Kiln Worker arrived at the water town, but Luo Xinyuan said that he hadn't seen him, and was only partially discovered by the cleaner Ye Ye in the early morning.

If Luo Xinyuan killed the person, then why was there an arm thrown in the wicker box in the dead end.

If Luo Xinyuan didn't kill the person, then who could it be?

And the most important point is that no matter who kills, there must be a motive.

Maybe Luo Xinyuan did it for the fire talisman, but what about the others?

Zhao Chengping sighed, if the ability to look at people's past memories is still there, it would be great, as long as he looks at Luo Xinyuan, then everything will become clear.

"Oh, you crushed all the oranges." It was Xie Yun's voice, "Why don't you eat it? You rubbed it back and forth."

Before Zhao Chengping could answer, Fomalhaut smiled and said, "I'm afraid I have something on my mind, but I don't know what to do."

He sat down, looked at the messy paper in front of Zhao Chengping, and said with a smile: "For some things, thinking hard may not necessarily result in results, but accidental accidents may trigger inspiration."

"I can't wait for inspiration to come," Zhao Chengping stretched. "If the known conditions and logical sequence are not clearly arranged, even if inspiration comes, it will soon be proven to lack uniqueness. Looking for conditions to prove it is a waste of time."

But now that he had thought of a splitting headache and no better breakthrough, he first put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his shoulders and sore cervical spine, and said to Fomalhaut: "Go, go and see what you brought from the South China Sea. Good wine back."

The crude wine jar has been covered with parasitic barnacles in the ocean, which looks weird. Fortunately, in order to prevent the wine from being spilled and returned by the buyer, it was sealed very tightly.

Carefully opened the seal, a smell of old wine came to the nostrils, took some out with a wine pick and poured it into a white porcelain bowl, the color of the red leaf frosting was no longer deep red, but almost blackened amber, The wine has already become quite viscous, and after a slight shake, it hangs evenly on the wall, and it is really amber light from a jade bowl.

Zhao Chengping remembered reading on the Internet that the archaeologist took a sip of the Western wine salvaged from the sunken ship and said that it was so bad that he wanted to cry.

The wine smells good now, but after drinking it, I don't know what will happen.

Zhao Chengping wanted Fomalhaut to help him taste it, but he felt it was too unkind, but he could hardly drink alcohol, except for beer. Although it has been a long time since the incident of Xin Wei, it still remains in his heart. Deep psychological shadow.

A bowl of wine was held in Zhao Chengping's hands for a long time, Fomalhaut saw something was wrong with him, and cast him a questioning look, Zhao Chengping smiled wryly, "I can't drink."

"Hey, tell me earlier." The barefoot immortal on the side snatched the wine from Zhao Chengping's hand, "I was attracted by the aroma of the wine just now. Seeing you holding it in your hand for a long time, I thought you wanted more. Look at it carefully and build a relationship with it. Let me tell you, people like you who can't drink can't taste good wine and bad wine at all. No matter how good the wine is, it will be wasted in vain."

"This wine has been stored for a long time. I don't know if there will be any problems if I drink it." Zhao Chengping reminded.

The Barefoot Immortal laughed loudly: "I'm still afraid that there's something wrong with it? Are you stingy and reluctant to let me drink it?"

Thinking about it, he is a god after all, how can he be knocked down by expired wine? Zhao Chengping couldn't help but laugh at himself for being careless, and made a gesture of invitation: "Then drink less, after all, it has been there for hundreds of years."

Just waiting for his words, the Barefoot Immortal couldn't wait to drink the wine in the bowl, wiped his mouth after drinking, the expression on his face was very strange, Zhao Chengping was very nervous: "Why, is there something uncomfortable? Don't call a doctor? You, do you have the internal strength to force it out?"

The Barefoot Immortal looked intoxicated: "It's so comfortable, the entrance is soft and mellow, like a stream of heat, from the mouth to the throat and then to the stomach. In my opinion, the nectar and jade dew at the Peach Fair are nothing more than this."

It's been a long time since you drank the wine from the sky, are you so hungry?Zhao Chengping secretly laughed in his heart.

Fomalhaut also took some samples and agreed with the Barefoot Immortal.

Now it has been affirmed by the two gods, but whether mortals can appreciate this taste needs further testing.

Zhao Chengping shared some wine and took it to his own brewery.

This is where he first entered winemaking.

Even before he entered, his nostrils were filled with a terrible sour smell, the smell of fresh distiller's grains.The imaginary aroma of wine can't be smelled here at all.

He went in almost holding his breath, and distributed the red leaf frosting to experienced winemakers to taste.

The winemaker first took a look at the wine, then took a sip, and turned pale with shock: "Where did this wine come from?"

"I asked my friends in the provincial city to get it from me. How about this wine?"

One of the winemakers half-closed his eyes, as if he was still feeling the mellow aroma of the wine on his tongue: "This wine is so good, I have drunk Nvnuhong for 18 years, and it is not as good as this wine ah."

That's natural. This wine has been in the South China Sea for more than 400 years, which is more than 18 times older than the [-]-year-old daughter's red.

Another winemaker looked at the color of the wine and the condition of the glass: "This wine is very old. Could it be wine from a top can?"

Hearing the words "Top Can Wine", the face of the first brewer changed a little, and he said to Zhao Chengping: "Young Master, Top Can Wine is good, but stealing ancient tombs is harmful to morality, so don't do it."

How to say it well, and suddenly educated himself on law and morality, Zhao Chengping smiled and said, "What is a can of wine?"

"The top jar of wine is an ancient custom in the Qianchuan area. After people die, they are buried without gold and silver, and the wine is released. As the days go by, the wine in the ancient tomb becomes more and more gloomy, which is not comparable to ordinary cellars."

Zhao Chengping smiled and said, "I won't do this kind of thing, and I can guarantee that my friend won't do it."

Since the Young Master's family promised so, although the two brewers were dubious, they didn't say much.

"Can you tell what is in this wine that is different from our Yue Liu Shuang?" Zhao Chengping asked.

The two winemakers, you look at me, I look at you, and finally the older one said: "It's ashamed to say, although we have been brewing wine for many years, we can only drink a few more herbs in this wine. But what it is, I can’t drink it out, the age is too long, the original breath of the herbal medicine has been integrated with the wine.”

"It's okay." Zhao Chengping smiled, and suddenly, he remembered another thing: "Have any strangers entered our brewery recently?"

The brewer shook his head: "No, only the young master has been here."

"Brother? What is he doing here?" Zhao Chengping felt that with his elder brother's temperament, he should not go to such a place with such a nasty smell.

The winemaker said: "Yesterday afternoon, the young master took out a jar of wine."

Why do you get wine from here? Isn't there as much as you want in the warehouse of Changyu?Suddenly, a thought flashed through Zhao Chengping's mind, and he asked, "Is the clay on the jar of wine dry?"

The winemaker said: "It was just put into the jar, and the sealing mud was just put on. I told the young master that the wine might not be as good as the one in the warehouse. The young master said I was nosy, so I didn't dare to talk any more." "

It sounds like this matter is quite strange, Zhao Chengping nodded: "Then I have to thank you two."

Returning to the fairy training class again, the female ugly was sitting in front of the window, watching Xie Yun weaving, Zhao Chengping smiled and said, "High priest female ugly, can you help me see what herbs are in this wine?"

The female ugly chuckled and shook her head: "I knew just now that you had to come to me. How could a mortal in this world know these things."

Hearing her determination, Zhao Chengping felt relieved, but what she said next made his mood drop to the bottom: "It's useless to find them, these herbs are already extinct."

No way, even the plants are extinct, and several of them are all extinct?
Looking at the expression on Zhao Chengping's face, the female ugly also guessed what he was thinking: "There are a few that are extinct, and there are a few that have changed to adapt to the environment, and now they can't be found for hundreds of years. It’s the same variety as before.”

"If you insist on bringing together those mutated varieties, I'm afraid you won't be able to produce such a wine fragrance, and maybe it will poison people to death."

The truth is correct, Zhao Chengping has to accept this reality, since it is impossible to directly brew the same taste, then...

"Use these wines to make wine guides." Zhao Chengping had an idea.

(End of this chapter)