Brewmaster

In view of the fact that the proprietress has Jinbo, which makes people feel thick and a bit boring, there is only fruit wine that is bright and lovely in the eyes of the proprietress.Although there are many varieties of colorful wines, there is really no wine that suits the taste of flowers.

So the next morning, when the dark clouds were gradually dissipating and a rainbow appeared in the sky, while waiting for Qin Jin's news, Hua Rong and Shi Mu also decided to look around the city.

When looking for wine, this trip is not in vain.

Workers always get up early, Huanbo is a wine city, naturally every household has to get up early to make wine, and in the long run, it can meet the needs of the wine customers who come and go in the city.

So early in the morning, when people in the city saw the rainbow, the sound of pots and pans colliding would be heard one after another, for fear that all the good water in the city would be taken away by the dragon.

Otherwise, how can we make wine!

It's just that the sound of the collision can't wake up the hangover drinkers, and the restaurant is still busy making wine in its own courtyard.As a result, as far as Nuoda was concerned, there were only a few people on the street.

It has just rained, the temperature has not yet risen, and there are few pedestrians on the street. This is a perfect place for two people to take a walk.

It didn't take long for the two of them to walk on the street, and they really felt that Uncle Huan was worthy of the title of Wine City——

In most cities, there is usually only one famous wine—such as Plum Blossom Noodles in Pengcheng, and Zhuyeqing in Qingliu Town—they are high-quality wines that can only be produced under specific environmental and raw material conditions.

But Huanbo is different.

Just look at the wine flags hanging on the door of the store. The reason why there are so many wine shops in the city is because each one can brew different wines—except Jinbo wine.

Just like the proprietress of the wine shop near the city gate, she is best at brewing fruit wine, using unique fruits from all over the mainland.

This is the terrible thing about the Huanbo people. People who have brewed wine for generations can even use wine-making technology to cover up the defects of the environment.If they want to, they can brew wine to suit the taste of anyone in the world.

Therefore, the wine brewed by the masters in Huanbo City has always been priceless.

But this has nothing to do with Hua Rong and Shi Mu, after all, both of them only love plum wine.

Thinking of this, Hua Rong began to look for a place to brew plum blossom brew.

The ones bought in Sifang City have already been used up. I have been to Fengdu and haven't drank plum wine until now, and I miss Huarong very much.

Shi Mu can naturally see Huarong's thoughts.

If it is said that ordinary people come here, I am afraid that they will look for it, but how can these two people be compared with ordinary people?

It's just looking for wine, but it's not a problem for Shi Mu, for the immortal, it's just a snap of the fingers.

So in just a moment, Shi Mu knew several places selling plum wine in the city, and after a little calculation in his mind, he took Huarong to the largest wine shop among them - the shop that had thoughtfully restored the style of Pengcheng.

Large pieces of lake ice are placed in inconspicuous places inside and outside the wine shop.When it was rainy in autumn, the weather was already getting cooler, and these pieces of lake ice exuded a cold air, which really meant that there was going to be a little snow in early winter.

If it weren't for the white walls and black tiles of the wine shop still exposed, if it weren't for the name of the wine shop Huangmei, which inadvertently carried the Jiangnan flavor, maybe it would really make people feel that they had returned to Pengcheng.

In the end is not the same.

Shi Mu was a little disappointed.

Huarong didn't feel anything, he was only a little familiar with Pengcheng, and more importantly, the person in the city had drunk wine.

He understood Shi Mu's intentions. To be honest, this feeling seemed to have magic power. Once he experienced it, he never wanted to give up.

It's like being focused, like being obsessed, like... the way he treats Shi Mu—all of his heart is attached to him.

So what Shi Mu didn't know was that as long as he was there, it didn't matter where he was, and he wouldn't feel anything about this restaurant.

But after all, it was for drinking, and the restaurant looked good, so the two went in.

As soon as they entered the door, the cold air from the lake ice in the house spread to the two of them, lingering around.

Huanbo people can't stand the cold, so in such an environment, the restaurant simply put on a fox fur cloak that has a taste of Pengcheng, which really seems to be the case.

The restaurant is as hospitable as the one in Pengcheng, the shopkeeper quickly came up to greet the two to sit down, no longer as enchanting and weird as the proprietress.

Plum wine is worthy of being the wine of Pengcheng. After drinking such a glass of wine, no matter how cold the day is, it will pass.

"Shi Mu, drink less and go back." Hua Rong whispered.

"Huh? You actually said that too," Shi Mu squinted at Hua Rong, "I thought you'd drink to your heart's content before going back."

"I haven't forgotten what the proprietress said."

——Uncle Huan's wine can't be drunk indiscriminately.

Although I haven't seen anything strange until now, I still care a little bit, so I can't rest assured.

"makes sense."

When Hua Rong said this, Shi Mu also remembered.What the proprietress said can't help but make people think too much.

In fact, it is not a good time to drink in such a sunny day.

The two of them just poured a few glasses, so the shopkeeper made a few jugs of wine and took them away from the shop.

The place where the two lived was at the gate of the city, and the Huangmei Winery was deep into the city. After going back and forth like this, and the two of them didn't deliberately speed up, it was already past noon.

"Come back so early?" The proprietress was carrying wine to the wine cabinet at the door, stopped and said, "Isn't it the first time I came here? I thought it would be later. Have you seen it in the city?"

Huarong nodded and didn't speak, but walked forward and took the half-human-high wine jar from the proprietress's arms and put it behind the wine cabinet for her.

"There's nothing to see," Shi Mu said, leaning against a nearby table, "but it's all the same."

"Although it's all wine, every family is different. Huanbo City is still very attractive."

Shi Mu was noncommittal.

The proprietress shook her sore arm, and said to Huarong: "It's very personable, and the one in my house is also like this. She doesn't let me do anything, for fear that I will be tired."

In an instant, the smile of the proprietress seemed to have faded away from all the glitz and enchantment.

The proprietress shook her head: "It's just that he died a few years ago, so I had to do it myself, and I'm used to it now."

There was no one else in the empty restaurant.

The proprietress sighed: "But I still feel that there is something missing...you have to stick to this demeanor when you get married in the future. Speaking of which, are you married yet?"

The proprietress smiled teasingly, looking quite interested.

But Hua Rong obviously didn't want to answer.

The proprietress understood the reaction, and asked, "Is there someone you like, and you don't want to say it? Are you shy?"

Glancing at Shi Mu from the corner of her eye, Hua Rong said, "That's right."

"It hurts to say that."

Huarong smiled but said nothing.

Strictly speaking, that is a fairy, so why not "sort of".

But Huarong just said: "I will probably spend my whole life with alcohol."

Huarong didn't speak seriously, she didn't seem to be joking at all.

Shi Mu curled up the corners of his mouth when he heard the words.

The proprietress didn't notice, she just muttered: "It's good to find someone," she said to Hua Rong, "I've been running this restaurant for so many years, and people from Huanbo City come and go, I haven't seen anyone like you , love wine to this extent."

"It's not love," Huarong corrected, "It's obsession, obsession to the bone."

Shi Mu suddenly lowered his head

"Okay, okay, I don't understand you," the proprietress said, and then changed the topic again, "No matter what, you must remember not to drink other people's wine casually, this city is not safe."

It seemed to confirm what the proprietress said, but the sky that had been sunny for half a day suddenly turned cloudy, and the sun was covered by dark clouds outside the house, and it started to rain in a blink of an eye.

"Tsk, the weather is changing so quickly. If it rains like this again, I'm afraid my old house will be ruined." Take it from the wine cabinet, if you are hungry, if you don’t see me, go to the kitchen at the back, I will find a way to protect my house first.”

"By the way, and," the proprietress stopped suddenly, "remember not to go out at night. Today's weather..." The proprietress looked out at the sky again, "It's better to rest early."

Shi Mu also looked up at the sky, and said: "I really don't want people to go out this day, I guess the only ones still on the street are those thieves."

……

Someone in the alley bumped into the bluestone brick wall and made a hard crashing sound. Instead of stopping, the sound intensified, and then suddenly fell silent.After a few quarters of an hour, the tune of obscene songs came from the depths of the alley, the man hummed intermittently, and occasionally laughed obscenely, as if he was in a Goulan tile shop somewhere, or a brothel brothel somewhere.

Ridiculous and decadent.

If you listen carefully, you can still vaguely hear the voices of those raging thieves in the city.

Soon, the humming stopped abruptly, and painful moans sounded muffled.

The sound faded away, and the blood mixed with the sour and smelly liquid flowed out of the alley along the brick cracks along the rainwater.

Everything is at peace.

……

rustle……

rustle……

rustle……

The familiar sound of slow and difficult walking sounded, and oil-paper lanterns were covered under umbrellas, illuminating the originally dark alley.

The thief was still holding the knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was still clinging to the blood from his abdomen.

The death is tragic.

The umbrella man slipped a sinister smile from his throat, and the flagon in his hand fell to the ground.

Fragmented.

The golden wine flows into the bloodstream.

"Today is a good day..."

The sound of the rain is getting louder, and the old voice is indifferent in the rain.

The author has something to say:

Actually this chapter is not over yet

because at home

So you can't stay up late under the supervision of your mother.

Sorry_(:з」∠)_