Chapter 14: Ecstasy for knowing the secret (Part 2) (This chapter is free)

Zhao Xing suddenly cut off Cheng Zhuo's words: "Give it to him!"

"Give him money", Zhao Xing emphasized again.

"That's right, this official knows the etiquette," a Song Dynasty urban management officer shouted proudly. The students were indignant, but Zhao Xing's attention was not here, his attention was on the shore.

In fact, the travel rules in the Song Dynasty were much looser than in any era. In the Ming Dynasty, travel had to be "directed".

Zhao Xing ignored the nagging of urban management personnel in the Song Dynasty. He was paying attention to a "old man in a straw hat" on the shore. The old man was the old man who was crazy and asked ghost stories to everyone he met.

This time he got closer, Zhao Xing saw the other person's appearance clearly: He was actually not old, he was about 40 years old, about 1.6 meters tall - this is a rare height among Hubei people. He has high cheekbones and a tall forehead - he has a very unique personality. His eyes are long and shiny, with a strong and powerful lips, a straight chin, a long beard and pointed ends.

What can reveal his characteristics most is his sensitive expression muscles. He has rich expressions and will change from a joyful expression to a depressed and contemplative fantasy in the blink of an eye.

Now, he had just finished his depression and meditation, but as if he had not seen the boat sailing, he chanted as if no one else was there: "Shining the wild and the shallow waves,

There is a faint sky in the sky.

The mud has not yet solved the arrogance of jade,

I want to sleep in the fragrant grass.

It's a pity that the moon is bright,

Don’t teach Qiong Yao to break through.

Green Poplar Bridge,

Du Yu called out spring dawn."

In recent years, it happened to be the end of Wang Anshi's three-shelf method. The three-shelf method has been in name only, and the content of the examination is no longer "The New Meaning of the Three Classics". Sometimes it tests poetry, sometimes it tests classical meanings, sometimes it has both, and it changes. Zhao Xing is a weakness in poetry, so he usually does not talk about poetry. Now, students are listening to people chanting poetry on the way to the exam, immediately stop the work at hand, and turn to look at the teacher.

"I want to sleep in the fragrant grass drunk... Du Yu's voice of spring morning... good poems." Zhao Xing stumbled his mouth. The more he tasted it, the more he felt the poem was interesting. Under the gaze of the students, he couldn't help but do a wild move that best suited the temperament of the literati of this era. He raised his hand and took out a pot of wine from his feet, jumped ashore, and handed it to the old man, while boldly saying: "Old man, what a poem, what a good poem... let's drink a pot of wine."

While talking, Zhao Xing patted the other person on the shoulder enthusiastically.

The old man was short, tall and majestic Zhao Xing, slapped his bear hands on the other party's shoulder, causing the other party to sway. However, the old man was very surprised. He took the pot of wine without hesitation, unscrewed the bottle cap, sniffed deeply, and immediately praised: "Good wine."

Then, he raised his neck and drank half a pot.

This pot of wine is a new wine distilled by Zhao Xing based on the brewing steps of Fenjiu and referring to the style of Mumbai sapphire wine. When distilling, it has the clearness of Fenjiu and the taste is close to the orange fragrance of sapphire wine. Unfortunately, Zhao Xing did not master the complete formula of sapphire wine, so when pouring the wine into a white porcelain cup, it is not a faint sea blue, but a clear and transparent orange red.

This new wine takes a high-end route. The whole wine pot is a girl holding an orange in her hand. The girl’s headscarf is a wooden plug, and it is also carved with a knife. The plug is wrapped with a piece of green silk, which looks like a squid worn by a woman’s head. There are two ways to open this wine pot: one is to uncover the green silk and twist the wooden plug in a bun; the other is to twist the pot orange on the girl’s hand, so that a spout appears on the bottle, and you can use a teapot to make tea as a teapot after drinking it.

With such a complicated way of opening the bottle, even the villagers in Chengjiaao felt that they had no idea when they saw it for the first time. The old man only glanced at it and immediately opened the girl's "blob" quickly... Aha, this person must be an old drunkard, and a very smart drunkard.

The old man took a breath and immediately raised the wine pot again, drinking it "dongdongdongdongdong". This time he sucked water like a long whale, and stopped until the bottom of the bottle was facing the genius. With a slight intoxication, he looked at the goods on Zhao Xing's ship, especially on the exquisite wine baskets, and then said proudly: "I have another poem, how many bottles of wine can you change."

Zhao Xing's ship carried six different wines with different characteristics. Six wines were packaged in six types and were called in different pottery bottles. The wine degree was lower at that time. Because Zhao Xing's wine degree was slightly higher, the bottle size was relatively small, which was close to the size of modern wine bottles. According to the different fruits and spices added, they were: pear wine, peach kernel wine, orange wine, hawthorn wine, Fen wine, and wheat fragrant wine.

Because the bottles are different in shape, discerning people can tell at a glance that there are many types of wine on the boat.

The old man's question was like a drunkard. However, Zhao Xing was not afraid. He was now able to distillate Fenjiu at about 50 degrees. The old man was just a wine jar, and he could drink a bottle of high-altitude wine a day, only 360 bottles a year - he could afford it. So he answered generously: "Let me tell you!"

The old man sang loudly with a slight drunkenness: "Don't listen to the sound of the leaves hitting through the forest,

Why not sing and walk slowly?

Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses,

Who is afraid? A raincoat is a raincoat and a raincoat will last forever.

The chilly spring breeze sobers up,

It was slightly cold, but the hill was slanted and greeted.

Looking back,

When you go back, there will be no wind and rain or sunshine."

"Looking back, I always have a leisurely place, and when I go back, there is no wind or rain or sunshine." Zhao Xing's lips trembled and he slowly recited this poem.

This is not just a poem, it is a brilliant sentence that has been sung through the ages.

Who is the author of such a powerful poem? Why do I have no memory?

Zhao Xing patted his forehead in annoyance. He stared at the old man blankly, his heart full of fire.

The Song Dynasty was an era of strong men. In this era, there were as many famous poets as modern managers - one brick could be thrown out and eight, three of which were the kind of masters.

Such a huge crowd of celebrities makes Zhao Xing, a science student studying international trade, guess.

After waiting for a while, the old man saw Zhao Xing slowly calming down from his mad state, and asked again: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Xing's eyes were red now. He already understood that the person who could write such a poem must be a peerless poet. But he just couldn't remember the other party's name, which made him feel sorry for himself. After hearing the old man's questioning, he pointed to the boat without hesitation and said generously: "You can choose... No, it's all for you."

Seeing that his respected teacher had lost his usual calmness, the students also knew that the poem was extraordinary. Without waiting for Zhao Xing's order, they immediately brought two baskets of wine and mentioned it to the shore. However, the old man seemed not greedy. He waved his hand to stop the excited student, pointed to the wine basket on the boat and ordered: "Let's wait! Just one basket is enough for this life."

Zhao Xing was still dazed, thinking about who the person in front of him was. When the students diligently brought the six baskets of wine ashore, the old man coughed lightly, and two figures flashed out from behind a tree by the stream. They nodded and bowed and walked towards the old man and quickly moved the wine basket, but their outfit made Zhao Xing furious.

"Japanese!" Zhao Xing was touching all over, hoping to find a weapon and preparing to defeat the two Japanese people in front of him. At this time, the old man had already left and sang another lyric as he walked: "Drinking at night, Dongpo woke up and got drunk again,

It seems like the third update when I return.

The child's breathing is already thunderous.

Even if you knock on the door, you will not respond, leaning on your stick and listening to the sound of the river.

I always regret that this body is not mine.

When did you forget to camp?

The wind is quiet and the pattern is flat.

The boat passed away from now on, and the rest of its life was sent to the sea."
Chapter completed!