Carrying the baggage, Chu Ling, led by Liu Jun attentively, came to the small courtyard behind the tavern, where there was an isolated well, an old tree, an earthen stove, and three brick and tile houses...
"Sir, my little one used to live in this side room."
Liu Jun smiled, pointed to one place, looked at Chu Ling and said, "If you have any instructions, just greet me."
"Go clean up the tavern."
Chu Ling looked around and said calmly: "You have to work harder these days and clean up the tavern as soon as possible. I won't treat you badly then."
"well."
Liu Jun nodded repeatedly.
Liu Jun can continue to work in the tavern, and his monthly salary has increased by one tael. Liu Jun is already very satisfied. If he returns to the village, where can he earn 5 taels of silver a month?
This courtyard is not small.
Chu Ling was thinking about how to plan distillation, blending, cellaring and other matters. He left the main hall to himself. Liu Jun placed distilling vessels in the west side room and the east side room. The woodshed next to it could be used to store the distilled wine. To clarify the general idea, Chu Ling
Ling Sui carried the baggage and walked towards the main hall.
The brewing technology of Feng Dynasty is still in its early stages.
For example, no one has figured out how to increase the alcohol content in wine through distillation technology and add a unique taste through blending.
The jug of wine that Chu Ling bought in the West Market during the day was a pound of wine with a bland taste and a medium-quality wine. The price was 80 Wen, and more expensive ones ranged from 150 to 300 Wen.
Chu Ling knew very well that wine that had not been distilled would taste just like that.
If he can find a few good first-time wines, blend them through distillation, prepare a wine with a unique taste, and sell it under a name, he will definitely be able to sell it at a high price!
Being busy with social events in her previous life, Chu Ling developed a good drinking capacity.
In order to find a few wines with unique flavors, Chu Ling went to many ancient brewing workshops and was very familiar with brewing, distillation, blending and other processes.
Really good wine will not be circulated in the market.
Sitting on the wooden chair, Chu Ling arranged the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, picked up the ink stick, poured some water, and ground it carefully on the inkstone.
He was thinking about how to market the tavern he owned in the future, so as to eliminate the negative impact and make the wine he distilled and blended sell well.
Outside the house, Lian Xin looked disgusted and looked at the shabby little courtyard in front of her.
"Master Chu~"
"What do you want from me?"
Chu Ling didn't seem surprised by Lian Xin's arrival.
Did he know I was coming?
Lian Xin endured her surprise and raised her hand to salute Chu Ling, "My young master wants to invite Mr. Chu to Lake Wangyou..."
"I'm not interested."
Chu Ling put down the pen, put away the paper in front of her, and said in a calm tone: "We just meet by chance, there is nothing to talk about, and the same goes for the poetry meeting held by Wangyou Lake."
How dare he say he's not interested?!
Lian Xin looked at Chu Ling blankly.
In Xanadu, the third son Huangfu Jingyu, who was favored by the emperor, was the daughter of the heavenly family who was the son of so many rich and powerful families, who were all chasing after him!
Not to mention drinking together, even meeting once is a dream for many people.
How dare Chu Ling refuse?!
Do you dare to say that you are not interested in the poetry meeting held by the seven academies in Wangyou Lake?
Who does he think he is?!
"Is there anything else?"
Seeing that Lian Xin was silent, Chu Ling said calmly.
Chu Ling had no interest at all in Duguhan, a young master. If he had time to go to Wangyou Lake for an appointment, he might as well think about the matter in front of him as soon as possible.
"My young master refuses to invite people easily. If Mr. Chu is not busy, I would like to invite Mr. Chu to..." Lian Xin did not give up and stepped forward to continue.
"I'm very busy."
The more Lian Xin said this, the more determined Chu Ling became. Lonely Han was afraid that he was seriously ill. He chased her from the West City to here.
How arrogant!
Lian Xin was very angry and looked a little ugly.
Ever since she served the third princess, she had never experienced anything like this.
Isn’t it just that he has an engagement with Duke Shunguo?
"If Master Chu is busy, can you write down the entire poem that you read in the West Market today?" Lian Xin pondered for a moment, then looked at Chu Ling and said.
Chu Ling smiled and looked at Lian Xin.
When he first came to Shangdu, Chu Ling knew that the Wangyou Lake Poetry Festival was jointly organized by the seven major academies, and many young talents gathered together to compete for the top spot.
Whoever performs outstandingly will have a chance to be selected as a disciple by the great scholars from the seven academies, and will have an incredible future from then on!
The Feng Dynasty treated scholars very favorably. Such a custom also led to those who came from rich and powerful families to pursue talented scholars.
Logically speaking, it doesn't really matter whether a disciple with a prominent family background like Duguhan can be selected into the seven academies.
After all, they grew up with a silver spoon in their mouth.
Even if they don't enter the seven major academies, the starting point of these people is the end point of ordinary people's struggle in life. They persist in wanting that poem, maybe just for the sake of face.
"A piece of gold."
Chu Ling thought for a while, looked at Lian Xin and said.
Chu Ling's words made Lian Xin laugh angrily.
There was a mocking look on his face.
Who do you think you are, that you dare to open your mouth like a lion?
These sky-high retouching fees depend on who pays them.
Great Confucians who are world-famous, or Hua Lengtang of Zhaoyan Academy, some people ask for thousands of gold in writing fees, but not everyone can get it.
Anyone who dares to ask for a hundred gold coins must be a well-known Confucian scholar in Xanadu, and must be admitted to the seven major academies to co-edit the "Anthology of Qinglong Essays".
You, an unknown person, dare to ask for a hundred gold.
How arrogant!
Lian Xin can be sure that in the latest issue of "Qinglong Anthology", there is no character like Chu Ling.
"I would like to ask Mr. Chu to write down this poem first."
Thinking of what her princess said that she couldn't do it, Lian Xin maintained restraint, looked at Chu Ling and said: "If this poem... can be compared to the poems listed on the list of Wangyou Lake Poetry Association, I am willing to bid for it on behalf of the young master."
Huangfu Jingyu has been paying attention to it since the beginning of the Wangyou Lake Poetry Society. Lian Xin is by his side and knows the selected poems.
The Feng Dynasty has a prosperous cultural heritage and many talented people. Although Lian Xin is a maid, she still has some literary talents. If the poems written by Chu Ling can't even compare with the poems selected by the Wangyou Lake Poetry Society, even if she goes back to resume her life, she will be criticized by three people.
Even if the princess punishes her, she will not buy this poem.
"Okay."
Chu Ling didn't want to waste time, so she picked up the pen, dipped it in ink to moisten it, pushed the paperweight, and started writing straight away.
What kind of poetry can such arrogant people write?
Lian Xin stepped forward.
Good words!
When she saw the handwriting written by Chu Ling, the disdain in Lian Xin disappeared.
She has never seen this font before.
After reading clearly the poems written by Ling.
“What a poem!!”
Lian Xin blurted out her praise.
I originally thought that Chu Ling had plagiarized the line of the poem he heard during the day, and he did not know the entire poem.
However, after reading this poem, Lian Xin changed her mind.
The poems previously posted at the Wangyou Lake Poetry Association, even those written by the seven great talents, cannot be compared with the poem in front of me.
This poem costs hundreds of gold, which is too little!
"What are you doing!"
Lian Xin, who was thinking about it, wanted to take a second look, but saw a hand blocking her, and subconsciously said urgently: "Don't..."
The next second, Lian Xin woke up with a start.
"Master Chu, don't blame me." Lian Xin hurriedly explained: "I am just..."
"Hundred gold."
Chu Ling interrupted: "Otherwise, please leave here, I'm very busy."
"Mr. Chu, later."
Lian Xin thought for a moment, took off her purse from her waist, and took out a golden ticket, "This is Sheng Xianghe's golden ticket. With this ticket, you can exchange it for a hundred gold without anything else."
"No money or goods."
Chu Ling picked up the poem and handed it to Lian Xin.
"Mr. Chu, if you have the opportunity in the future, please go to Wangyou Lake and talk about it." Lian Xin took the paper, thought about it, and said to Chu Ling.
"Let's talk about it later."
Chu Ling held the golden ticket in her hand and said with a smile: "I have something else to do, so I won't give it away."
"Then we are destined to meet again."
Lian Xin carefully put the paper away and raised her hand to salute Chu Ling. Before leaving the door, she turned around and looked at Chu Ling, feeling suspicious in her heart.
What kind of person is this?
He is obviously engaged to Duke Shun, so why should he rent this tavern?
Can't guess.
Chu Ling didn't care about what Lian Xin was thinking. She looked at the gold ticket in front of her and exchanged a poem for a hundred gold. This kind of business without capital was very good. Just now she was worried about how to transform, but now it was solved. Chu Ling