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Chapter Four: Three Hundred Poems(2/2)

He asked Zhang Liang to help him buy fifty large water tanks, determined to brew enough in winter and spring.

Xiao Hei occasionally came over to help, but Zhang Liang was the most diligent. I don't know if he was serious about learning how to make wine, or just couldn't wait to drink a bowl of newly brewed black bean wine.

Li Xiuyuan also asked Zhang Liang to buy some corn and sorghum, saying that he would keep the wine for himself and not sell it.

Zhang Liangyi heard that it was good, after all, he had nothing to do with brewing and drinking. Occasionally, Xiaohei wrote and worked hard to make tea and chat with him, which made Li Xiuyuan feel that he was not alone.

I thought that no matter how small the store is, it still needs a sign.

The craftsman took a piece of iron wood leftover from decoration, swung his knife and inscribed it, and then put a flame through it, giving the newly made sign the flavor of a century-old store.

The moment the sign was put up, the storm was at its strongest.

But there are two words hanging on the door of No. 47 that do not match the artistic conception: "Come here when you are free."

Facing the wind and snow in the sky, Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself: "If you take a leisurely walk in the world, you will cross the stars. If you take a leisurely time and drink a bowl of wine, you will look down on the world."

The wine rack in the store is still empty, but two small seals written by myself have been hung on the opposite wall. Although it looks awkward, it finally has a scholarly feel.

The counter had already been made and was made of the best iron wood. There were just a few wine jars placed under the counter, but not a vat of wine on the counter.

In order to avoid suspicion, he decided not to sell the whole bottle of wine at first, but only sell it for two cents a bowl, so you can drink it as you like.

After a quick lunch, Xiao Hei ran inside and got into bed to take a nap.

Not half past time, when Li Xiuyuan closed his eyes and fell asleep, Zhang Liang walked in, looked at him and said with a smile: "Brother, your sign is very interesting!"

"Taste the taste of this tea!" Li Xiuyuan ignored him, put the tea into the pot, and poured boiling water into the pot with a wave of his hand.
Chapter completed!
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