Luo Junxi asked Zhu Xingde: "Brother-in-law, what kind of wine name do you think of? Do you have any thoughts in your mind?"

Zhu Xingde said that he had no specific ideas.

Get a flower, grass, mountains and water, all of this is OK.

Just selling wine outside, you always have to have some gimmicks.

For example, if you drink our wine, can you live a good life? Can you live 99? Can you be drunk without being drunk? Can you have good wine, who will you have everlasting?

It's better to have some good meanings.

In this way, he can only speak nonsense when he goes out.

However, one thing he asked: "You can help me make up a storybook and write it out for me."

Luo Junxi was puzzled: "Hmm?"

Zhu Xingde said this time in detail, and he knew it as soon as he heard it, and he had thought about it carefully:

“Our wine is made by my grandmother.

Don’t you feel it? Grandma really wants to teach our mother-in-law, and also wants to pass it on to the three of them.

What does this mean? In the future, all our wines are brewed by women.

If our men don’t touch each other, learn, or pass on their inheritance, they will pass on their skills from generation to generation.

Hey? Don’t underestimate this. I have thought about it, and this point will be immediately different from other wines.

So you give the whole storybook.

At the beginning of the story, there are three generations of women in our family living in places with mountains and waters.

The streams must be colorful, winding and transparent. It looks like a paradise. Time flies and beauty remains the same.

I won't be arrogant anymore, I specified that I can't be arrogant.

Anyway, don’t forget to describe it. The three generations of women in our family are extremely dignified and beautiful. They can make a living by their faces, marry into a very wealthy family, and live a good life ready-made, but they don’t.

From grandma to mother-in-law, to the three of them.

They choose to make money down-to-earth, be good servants, support their ordinary husbands, and live a better life little by little."

Luo Junxi heard this: "..."

My elder brother-in-law is really willing to do anything, and he is just a mediocre person.

Zhu Xingde didn't notice the smile in his younger brother-in-law's eyes and continued to say seriously:

"Anyway, our wine is clean, not sticky, and has a soft texture. This is the characteristic.

Just as our woman looks like water on the outside and tough on the inside.

You have to write a story and tell everyone that happiness is not about others, or even men, but about yourself. Even if you are poor at first, it doesn’t matter, as long as you work hard. This kind of spirit is what every generation of women in our family has.

That is why they can get help from God and make such good wine.

Only by uniting people’s hearts and uniting people’s wine.

Let the female drinkers sigh after listening.

Let the male drinkers and literati and poets hear about it and pick up our wine. After knowing this story, they sincerely express respect.

No longer underestimate women to cook, just as no longer underestimate the wine contained in our simple and unpretentious jar.

Let them feel the spirit of women holding the house with hard work. Do you understand what I mean?

If you make a good notebook and write it on, I think it is worth promoting the store.

After all, this is completely different from other families. Other families are made by big men, and our family is made by women.

As time goes by, slowly, even if they don’t remember the name of our wine, as long as they have heard of this story, I know, the wine is rumored to be brewed by women.

Hey? Our effect is in place.”

Zhu Xingde looked at Luo Junxi: Why do you feel confused when you say to your younger brother-in-law?

Luo Junxi: No, he is not confused, he is impressed by his elder brother-in-law's eloquence.

"Writing to the legend?"

Zhu Xingde said, yes, the legend has been written.

You haven't seen those people with some skills, which village or town are not allowed to spread some legendary stories about them? For example, how did they turn from a mud-legged person into a big landlord?

This guy made everyone talk about how to create heroes in the times.

In fact, there is a landlord who knows the details. The old Yan who opened a casino said, "When is the time to create a hero?" He rushed there and forced himself to move forward. Then, he was in a good position and had the luck, so he broke away from the mud legs and became a landlord. No one mentioned the cowardly things he had done before, and they all said how magical he was.

So in order to give the wine a specialty, our family will first give it a short story.

If we dare to think a little more and be more arrogant, if our family becomes famous in the future, don’t worry, there will be many people who will add color and mystery to this story.

That's great.

What a great story of the famous Zuo family wine. The wine brewed by five simple and three generations of women will continue to be passed down from generation to generation.

If you don’t become famous, it doesn’t matter. When you meet a store you can get it, you will be fine. It doesn’t take much effort to remember that a big specialty woman in our family can make it, and you won’t lose anything.

Luo Junxi thought for a while and thought to himself: I can't listen to my elder brother-in-law, and start toward the very beautiful side.

Generally speaking, literati and poets like to dance, return to nature, travel to the mountains and rivers, so as to avoid the reputation of drinking in the future, and others are curious about it. If they fall in love with his wheat, what should they do? He is looking for trouble, so he should write it on dignity and virtuousness.

Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, I worry about these two people.

Sitting at home, I imagine what to do if I sell wine to all over the world.

"What do you pronounce this word?" Zhu Xingde approached Luo Junxi and asked while memorizing.

Luo Junxi also wrote stories in a casual manner, while reading them to Zhu Xingde and teaching his elder brother-in-law to remember them.

"The Zuo family's wife, Zuo Liquor, Zuo family's grandmother, gives the wine fragrance... This is the wine inherited by grandmother, and is only busy for her daughter... The gods are busy coming down to earth, just asking for a glass of wine to enter the stomach... or you can know all over the world, and a thousand gold wine attracts the fragrance of ink..."

Finally, Luo Junxi wrote down a single piece of paper: Hua Qingjiu.

He recited: "The fragrance of flowers and wine is fragrant and the fragrance of flowers is fragrant, and the cheeks and wine are red in the face."

Zhu Xingde commented: "What does a good poem mean?"

"It means that the fragrance is mixed into a piece. The cheeks of the flower are like the face of the beauty's cheeks. In addition, the meaning of the flower is better than the meaning of the mountain, river and water. The flower is taken from the name of the grandmother and the beautiful flower."

Zhu Xingde lit up Luo Junxi, his eyes lit up: "I understand, Xiuhua brewed it himself, Huaqing wine."

That's called this, this is good.

He will buy jars tomorrow, cut a few more red papers, and let his brother-in-law write them all, and each jar of wine is stained with.

That night, Zhu Xingde held the Zuojiajiu script under his armpit, waved his other arm, and happily announced to everyone that our wine was beloved Hua Qingjiu.

It was made from grandma.

It highlights the inheritance of women's craftsmanship from generation to generation.

The left-handed man said it out loud. The question is, what if our family has a boy in the future? Even the next generation of sweet water will give birth to a boy to whom should be passed on to.

Xiuhua glanced at the left-handed man.

It is said that the thief looks down on him and is always disappointing.

She finally laughed out loud from the bottom of her heart, and her heart was so ruthless.

Unexpectedly, my family decided to use her name as a wine name, and the story he made up was also nice. I felt that my grandson-in-law was so warm that she was so enthusiastic that it would not hurt in vain. Grandma loved you even more in the future. As a result, my son-in-law poured a basin of cold water.

"You think it's quite far, it's pretty."

You haven't even made a son yourself, but you're done with it. I didn't expect that your dream is quite big.

Looking up at Zhu Xingde, Xiuhua immediately changed her expression and laughed around the quilt and said with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes:

"Okay, that's it. I like this name very much.

Dezi, go and rest, don't have too many concerns.

Just remember, selling wine is not a matter of worry. At worst, you can bring it back and our family will turn the wine into aging.

Anyway, I will wait until you go out and see the situation. The boat will naturally be straight when it reaches the bridge. It is serious to go to have a good night's sleep first.

Don’t worry about letting your wife slap her mouth. Your wife has long been sleeping with your daughter in her arms."

Zhu Xingde didn't expect that his grandmother could see it. He came over to wake up Xiaodao, thinking about slapping her mouth and dreaming. He smiled and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Okay, then I'll have a good night's sleep today, and I don't think about anything. Grandma, father and mother, you go to bed earlier."

Zhu Xingde returned to the house, and snoring sounds were already coming one after another.

The snoring of the two pillars was loud, and the mountain was not inferior.

In a short while, Zhu Xingde was too tired these days and never stopped. With such a loud snoring, he just turned over and fell asleep.

Rarely, I slept very heavily.

The rain fell along the eaves of the Zuo family.

The entire Youhan Village was shrouded in the rain, quiet and deep, and even the dogs didn't bark and stopped sleeping.
To be continued...