Chapter 85: Meeting a bosom friend over wine

Chapter 85: Meeting a bosom friend over wine

It turned out to be an official’s wife.

When ordinary people go to the post station, not to mention being denied entry, even if they let you in to shelter from the rain like this old errand boy did today, everyone will definitely be polite. Anyone who dares to directly call the postmaster to come out and greet you must be a government official.

The old servant ran out in a panic, but did not ask everyone to go out or hide. It seemed that it was an unspoken rule that the post station could receive outsiders.

Has the ruling power of dynasties in this era become so weak?

The convoy entered the courtyard of the post station. The old servant called a few young men to help him go out and tie the horses for the officials' families. A group of burly guards with knives walked into the lobby, took a quick look, and drove away a few porters sitting at the table.

"Go down and sit down!"

The foot merchants did not dare to refute and quickly ran over to squeeze around the stove. There was no room left in the circle.

A young woman in a blue and white dress came in, surrounded by several maids. She seemed not to notice the group of people sitting around and walked straight to the table that had been cleaned by the guards. The servants came running over and bent over, waiting for instructions.

"Are you the postmaster?" The question was asked by a middle-aged maid.

"No, I am not. The postmaster is not feeling well and is resting at home. If you need anything, just tell me."

The maid picked up something that looked like an invitation and handed it over: "This is my master's name card. Look at what's in the kitchen and pick out some good ones to make. If there is any wine, take a few jars first."

The old servant respectfully took the name card, opened it, and immediately looked at the woman sitting at the top with an incredible look on his face. He was about to say something, but was glared at by the middle-aged maid, so he quickly shut up and left.

Then the servant asked a few helpers to do their respective tasks, the guards assigned a few people to guard various places, and the others squeezed in and sat down at the remaining tables.

The two groups were clearly separated, and Zhao Yushu and others began to chat again, but their conversation no longer touched on the officials' unofficial history, after all, there was a young lady from an official's family sitting next to them.

Zhao Yushu had sensitive senses and soon realized that several eyes were staring at him. He couldn't help but sigh. He thought that it was cloudy and rainy outside and the vision inside the house was unclear. He would not be easily discovered in here with his black clothes. But he was so happy chatting that he forgot to completely hide his cultivation. A cultivator sitting among a group of ordinary people, isn't he just a firefly in the night sky?

Then he heard someone stand up, and then more people stood up. Although he had his back to the group, he still guessed who stood up first.

The woman in blue pressed her hand lightly, and all the servants and guards immediately sat back down obediently. Only the maid who was riding in the same carriage with her was still standing beside her.

Don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t look for me, don’t look for me, Zhao Yushu made useless prayers.

The foot merchants around gradually quieted down, and looked at the official's wife approaching, a little at a loss as to what to do.

"Sir, what a coincidence."

Zhao Yushu turned around and forced a smile: "Yes, what a coincidence."

"Would you like to come over for a drink?"

"Okay."

Zhao Yushu has never been a reserved person, nor is he someone who is afraid of trouble, otherwise he would not have gone to Tianxianglou as soon as he entered Dongdu and got involved whenever something happened.

The first time someone invites you, you guys aren't familiar with each other so you just laugh it off and go your separate ways. But when you meet again the second time and they invite you personally, you have to give them face.

Zhao Yushu bowed and said goodbye to his friends around him, then followed the man in blue to the table and sat down opposite them. The old servant brought over some pickled vegetables, and a young helper behind him held a jar of wine and placed it on the guards' table.

"Put the wine here," the man in blue waved his hand. The young man was a little surprised, but did not dare to refute and obediently put the wine over.

With a bang, the man in blue slapped the mouth of the jar, and the sealing mud flew out, and a faint aroma of wine wafted out.

Lan Yi moved closer to the jar, her small nose twitched slightly, and then her eyebrows slightly frowned: "Not good."

The old servant hastily apologized: "This is a remote place, and it's all homemade wine."

The man in blue waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you can take it." The guards were overjoyed and hurriedly took the jar away.

Lan Yi glanced at the maid standing beside her, and the maid took out a wine jug from behind her like a magic trick: "There's not much left."

Zhao Yushu watched the series of actions of the man in blue without saying a word. Among this group of nearly twenty people including the maids and guards, only two were cultivators. One was the man in blue in front of him. His cultivation level was beyond his understanding, which meant he was at least at the third level. The other was an inconspicuous middle-aged man among the guards, who was at the second level.

The woman in front of him was not that beautiful. She was not as cool and beautiful as Princess Fu, not as graceful as Yun Gu, not as arrogant and cute as Mo Er, and she was definitely not comparable to his precious sister Liu Rulan.

But she exudes laziness from the inside out, without any affectation, giving people the feeling of a cat lying on the sofa basking in the sun;

The main theme is the casualness of doing whatever I want;

Like Bujie;

It suits my taste.

"There's not much good wine, let's each have half." Lan Yi picked up two wine glasses and poured one for each of them: "I finished the warm wine in the car. This pot is brewed by me. It may be different from what you usually drink."

Zhao Yushu took the wine glass and was stunned. He had drunk wine before, more than once with Wang Yuan and Ouyang Zhi. In this era, there was no mature distillation method, and most of the wines were turbid and had a low alcohol content. Suspected distilled wines like Jiannan Shaochun in his previous life did not appear, at least he had never encountered them when he was in Dongdu.

So he never drank to his heart's content.

But the glass of wine in front of me is different.

The wine has a rich aroma and is crystal clear, what a great stuff!

Zhao Yushu raised his cup and drank it all, and couldn't help but frowning: "Okay!"

Lan Yi was shocked: "Sir, you can't drink like this!"

Zhao Yushu smiled and said, "I know, it's high in alcohol!"

"degree?"

"Well, that's right, it's quite strong. Ha, I haven't had such a strong drink in a long time. It's so enjoyable!" Zhao Yushu handed the glass forward, meaning, have another one, girl.

The man in blue's eyes lit up: "Sir, have you ever drunk this before?" As he spoke, he filled his glass again. The maid next to him glared at him and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"It's been a while since there were some very good liquors in my hometown, such as Moutai, Jiannanchun, Wuliangye, etc. Although I haven't drunk them many times, they are too expensive." Zhao Yushu was lost in beautiful memories, unaware that the woman opposite him had her eyes wide open.

"I, I thought that I was the only one who could make this kind of wine, but there is so much? I am short-sighted. Where is your hometown?"

It's over, the secret is out. If you want to say that the poems can still be used as an excuse to be passed down from ancient times, but he just admitted with his own mouth that he drank these wines. When people went over there to inquire, they found out that he didn't drink them. What should we do now? Alas, drinking has ruined things.

"Hahaha, I'm from Xijing, and I run a small workshop. It's hard to find someone. Next time I have a chance, I'll go back and bring you a few jars." Let's be polite and forget about this.

"Okay, I will probably live in Nanyang for the next few years, so you can come and see me whenever it's convenient for you," the girl in blue clapped her hands, her joy beyond words.

Damn, isn't this forcing me to take the technological route?

It's true that Zhao Yushu likes to brag, but he never breaks his promises. This is a man's bottom line. It's just brewing wine. From what this girl said, she brewed the wine herself. If she can make it, why can't I?

"It's a deal. Two years at most. I will definitely deliver it to you."