Great Blue Night Watchman

The brothers returned to Lin's house and entered the backyard. The backyard was spacious and had many houses.

They began to make brewing equipment.

If it were Lin Su in the past, of course he wouldn't be able to do such a professional job, but now he can. With a push, the thin iron sheet slowly bent into a circle. The problem arose, how to weld?

Before Lin Su could find the answer to the problem, Lin Jialiang found the solution first. He pinched the edges on both sides into two slots and closed them in the middle. Hey, they fit perfectly.

Lin Su looked at his second brother as if he didn't recognize him.

The ancients did not use nails to build a house, but only used mortise joints to connect them. Does this refer to his second brother's talent of being a self-taught person?

His second brother was also sighing, this thin iron sheet was clearly flattened by a big iron door, Mr. Baoshan is really a genius!

Yes, there is a mountain as high as a mountain!

About an hour later, all the preparations were in place, and a strange-looking iron container appeared in the yard, as well as several long iron pipes. These iron pipes were also made by the second brother, are you awesome?

Lin Jialiang invested great enthusiasm. After everything was ready, he asked Lin Su, when will the official start?

Completely forgetting that yesterday he solemnly warned his third brother that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, and even more so from the wine shop.

People always change.

Mr. Baoshan is a famous person in the world, and he is so interested in wine.

This wine is related to the livelihood of 100,000 refugees on the riverside, so he is also interested in it.

But Lin Su told him that making wine is not that easy. It requires making distiller's yeast and steaming the sweet rice several times. It is completely unknown whether the wine can be made in the end.

The time span is at least seven to ten days.

Lin Su was confident about Jiuqu. He could make old noodles overnight, and naturally he could also make Jiuqu. It was just a matter of choosing the ingredients.

But he wasn't sure whether sweet potato could produce wine, because he didn't know the internal composition of sweet potato at all, so he needed to experiment.

The matter before us comes to an end here.

When the two brothers came out of the backyard, they saw an old man coming to the front yard, the owner of Haining House. He brought some more food and wine.

Although Jiekou didn't mention the poem, why didn't the brothers understand?

The boss of Haining Tower is chasing poetry.

Lin Su promised Ding Hai to write a wine poem for Haining Tower within three days. This matter has spread, and even celebrities from the capital came all the way to see it, and Ding Hai felt a little pressured. .

Mother Lin saw Lin Su coming and spoke: Sanlang, you promised Haining Tower to give them a wine poem tomorrow, right?

Yes, mother!

People cannot stand without faith, so think carefully tonight.

I went out for a walk today and found a lot of results. I have already planned it. Shopkeeper, you can go now.

The shopkeeper is very happy, Mr. Lin is such a god!

please!

Mother Lin was also overjoyed. She was the happiest when her son had a promising future. She didn't like poetry before, but starting from yesterday, she suddenly liked it very much. She copied her son's two poems word for word several times and put them in the Look left and right in the bedroom, no matter how you look at it, you will like it...

Only Lin Jialiang's eyes flashed with something strange, Lao San, you specifically stated that it was because you went out for a walk that you gained a lot. Is this a foreshadowing? Preparing for future outings?

Brother Wei knows that you don't like to study behind closed doors, but that's what scientific examinations are like. You have to do it even if you don't like it. How can you think of a way to keep this talented but restless brother in the study?

Unless...unless you find him a beautiful maid!

With a maid by your side, only those with red sleeves and fragrant clothes can retain people...

As God testifies, it would take a lot of effort for Lin Jialiang, who was almost stupid to read books about sages, to come up with such a method.

Lin Su went, and Lin Jialiang came to his mother.

Aren't you going to Haining Building?

I won't go. Anyway, as long as my third brother writes a poem, it will soon be spread all over the world. Am I still afraid that I won't be able to read this poem?

Whenever you write poetry, it will always be spread all over the world! Mother's eyes were filled with sparkle, and the pride in her heart almost overflowed...

Mom, is it true that the third brother's marriage is irreversible?

The smile on Mother Lin's face suddenly disappeared, and she sighed softly: I hope it's okay. Half a month ago, the marriage was broken off before the name of Sanlang's poem was broadcast. Today's Sanlang is so talented, who in the world is not famous? Maybe tomorrow the day after tomorrow The Zhou family will come again...

Let me tell you, it's okay to retire. The third brother is extremely talented, so why worry about not having a good wife to match him? The Zhou family is following the influence, adding insult to injury, and has no faith. It may not be a good match for the third brother.

Where in the world are there no fragrant grasses? Is that so? Mother Lin chanted softly.

Mom, do you also know this?

Who doesn't know? This morning, the holy message spread throughout the nine countries and thirteen continents. Even a harem woman like Wei Niang can also read it. This poem...oh, no, my mother likes this kind of lyrics very much. It's so beautiful. I like it, but I don’t know which great scholar created such a magical literary path.”

Lin Jialiang almost said something, but stopped urgently. What he wanted to say was: If mother likes it, let third brother write more in the future.

Mom, find third brother... a bed-warming girl!

Ah? Mother Lin was surprised and delighted: Did your third brother ask you to say that?

This son used to be a voluptuous man, maybe because he was still too young, and he was not too flirtatious. It used to be his only advantage, but it is different now. Now Saburo is a celebrity in the world. Celebrities are often not normal. They like wine. Of course, she hopes that her son will be normal.

The normal manifestation is to like a woman and give her a fat grandson.

Lin Jialiang's expression was a bit abnormal: No! He didn't say it, I just figured it out myself...

Mother Lin's face started to look a little off. Your brother didn't say anything. You can figure it out for yourself. Do you have a jade house of your own, where you have fun in the boudoir every day, and try to figure out your third brother's thoughts by talking about yourself and others? Mom has wanted to make a pact with you for a long time. Your focus is still on studying, and you should not lose your ambition by playing with things...

Lin Jialiang said: Mom, you will understand if you listen to my explanation. The third brother is good at everything but one thing. He can't calm down and concentrate on studying. He always wants to go out and play. I thought, if there is a beautiful warm bed The girl tied him up, maybe he can sit down in the study.

Mother Lin's face changed: Didn't you just say it this morning? It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books...

It's good to travel thousands of miles, but you can't always run away. You can't read the Four Books and Five Classics on the road. The scientific examination is so cruel. It's really impossible to just rely on poetry...

What you said makes sense. Look at Xiaotao... can Xiaotao do it?

This sleeping girl is not something that ordinary people can do. She must study a little before she can accompany her third brother to study. Xiaotao has not studied, so she may not be able to do it.

Most of the women in the world who can read are ladies from a wealthy family. Which lady from a wealthy family would be willing to warm someone's bed without a status?

Yes, this is a dead end.

The mother and son had a long discussion there, but they didn't even notice that there was a woman behind who was almost crying. She was Xiao Tao.

Haining Tower was full of distinguished guests. Lin Su came in and was greeted by Ding Hai personally.

The scribes all over the place had different expressions, some were full of envy, some were full of disdain, some were sarcastic, and a few even opened their folding fans, showing themselves as if they were looking for trouble at any time.

Lin Su also knew two of them, and they were two of the top ten talents in Quzhou.

Mr. Guiyang and Du Yulang.

Yesterday, Lin Su aimed at Zhang Xiu's face and slapped him hard. In fact, the wind of his palm also swept the faces of these two people.

No one dared to retaliate against the saint in front of him, but that didn't mean that these proud men would let go of their worries.

No one is the biological son of a poet saint, and no one can guarantee that every poem will be unparalleled. How many geniuses in the world occasionally burst out with ideas, shocking the world, but in the later period, their talents are exhausted and they are unknown?

They came here today just to find loopholes. As long as there are loopholes in his poems, as long as his poems are not up to par, they will have a chance.

As long as they are given a chance, they can spread Lin Su's reputation for deceiving the world and stealing fame all over the world overnight.

Moreover, they absolutely believed that as long as he was insulted once, his literary roots would be unstable, his poetic talent would quickly decline, and in the end he would really be forgotten by everyone.

Because Lin Su is not familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics and has insufficient foundation, this kind of person is most likely to be short-lived.

In Da Cang Country, such awesome people are not allowed to appear among the younger generation. This is the consensus of young people all over the world.

Lin Su is an eighteen-year-old young man in this world.

But in that world, he had an insight into the ways of the world.

How could these feudal natives, who had not even grown their hair, hide it from him?

He didn't even need to look at it to know what kind of sausages were in these people's stomachs...