"Boss, is this... thrown away?"
The shop assistant sniffed the aroma from the bottle, grabbed the bottle and asked hesitantly.
As a result, the shopkeeper snatched the bottle from his hand and took the cork from the table.
I shook the bottle and then looked inside towards the light. There were some wine stains but no wine. I sniffed the fragrance and it was still there. I put the cork in the bottle and the smell disappeared immediately. After a while, it was gone.
Shopkeeper Zhuo sniffed the bottle again and found that there was no smell leaking out. While he was studying it, several shop assistants gathered around and looked at him with curiosity.
"Boss, why does this bottle smell so good? What was it filled with?"
Shopkeeper Zhuo looked carefully at the few dents on the bottle. It looked like an ordinary wine bottle, but he instinctively felt that it was unusual. When he heard the clerk's question, he answered casually with a vaguely strange feeling in his heart.
"Maybe it was used to hold some spices..."
As he spoke, Shopkeeper Zhuo glanced at the door again. He felt as if he had seen the scene just now somewhere before. Once this thought came to his mind, he could not help but think about it.
This style of wine bottle and the strange guests seem to overlap with the scenes of that year in some way.
"Maybe it really was used to hold spices. No wonder people don't use bottles to drink wine anymore."
"So are you going to throw away this bottle or not?"
"What else can I do with it if I don't throw it away? Wash it and put it in the bottle for wine? The shop doesn't need a bottle."
"What are we having for lunch today? I'm getting hungry just from smelling that delicious food!"
…
The shop assistants at the counter were chatting with each other. Anyway, there were not so many rules in the garden shop during their free time.
But when he heard one of the shop assistants say, "Wash and pack the wine," Shopkeeper Zhuo felt something inexplicably moving in his heart.
"Alright, alright, everyone disperse. It's almost noon. The rest of you go to the restaurant outside and order some food. And you two, go to the pancake shop across the street and buy some fried pancakes."
"We're not going to do it ourselves today?"
Shopkeeper Zhuo glared at the person asking the question in annoyance.
"You still have objections to having a good meal? Then let's make it ourselves!"
"No, no, no, no, boss, I was just joking!" "Yes, yes, you're asking for a fight!"
"Why don't you go now?" "Immediately, immediately!"
"I know, I know!"
…
Several shop assistants hurriedly set off. Since the shopkeeper was paying the bill, they could order food from the garden shop without even having to queue up. The restaurants would definitely prepare it for them as soon as possible. As for wine, they certainly didn't need to buy it.
He sent a few shop assistants away, turned around and took out a jar of Qianrichun from under the cabinet behind him, then pulled out the cork of the old wine bottle. The fragrance overflowed again. He quickly put on the funnel, scooped up half of Qianrichun with four ounces of wine, and carefully poured it into the old wine bottle.
Something quite magical happened. The moment the wine entered the jug, the original aroma suddenly disappeared, as if it had been taken back into the bottle.
After pouring half a bottle of wine, Shopkeeper Zhuo took away the funnel, put the mouth of the bottle close to his nose and sniffed it carefully. The aroma of Qianrichun wine inside seemed to be much stronger than ordinary new wine, but it was far from comparable to the refreshing fragrance just now.
I shook the bottle, listened to the sound of the wine flowing inside, and then smelled it. The aroma of Qianrichun seemed to be a little stronger.
Shopkeeper Zhuo took a cup and hesitated for a long time before pouring out the wine and trying to drink it.
Smelling the aroma of the wine and recalling the fragrance just now, I really wanted to try a glass, but I restrained this idea because of my rationality.
After hesitating for a while, the shop assistants returned to the garden shop one after another, and Manager Zhuo put the cork in the old wine bottle and temporarily hid it under the counter.
Later, the people who had ordered food from the restaurant came back with lunch boxes, and the group of people ate lunch together at the table in the garden. When they finished cleaning up, there was business coming in the afternoon, and everyone was busy moving wine, transporting wine, and collecting money.
In the evening, when the garden shop was about to close, the shop assistants were packing up the shop and Manager Zhuo had finished settling the last account.
"Hey, shopkeeper, are you done with your cough?"
The shop assistant who was speaking originally wanted to help Manager Zhuo clean the purple clay teapot that contained the medicine liquid. As a result, when he picked up the teapot, he found that the teapot was still heavy. When he opened the lid, he saw that most of the medicine liquid was still there. There should have been very little left a few days ago.
Hearing the shop assistant ask this, Zhuo Tao suddenly felt that he hadn't coughed for quite a while.
"Yes, I didn't hear the shopkeeper coughing all afternoon."
"What you said is true. I asked the shopkeeper to see a doctor in the morning, and he was fine in the afternoon?"
Shopkeeper Zhuo was also surprised. Thinking back carefully, it seemed that the last time he coughed was after he settled the bill in the morning. Then...
Zhuo Tao glanced at the old wine jug hidden under the counter. He had been feeling a little distracted the whole afternoon, and now his heartbeat quickened slightly, and that feeling became more and more intense.
"Is this really a treasure?!"
. . .
When it got dark again, Ji Yuan returned to the Chunmu River outside the south of the city. Sure enough, the old turtle was still waiting at the bottom of the river, and used the water-controlling method to protect the fishing rod, so that the green bamboo did not get wet.
There were no pedestrians on the river bank at this time, so the old turtle floated to the surface without any hesitation, put its paws together in the water and greeted.
"Meet Mr. Ji!"
"Okay, thank you very much!"
Ji Yuan thanked him and stretched out his hand, and the fishing rod on the turtle's back returned to his hand.
The old turtle saw that the red fox was not beside Mr. Ji and thought that Mr. Ji was about to leave, but he saw him sitting down in the same place where he had sat last night.
At this moment, the big black fish was not on the shore, and Hu Yun was allowed by Ji Yuan to go to the academy to have a final chat with Yin Qing. There were only Ji Yuan and the old turtle by the willows across the river, which made the old turtle somewhat nervous.
Ji Yuan looked at a hole on one of the willow trees that was much bigger than a basketball. It was the first night of his visit to Chunhui Mansion. The old turtle bit him with hatred. He couldn't help but smile and then looked at the old turtle on the river.
"That day you asked Hu Yun about the content of "Xiao Yao You"?"
Ji Yuan asked this calmly and peacefully, without any anger in his voice, but when the old turtle heard it, he suddenly panicked and felt extremely uneasy for a moment.
"yes… "
I wanted to explain a few words, but I felt that it would be like quibbling, so in the end I could only respond with this.
But after waiting for a long time and seeing no harsher words or rebukes from Mr. Ji, a sense of anticipation began to rise in my heart, and it grew stronger and stronger.
Ji Yuan seemed to be waiting to observe the changes in the old turtle's expression. It was quite interesting to watch the changes in the facial features on the huge turtle's face. However, this time the old turtle mustered up the courage to look at his pair of old eyes without avoiding his sight.
"Would you like to listen to "Xiaoyaoyou"?"
Sure enough, the words that the old turtle wanted to hear the most came out of Ji Yuan’s mouth. The emotions that the old turtle had tried hard to control could no longer be suppressed, and he kept bending and kowtowing amid the “splashing…” of the water.
"I want to listen, old turtle! Please teach me, sir! Please teach me, sir!"
Because it was in the water, it was able to swing its body as much as a normal person bowing, but the movement on the water surface was much louder.
"Well, if you keep bowing like this, you should be able to attract the ships in the distance."
It was not completely dark yet, and although there were no pedestrians around, there were cruise ships on the river. The churning water here might indeed attract people over.
The old turtle immediately stopped moving, floated quietly on the water and waited, at the same time afraid that Ji Yuan would say, "You want to listen but I don't want to talk anymore." He really couldn't believe his own luck.
After a moment of complete silence.
"There is a fish in the North Sea, its name is Kun. Kun is so big that no one knows how many thousands of miles it is. It turns into a bird, its name is Peng..."
Ji Yuan did not remind them to get ready, but spoke directly in a quiet voice. The old turtle on the river had been extremely alert from the beginning, not daring to miss a single word or pause.
As Ji Yuan's voice spread, the surroundings were also affected by the artistic conception formed by Ji Yuan's reversal of the world, and the atmosphere seemed vague and deep. The old turtle felt as if he was led by Mr. Ji to become a giant and a giant turtle that could look down on the mountains and rivers. It was also like the Kunpeng that was thousands of miles away, and could go up to the blue sky and down to the nine underworlds...
Even at this moment, the old turtle did not forget to remember every word when his emotions were severely shaken.
Ji Yuan's speaking speed seemed to conflict with time. His speaking speed was normal, but when the last two paragraphs of "Xiao Yao You" "Gods have no merit, sages have no name" fell, the old turtle woke up with a start, and it was already late at night.
At this time, Mr. Ji stopped talking, but the old turtle was still in shock and couldn't speak.
Ji Yuan looked at the old turtle and felt that this method of revealing artistic conception was quite good, at least it was indeed profound in preaching.
Theoretically, the effect this time should be better than the last time on the Niukui Mountain platform. However, Lu Shanjun is also considered to have excellent comprehension among the monsters. Judging from the sound of Tao that night, his comprehension may not be worse than that of the old turtle at this moment.
"You have been too stubborn for a long time. In fact, this "Xiao Yao You" is really suitable for you. I won't say more about the rest. Come and listen to the book with Bi Qing when you have time."
After Ji Yuan finished speaking, he stood up with the fishing rod in his hand, and with his mind he moved his body away like a dragon, shrinking into the distance.
When the old turtle suddenly came back to his senses, he could only see Ji Yuan's distant back. He then quickly climbed up the shore and stood up, repeatedly thanking him in the distance: "Thank you for your teachings, thank you for your teachings! Thank you for your teachings, thank you for your teachings..."
The first few voices were filled with joy and gratitude, but Ji Yuan was no longer heard in the latter parts, and the voices were filled with more complex emotions.
"I, Old Turtle... finally have waited for the day when my fortunes turn..."