Chapter 3 The First Sword and the Wild Flower Chapter 1 Talking about Wine in the Rain

"When the sword of anger first came out, the mountains and rivers faded. The wild flowers are first exposed, and they are the most beautiful. The sword energy is full of illusions, and the wind and clouds rise. The red dress is full of battles, and people are heartbroken. On the top of the mountain, in the light of the sword. Blood flowers fly three thousand feet, life and death at the flick of a finger. On that cold silvery night, But I only hope to find a quietly falling flower, Hide the eternal loneliness with my sword. " Zanghua is in a very happy mood, but the weather is terrible.

It has been raining for two days, and it seems that it will not stop within three days. Although the autumn rain is disturbing, as long as Zanghua thinks of the expression on the face of "Iron Hand Ruthless" Du Tiandu when he loses in the morning, she is so happy that she wants to do a somersault. The nickname "Iron Hand Ruthless" does not necessarily mean that he is a god catcher or a hero. It doesn't mean that Du Tian is a ruthless gangster who never leaves a life under his command. "Iron hands are ruthless" is to describe Du Tian's stinginess. Du Tian is not his real name, his original name was Du Dayi.

However, he thinks that it is too wasteful for Du Yida to read or write, and two words are better than three words to save one word. What's more, Yi Yi is only big on one side, he hopes to be as big as the sky, so his name is changed from Du Yi to Du Tian. In this city, more than half of the shops and land belonged to Du Tian, ​​but no one could take a penny or anything from him. He will intervene in any profitable industry, as long as he intervenes, those in the industry had better close their doors as soon as possible. Otherwise, not only will you not be able to make money, but you will lose all your capital in the end.

If you want to borrow a penny from this kind of person, it is as difficult as climbing the sky, let alone the thirty-year-old daughter Hong. Tibetan flowers won his thirty altar daughter red. The air in the morning is the freshest and most pleasant, and it is also the most peaceful moment when everything on the earth is about to wake up. Du Tian likes early morning. He thinks that early morning is when people's minds are clearest, and it is the most correct time to deal with things and make judgments. So he always set off from home to various shops in the early morning to inquire and deal with matters.

Although it rained for two days, Du Tian still didn't interrupt his morning routine work. When he left the house early this morning, he saw a strange thing.A queer thing he thought funny. He saw a woman trying to climb one of the thirty big trees that lined the road in front of his house in the rain. It was difficult to climb the big tree, not to mention that the woman wanted to climb it wholeheartedly in the rain. The tree trunk was very slippery, and the woman was born with insufficient physical strength, so every time the woman only climbed halfway up the tree, she fell down. But the woman didn't seem to be discouraged. Every time she fell down, she immediately stood up, climbed, fell, and climbed again.

Seeing her climbing a tree was so funny, Du Tian couldn't help laughing. "My thirty tree wells don't have any rare and rare fruits, and there is no gold growing on the trees. You are so anxious to climb up, why?" The woman glared back at him. "First, I am not in a hurry to climb up. Second, I don't want to pick any exotic fruits and gold from the tree. I just want to enjoy the rain scene on the tree. Third, I want to prove that climbing trees It's not just for men." "Yes, yes, but how long will it take to climb like you?" "Oh?" The woman stopped climbing the tree and turned to look at Du Tian. "Then you mean to climb faster than me?"

"I originally wanted to compare with you, but it's a pity that my body and age don't agree." Du Tian is not too fat, only one hundred fifty or sixty kilograms, and he will not grow old, at most forty or fifty years old. Ask such a person to drink, he is definitely more than capable, if you ask him to climb a tree, then you can imagine. What's more, such a person is Uncle Du, how could Uncle Du compete with others in climbing trees?of course not. Du Tian doesn't climb himself, but he can ask others to climb, so he proposed to the woman. "As long as you climb these thirty trees within a quarter of an hour, I will give you whatever you want."

"What if you can't finish climbing?" The woman was full of interest. "Do a long-term job for three years." "it is good." This woman is of course Tibetan flowers. Zanghua has long been displeased with Du Tian's stinginess, and has long wanted to punish him, but has never had the chance. Du Tian is like a virgin in a boudoir, never giving anyone a chance. ——However, a virgin will always be a mother one day. Du Tian's weakness is that he likes to gamble, betting that he has a 100% chance of winning. So Zanghua set up this game. But within a quarter of an hour, it is not an easy task to climb thirty trees.

Of course Du Tian already calculated that this might be a trap set up by a woman, and he even calculated that this woman could not climb thirty trees in a quarter of an hour. So he gambled. When Tibetan Flower climbed to the fourth tree, Du Tian couldn't smile, but when she climbed to the twenty-fifth tree, Du Tian returned to smiling. He was sure the woman could only climb as far as the twenty-ninth tree. In the last second and a half, Zanghua climbed up the 30th tree, but there was not enough time to get down the tree. Du Tian smiled even more happily.Although Tibetan Flower climbed up to the thirtieth tree, which was beyond his expectation, she had no time to come down.

Just as he was about to accept the long-term worker, an impossible thing happened. He saw Tibetan flowers "falling" from the tree. Instead of jumping off, let yourself "fall" off the tree. The Tibetan flowers "fall" to the ground at the last moment of a quarter of an hour. So Tibetan flowers won. Du Tian's expression was as if he saw eighty old women stripping off at the same time.Just then, he heard someone coughing. A homeless man in a shabby gray-white robe, coughing non-stop, came out from behind the tree. None of them had seen this man just now.

It seemed that there was no one behind the tree just now, but now this person clearly came out from behind the tree.He walked slowly and coughed badly. As soon as he appeared, Qiu Yu seemed to have changed color because of him, turning into an empty and desolate gray-white. His eyes were black, pitch-black eyes. ——Aren’t gray and black the colors closest to death!Isn't death the very limit of emptiness and loneliness. The homeless man kept coughing, walked slowly over, and suddenly stopped, standing in front of Zanghua, his cough finally stopped. "Why bother?" Zang Hua didn't understand what he said, and was about to ask, but saw that he had turned and walked towards Du Tian. Du Tian looked at the homeless man in surprise, and he suddenly smiled at Du Tian. "Why bother?" Before he could finish his sentence, the homeless man started coughing again and again, and walked away slowly. Du Tian looked at him in surprise, and Zang Hua also looked at him in surprise, as if they couldn't understand what he was talking about. Zang Hua was about to chase after him and ask him again, but the man had already lost sight of him. Although he walked slowly, he could not even see his shadow in the blink of an eye, and he could not even hear his coughing. Du Tian murmured to himself: "It's strange, why does this person look familiar to me?" Zanghua was also muttering to herself: "It's strange, I obviously won, why didn't anyone ask me what I want?" What Tibetan flowers want is, of course, thirty altars of old daughter red. "Falling down" and "jumping down" are two actions of falling at completely different speeds. "Jumping down" is a slow one in terms of falling speed, and it is very likely that you will be caught by a branch. "Falling down" is different, it's a back-down motion.Since the upper body of a person is heavier than the lower body, the rate of descent is of course much faster. But to fall from such a tall tree is something that ordinary people dare not do. Zanghua's back still hurts so far, but she is very happy. The person who can make Du Tian fall for him is not the second one to me after all. So Tibetan flowers are in a very happy mood. The autumn rain is continuous, and the sun is already westward. The setting sun rarely appeared in the rain. The sunset in the rain is so ethereal, so lonely. Man is also lonely. ——Unless it is necessary, few people usually want to walk in the rain. Zang Hua has liked rain since she was a child, especially Qiu Yu. She likes the lazy feeling of Qiu Yu. Only in the rain can she temporarily forget the pain buried deep in her memory and deep in her bone marrow. ——How can a person like her have such unforgettable pain. ——Can you really forget the pain? The setting sun was pale yellow in the rain, illuminating the long street and Tibetan flowers. Except for her, there was not even a ghost on the street. Zanghua was intoxicated in the unique confusion in the rain, at this moment, she suddenly saw a large group of people. A large group of teenagers aged seventeen or eighteen, all of them very handsome, walked past the end of their long titles calmly, carrying bamboo poles. In this life, I may never have the opportunity to see such a large number of beautiful teenagers at the same time, so Zanghua stared at each teenager very carefully, enjoying it. These teenagers seemed to be here for the Tibetan flowers. They stopped in front of the Tibetan flowers, and then quickly set up the bamboo canopy, spread the red carpet, and put the tables and chairs. When everything was done, a tall boy walked over respectfully. "Miss Hua, please sit down." Zang Hua didn't say anything, walked over, pulled out the chair and sat down. "There are all kinds of vegetables on this table, but you'd better not eat them." Another boy came up to him respectfully and said, "Yuanwei, all kinds of vegetables are a bit poisonous." Zanghua immediately picked up the chopsticks and took a big bite of all kinds of dishes. "This bottle of wine has the most poison in it." Zang Hua casually picked up a bottle of wine, uncorked it, and poured it into her stomach. She poured it very quickly, almost without breathing, and the bottle of wine was finished. Someone behind him sighed. Such a good wine, being drunk like this by you, is really a bastard eating barley and wasting food. "It's not the bastard who eats barley, it's the tortoise who eats barley." "Zanghua corrected the words he used. An old man walked out with a smile: "So you are not a bastard, but a tortoise. " "Tortoises will waste food if they eat barley." Zanghua also laughed. "But the tortoise can drink. This is the fifty-year-old daughter Hong." "Okay, okay." The old man smiled even more happily. "Miss Hua is Miss Hua." "Zanghua suddenly felt that this old man was very interesting. Meeting interesting people without drinking some wine was as boring as playing chess with herself. So Zanghua picked up another bottle of wine, and this time she finally drank more slowly." It's a pity that such a good old daughter red is not served warm. ""yes. "The old man waved his hand, and immediately a young man came over with a charcoal stove. There was charcoal in the stove, and the charcoal was already burning. The old man poked the charcoal fire with tongs, then put an altar of daughter red on it, and then carefully sealed the mouth of the altar. When the old man is doing these things, it is like an old grandmother who loves her granddaughter preparing a dowry for her married granddaughter. After cleaning the mouth of the altar, the old man takes out a piece of rice paper and gently seals the mouth of the altar, and then he is satisfied Just stop." Warming the wine is like making tea, you need to pay attention to the heat, temperature and time. "The old man said: "If the fire is too strong and the temperature is too high, the original flavor of the wine will definitely be evaporated. " Zang Hua nodded in agreement. "The fire is weak, if it is warmed for too long, the wine will definitely turn sour." The old man seemed to be saying a very solemn thing. "Only with the right fire and the right time can we warm up good wine that still has the original flavor and is beneficial to the human body." The right fire, the right time, how difficult it is to achieve this step, and how many times it takes to fail to get this experience. "As soon as the wine smells in the altar, the wine jar should be taken away from the stove." The old man took the wine jar down and put it on the table. "Then wait until the wine steam has soaked the rice paper on the mouth of the altar, and the work will be considered complete." The old man poured a glass of warm wine and handed it to Zanghua. "At this time, the temperature of the wine is exactly two and a half degrees lower than the temperature in the human body." The old man said: "This temperature is most suitable for the human body." Before the wine was drunk, there was a fragrant aroma. After drinking the wine, it is like a stream of sweet spring juice slowly flowing down the throat into the stomach, and then the whole person is like being in a cloud. "Okay, the wine is good." Zang Hua said sincerely: "The old man's craftsmanship is better." "Thank you." The old man pointed to the wine jar and said, "This is one of the thirty jars of wine that Uncle Du lost. The other twenty-nine jars are waiting for Miss Hua to get them." "Drinking a lot of wine carefully tempered by the old man is already a great pleasure in life, so what about the rest of the wine?" "What's the matter, why should Uncle Du be accused of breach of trust?"