Mei Ernan hesitated and said, "Lao Liu, I forgot to get drunk last time I got drunk. How did the coach deal with you? Today I still hooked up with the young master to go out for a drink?" The coach they said was Mei Yi.

Mei Zhenyi waved her hand and said, "It's okay, it's just a little drink and enjoy it. I'll take care of anything. Liufa, what's the point of that hotel with famous old wine in Wuzhou?"

When Mei Liufa heard this, he began to introduce Wanjia Hotel and Lao Chunhuang. His vivid saliva was almost flowing down, and he also hooked everyone's greed. Mei Zhenyi said, "I'm fine, go to Wanjia Hotel."

With his order, Mei Dadong and Mei Ernan urged the horse to go to the front station. The group of people came to Wanjia Hotel with a joke. This hotel is a two-story building with a backyard. It is very simple in style. Facing the main road, not far from the road is Jingting Lake. Although the place is a little far from the city, the environment is quite good. Dismounted in front of the store, surrounded by a group of people and walked into the hotel and went up the second floor. Mei Zhenyi felt a little strange.

I just heard from Mei Liufa that the hotel's business is very good. Today is a good day for an outing. I saw many tourists on the Peach Blossom Road in Ten Miles. It is said that Wanjia Hotel should be crowded. Why did I just go upstairs and see that the business here is very deserted. The tables in the lobby downstairs are less than half full, but there are no one else upstairs.

While he was puzzled, the waiter who was running the hall came over and bowed: "Hello, Xiaohou, welcome to our store. The shopkeeper will come to greet you later. We have cleared the second floor. Are you satisfied?... What do you want to use?"

Mei Sanxi waved his hand: "Don't be so exaggerated. We can't occupy a floor. We have any specialties. Let's have a big pot of fried wild chili. The most important thing is to get a jar of old chrysanthemum. My young master came here for this."

The waiter looked bitter and shook his head and said, "There is no problem with the dish, but the wine is gone, so I can't serve it."

Mei Liufa slapped the table: "What my young master wants to drink is the old Chunhuang. When is the time now, the wine sold out? Go to the cellar behind to move the raw pulp. This should be available. Don't think I don't know what to do. This wine is brewed by your family! We will give you more money to enjoy the wine."

"Everyone, I'm really sorry, I don't even have raw juice! I, a businessman, dare not offend the young marquis of Mei family. I haven't been here for a long time, right? I don't know what happened to my Wanjia Hotel... I'll pay my respects to the young marquis and a few. In Shikijishan City, I'm the shopkeeper of this hotel." At this time, a middle-aged man went upstairs and came close to him. He was dressed decently and cleanly, but his face was worried and his forehead was wrinkled like walnut skin.

"Shopkeeper Ji? We came here to see the reputation, and I don't know what happened here. I think you are worried and have a depression in your chest. Obviously, you have a serious heart disease. If you don't treat it well, it may damage your longevity... What's going on? Can you tell me?" Mei Zhenyi was surprised. Since this old chrysanthemum is a signature made by the restaurant, how could it not even be raw? Moreover, judging from the appearance of Storekeeper Ji, it is obvious that something happened at home, and even if it accumulates in your chest, it is likely to become a disease if it continues like this.

"I was unfortunate enough to offend the gods and even my mother was sick. Oh, I am really an unfilial person! Since the little marquis asked, then let me tell you straight." Manager Ji sighed and told the reason, and even told a strange thing about the immortal.

Since Jishancheng's grandfather, he has been brewing wine in the suburbs of Wuzhou. After the efforts of his grandparents and grandchildren, a roadside ono shop has now become a famous Wanjia Hotel in Wuzhou. Their family lives in the backyard of the hotel. The yard is very large, and there is a separate place with a wine cellar and workshop. Lao Chunhuang is good, but the real reputation has spread throughout Wuzhou three years ago, and the cause is related to a Taoist priest of the Youfang.

One morning about six years ago, when the hotel opened, Jishancheng saw a Taoist priest sitting on the Jingting Lake opposite the road, using a gourd to collect water from the lake, and then recite poems in a drinking manner-

Sitting and lying down for a long time, carrying a pot of wine, and not telling your eyes to recognize the imperial capital.

Qiankun Xu Da had no name and evacuated a husband.

The mother of Jishancheng was in her sixties. Like many folk old men, she was a man who believed in and worshiped Gods. When she saw the Bodhisattva burning incense, she kowtowed when she met a god. Jishancheng was influenced by my mother and helped the monks and Taoists passing by. At this time, she saw that the Taoist priest had a good conversation, so she called out: "Master, how can the lake water be drunk as wine? I have wine here, so I can give you a pot."

The Taoist priest sang a promise, walked to the hotel to ask for a pot of wine, and said thanking him. As soon as the Taoist priest left, the mother of Ji Shancheng came out. It turned out that the Taoist priest was not loud, but it was clearly heard and read it when he heard about it. After hearing what had happened just now, she said to Ji Shancheng: "The Taoist priest may be a master. You should be more respectful when you see him again."

Originally, I thought the Taoist priest was just passing by, but later I found that he seemed to live nearby and came to ask for wine every now and then. Ji Shancheng did not dare to neglect it. He gave him wine every time. Anyway, he didn't lack this pot when he opened the door to do business. In this way, three years passed, and the Taoist priest drank the Wanjia Hotel for three years.

One day the Taoist priest came again, and it happened that Ji Shancheng had something to do and was not in the store. The guy couldn't help saying, "Hey, I said, you Taoist priest, you have never gotten the advantage? There is a saying in our countryside, "A bowl of rice is your benefactor, and you have three years of meal to support your enemies." Do you understand, do we have a grudge against you in our restaurant?"

The Taoist priest retorted: "The shopkeeper hasn't said that yet, you, a guy, have taught me a lesson."

Guest: "That's because our shopkeeper's mother usually believes in Buddhism and is filial to you, so she didn't say anything about you."

Taoist priest: "Oh, it turns out that I have received the favor of the old man. Let's do this. I won't beg for wine today. Please take me to thank the old man."

The Taoist priest came to the backyard to see Ji's mother. The old lady was naturally very respectful and asked the friend to go and get the wine again. The Taoist priest waved his hand and said, "I have drunk your wine for three years, so I'll thank you today." He poured all the gourd wine into the well in the backyard and then floated away.

This time, a miracle of immortals was produced. The well was no longer ordinary well water, but the old Chunhuang with a mellow aroma, which was much richer than the taste of the Ji family. From then on, Ji Shancheng no longer had to brew wine, and just took the wine from the well to sell it. The wine gradually became famous and the business became better and better. Wanjia Hotel was renovated into two floors, and the guy also changed from two to four. These were all thanks to the Taoist priest You Fang. The Ji family thought that the gods appeared, so they were naturally grateful to the Taoist priest You Fang.

Since then, the Taoist priest disappeared and never appeared again. After three years, he suddenly came again. This time, the Taoist priest walked directly into the backyard to meet Ji's mother and asked her how the wine in the well was? Ji's mother naturally thanked her for her, but finally said: "Wine comes out directly from the well, but she is good, but she doesn't have the wine lees to raise pigs."

What she said was the truth. In the past, when wine was brewing, wine lees could be raised, pigs were slaughters, and pigs could be cooked, and meat was not needed during the Chinese New Year. But since the wine came out of the well, my family didn't have to brew it, so there was no wine lees to feed pigs. An old country lady who had been doing housework for her whole life naturally thought about this and said it casually.

The Taoist priest smiled, but immediately changed his color when he heard this, and said calmly: "The desires of the world are endless!" After saying that, he waved his sleeves and left, and then saw that the well in the yard had dried up. - This happened seven days before Mei Zhenyi and others came to Wanjia Hotel.

After saying that, Storekeeper Ji sighed: "After this incident, the Wanjia Hotel suddenly cut off the old Chunhuang wine. The guy told me about this. Everyone said that my mother was greedy and there was a white wine in the well. She even thought that she didn't have wine lees to raise pigs, which angered the gods... The wine was gone, and the gods offended them, so there were fewer customers, and I could not continue my business. How could I not worry about it?"

Qu Zhenming asked: "The wine in the well is gone, but your family still has old cyan? Even if it has not been prosperous in the past three years, the business will not be unable to continue?"

Storekeeper Ji smiled bitterly: "This guest official obviously does not know how to brew wine. The ancestral cellar was abandoned for three years and could not be cultivated for a while. The taste of the wine produced has completely changed. Besides, the old chamomile in my family has to be stored for three years. The first year is bitter, the second year is astringent, and the third year is drinkable. Even if I re-brew it at this time, it will take at least three or five years to recover as before. How can I maintain the small business operations with less entry and more output? By then, my industry can no longer be maintained... The restaurant of three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, I am an unfilial person when I see it ruined in my hands."

Qu Zhensheng asked, "I heard you just now that your old mother is sick. What disease did she get? Is it so powerful?"

Storekeeper Ji: "It can't be considered a disease. My mother confessed to the gods and was involved in the family business. She was very guilty in her heart. She didn't think about tea or food these days, but she just cared about the gods in the back hall, hoping that the gods would forgive me. It's not a solution to keep talking like this every day. I'm afraid that her body will not be able to bear it, but it's useless to persuade her." When he said this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he knelt down on one knee: "Mr. Mei, I heard that you have been in Qiyun Temple with Doctor Sun. Can you find a way to cure my mother's disease? Ji begs you!"

Mei Zhenyi quickly stood up and helped him up: "Shopkeeper, don't be so polite. Lingtang has a heart disease. It still needs to be considered how to use medicine. Let me think about it first. Please rest assured. Since I met it today, I will definitely do my best... You go down first, and bring it up if you have any specialty dishes. As for wine... Mei Liufa, you can ride a fast horse to the city to buy it, and we will eat it here today."

The shopkeeper thanked him repeatedly and went downstairs. Mei Zhenyi looked at everyone and asked, "How do you think about the experience of this family? How do you evaluate the Taoist priest's actions?"

Everyone started talking about it—

Mei Dadong said: "Then Ji's mother is really insatiable. The wine comes from the well. She actually thinks that there are no wine lees to raise pigs. It is also the only thing that the gods are angry."

Mei Ernan said: "The gods play in the world so fascinating. That immortal is clear in his grudges and grudges when doing things, and it is very mysterious!"

Mei Sanxi said: "Who drinks wine for three years and then returns the wine that has been filled with the well for three years. The love of this Taoist priest can be considered to be repaid."

Mei Sibei said: "It seems that people are not satisfied. When gods enlighten people in the world, the dragon often sees the head but not the tail. The Ji family is quite pitiful, but they also suffer from it."

Mei Wuzhong frowned and said, "I think the Ji family is also a person without vision. Why didn't I think that this day can the wine in the well flow forever? The ancestral cellar should not be wasted."

Qu Zhenming said: "This Taoist practices profoundly and plays with human affairs. Although he is moody and angry, his likes and dislikes are clear. I can't say anything, but if it were the old immortal Sun, I'm afraid he wouldn't have done this."

Qu Zhensheng asked back: "Of course, the old god would not do this, but the Taoist priest did not do anything to the Ji family. The masters in the world have their own styles but have their own reasons for their actions. The Ji family's experience is his own fault. Isn't that the truth?"

At this time, Mei Liufa came back from buying wine. After hearing the discussions of everyone, he saw that the young master had not spoken, so he asked obediently: "Young master, why don't you speak? Do you have any different opinions?"

Mei Zhenyi stroked her forehead with her hand: "I haven't figured it out yet, and I'm just about to go back to ask the teacher... Let's have a meal first, and after dinner, go to see the Ji mother's illness."

Mei Dadong reminded: "Young Master really wants to treat Ji's mother? She has hit the gods! This disease is not easy to treat."

Mei Zhenyi smiled faintly: "I am treating the old mother of the Ji family, not the Taoist priest, what does it have to do with the gods? This disease is easy to treat. After dinner, I will call the shopkeeper up. I will have something to explain."

The taste of the wild-burning taste is very good, but Mei Zhenyi didn't taste anything. He kept thinking about his worries silently. If he was just a young master of the Mei family, when he went out to hear such things, he might just laugh it off as a folk legend or a god-like case, but don't forget that he was a fatherless orphan before traveling through time. He grew up in a remote mountain village and lived at the bottom of society. He was proficient in various means of the eight major gates of the world. The more things he experienced, the more he understood what it was to play with others for no reason. He had no good feelings for the Taoist priest, but he didn't want to say anything more when he saw that everyone criticized the "gods", and he didn't want to say anything.

After dinner, he called Manager Ji and gave him some instructions. Everyone surrounded Mei Zhenyi and came to the backyard. A pretty woman stood in the yard with a grim look. Manager Ji saw her and asked, "How is Mom?"

The woman sighed, "I didn't eat a few bites of food, and I knelt down in front of the incense table to worship the gods."

Storekeeper Ji: "You should take the children to have dinner too. Don't worry too much. I invited Doctor Sun's disciple today and will definitely cure my mother's illness."

Walking into a room in the backyard, it is decorated like a small ancestral hall, with incense tables on the south wall, and a tablet of "Immortals are on the top" was placed on the incense table. An old lady with gray hair was kneeling on the mat, her hands were folded and muttering to the incense table. She is Ji's mother, she is almost seventy years old this year, and it is the seventh day that she has burned incense for several days.

When the old lady saw her son bringing a handsome boy in, a few people stood respectfully at the door, she stood up and greeted, "Shancheng, whose young master is this? Are you here to be a guest?...You treat it well, and you are guilty of the immortals. If you are not convenient to treat guests, you will also apologize to the immortals."

After saying that, she bowed to Mei Zhenyi, and then knelt on the mat as if no one was around and started muttering, muttering so hard that she couldn't hear what she was saying. Ji Shancheng looked at Mei Zhenyi with questioning eyes, and Mei Zhenyi nodded to him, which meant that - just do as discussed just now.

Ji Shancheng stepped forward and said, "Mom, please go and rest. If you continue like this, you will treat your child unfilial."

He said without raising his eyelids: "Didn't I say it? Don't bother me if you have nothing to do, you will hit the immortal."

Ji Shancheng said again: "Mom, please go and rest. If you continue like this, you will treat your child unfilial." It is still the same sentence as before.

This time the old lady simply ignored him, but Ji Shancheng did not give up. He said the exact same words seven or eight times in a row. The old lady finally became impatient and opened her eyes and turned her head, "Shancheng, are you annoying? I am apologizing to the immortals. You are disrespectful!"

At this time, Mei Zhenyi, who was standing beside him, smiled: "Old man, your son is for your own good, but he only called you less than ten times and you will be annoyed. Think about the immortal you respected. You have been talking about him here for seven days. If the immortal really can hear him, you will not annoy him to death?...Do you always think about it, is that right?"

This sentence stunned the old lady. She thought for a long time before asking: "What this young master said makes sense, then what should you do if you say you are old?"
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