Angry

In the art of brewing wine, the recipe is like a person's bones, experience is the flesh under the skin, and likes and dislikes are the soul.

There are recipes in this world, but it is hard to find a good teacher.

It is far from enough to just have a recipe and occupy the geographical advantage. Xia Shang only knows the method but rarely practices, so the recipe is useless.

Qin Huairou had planned it long ago, and originally intended to meet with the old masters who used to follow the Xia family alone today. He hoped to ask them to work for the Xia family again.

Knowing the arrangement of his wife, Xia Shang postponed today's teaching and decided to personally visit the brewing masters who had worked for his family for many years.

After the decline of the Xia family, the brewing masters who used to work in the Xia family all went home to be unemployed, and their lives were not good.

These days, the lowest social status is technical workers, whether it is a brewing master or a carpenter, blacksmith, gardener... No matter how good their skills are, they get very little pay, and their status is only one level higher than that of a family slave who signed a contract to sell himself.

If they want to make a living, they either have to ensure that there is a steady stream of private work, or they rely on wealthy families and do some technical work for a certain family.

Just like the masters who have worked in the Xia family for decades, without the support of the Xia family, their lives will fall apart. Although they have the Xia family recipe in their hands, they do not make private wine, because the Xia family winery has been nominated for confiscation, and if they still make Xia family wine, they are afraid of being implicated.

The masters now have all their skills but dare not use them to make money. They don't have much savings, so how can they live a stable life?

This is what Qin Huairou told Xia Shang. Knowing all of this, Xia Shang is very confident about this trip. As long as he can pull up the old Xia family team, the new Xia family wine will surely lead to a trend.

Zhong Bo drove a carriage to send Xia Shang to Yangzhou City. Before leaving home, Qin Huairou also gave Xia Shang a booklet, which indicated the current residence of the winemakers who used to work in the Xia family. It won't take long to visit each family according to the above.

When they got off the carriage at the city gate, Zhong Bo tied up the horse and comforted Xia Shang cheerfully: "Young Master, don't worry. Those masters are very grateful to the Xia family. As long as you go to their door in person to invite them, they will be grateful and stay in the Xia family to revive the family tradition."

Xia Shang said, walked two steps and looked back: "Zhong Bo, why don't we go into the city together? I have almost forgotten those masters. If you don't remind them, I am afraid they will be offended."

Now that he has money, Zhong Bo didn't say much. He found an idle person at the city gate, gave him a few copper coins to take care of the horses, and then went into the city with Xia Shang.

Not far from the city is my sister's residence. I haven't seen her for a long time. I don't know if she is doing well.

It was also a matter of convenience. Xia Shang stood outside his sister's courtyard. Zhong Bo stepped forward and shouted: "Miss! Miss!"

No one answered after calling for a long time, but there was a ping-pong sound in the yard, as if someone was smashing things.

"Master... this..."

Zhong Bo turned around to see what Xia Shang meant.

What could Xia Shang mean? When he realized something was wrong, he kicked the gate open.

It had been only about half a month since he last left this place. Not long after, when he saw the courtyard again, he found it was even more desolate than last time. There were countless dead branches and leaves piled on the ground, and they were not cleaned up. The planted flowers and plants died completely. Only a few old trees were still alive, but their barks were covered by dust, like yellow mud and stone strips with strange shapes.

Xia Shang chased three or two steps into the court, and heard a man's voice coming from deep in the courtyard:

"You poor woman! Where did you hide the money? If you don't hand over the silver and money to me, I will beat you to pieces!"

Following the voice, Xia Shang rushed over, but he didn't see the man who was talking, but saw Xia Xinyi standing outside the door in dishevel.

There was no response from her, she just kept wiping her tears.

Xia Shang didn't know what happened because they were too far away. He was about to ask when he saw a round stool flying out of the room opposite Xia Xinyi and hitting her chest squarely, making her step back seven or eight steps.

Fortunately, the chair was not a solid wood chair, but a rattan woven soft stool, otherwise it would not be as simple as stepping back a few steps.

After stepping back, Xia Xinyi bent down painfully, paused for a few seconds before catching her breath, raised her head again, and still didn't say a word!

Xia Xinyi could tolerate it, but Xia Shang couldn't!

The previous scene directly ignited Xia Shang's anger, and he was immediately furious.

Who cares who is in the room!

Xia Shang rushed in in three steps, and saw a man in a straight robe and a square scarf on his head rummaging around in the house. There were not many ornaments in the house, but they were still scattered around the house.

How could this scene feel like home? It was just a run-down house that was about to be demolished.

"Stop it!"

Xia Shang shouted and grabbed the collar of the man in the house.

The other party looked back and was about to speak, but he didn't expect the man who grabbed him to be unreasonable. Before he could say a word, he was hit by a fist as hard as granite! The upper and lower teeth were split open in an instant, and blood came out!

Although Xia Shang didn't know martial arts, he had a strange true energy in his body that even Liu Xun was afraid of. His punch was not as good as that of a martial artist, but it was much more powerful than that of an ordinary vagrant. The other person's clothes should be a scholar. His body, which could not withstand wind and rain, was almost broken by Xia Shang's blow.

The guy in the room felt dizzy, his lips were numb as if he had eaten two pounds of pepper, and his mouth was full of broken teeth, which felt like dried beans exposed to the sun. He couldn't spit it out or swallow it. He felt dizzy and felt that he had lost his soul.

This punch was not the end. Xia Shang kicked the man in the crotch. His soft balls were probably deformed by the kick. He fell to the ground and shrank on the ground like a fish out of water. There was blood and white foam in his mouth, and his eyes were rolled back. It was shocking.

Xia Xinyi rushed into the room and jumped up and down when she saw the scene in front of her: "Don't hit him! He is my husband who I haven't seen for a long time!"

"I'm going to hit this guy!"

After that, he kicked the man's butt hard again, kicking him several meters away.

Still not calming down, he pointed at the coward like a shrimp and said, "You weakling, what's the point of hitting a woman? You can hit her if you want, but you hit my woman from the Xia family. Don't you know how much you weigh? I..."

Seeing that the young master was about to attack again, the guy on the ground was already struggling. Zhong Bo was afraid that someone would die, so he quickly stopped the young master.

"Young master, stop hitting, someone will die!"

"Brother! Don't hit him, hit me if you want!"

Xia Xinyi cried and grabbed Xia Shang's hand, desperately pulling Xia Shang back. The center of her eyebrows on her pale face was already dark blue, and it was unknown whether she was beaten or she was so anxious that she couldn't breathe.

Xia Shang was depressed. His sister used to be a nagging and greedy little woman. She only saw herself taking advantage, and never thought about others.

But this time, she did it for her useless husband...

"Are you mentally deficient? Look at how bad this family has become? And you're still on his side?"

Xia Xinyi glanced at the man wailing in the corner, and she burst into tears and grief: "Who told me to be his wife? Who told him to be my husband? Without him, I can't close my eyes even if I die!"