The towering Tiannan Mountain.

Mu Zhengyang walked around the mountain with a medicine basket on his back for a long time. He found the fruit of cardamom in a wet and cold ravine. He found a white lilac on the mountain south of the second peak. He cut a small piece of green thatch on the side of the wet stream. He collected more than half of the auxiliary materials for Dongpo Yin Sixiang.

However, the key sandalwood was almost cut down during the Ming and Qing dynasties. Currently, it is mostly imported from India, Thailand, Malaysia and other places. Even though Tiannan Mountain has the reputation of a natural medicine warehouse, the probability of finding natural sandalwood is very small.

Mu Zhengyang did not find sandalwood. This was expected. He was not disappointed in his heart. He also accidentally discovered more than a dozen wild osmanthus trees.

Integrity in the golden autumn season.

More than a dozen wild osmanthus trees are full of yellow and white flowers, and a few colorful birds are parked at the treetops and chirping. The mountain wind wandering in the forest is also dyed with the fragrant fragrance of osmanthus, which can be smelled from afar.

Mu Zhengyang remembered Yang Wanli's "Ode to Osmanthus", "It's not a species on earth, it moves from the moon. The fragrance of Guanghan is a little fragrant, and it blows the whole mountain."

Among the wine recipes deduced from the "Beishan Wine Classic", the core raw material of "Osmanthus Wine" is osmanthus.

"Sandalwood can be seen but not sought. Dongpo's scent is far away when he hears the fragrance. Let's make a pot of 'ointree wine' first!"

Mu Zhengyang did whatever he wanted in the mountains, and did whatever he thought of, so he collected half a basket of osmanthus flowers from the tree.

Back at Wangriya Nanshan Academy, he began to prepare for brewing osmanthus wine.

Mu Zhengyang was inspired by the fragrance scores and added several collected spices that can be used as medicine when brewing osmanthus wine.

the next day.

The osmanthus wine is made and the fragrance spreads for ten miles.

The villagers of Zhangshu Village under the cliff all smelled the faint fragrance of osmanthus, but it was the time when the golden osmanthus was fragrant, and no one carefully investigated it.

"The name 'Osmanthus wine' is too vulgar, so let's just say 'Autumn Wind Come'!"

The "Autumn Wind" made of osmanthus is sticky and sweet. Mu Zhengyang sat in the yard while reading "Quan Cao" while drinking "Autumn Wind" with a small cup.

at this time.

An old man and a middle-aged monk wearing a yellow monk's robe were walking on the road from Zhangshu Village to Wangri Cliff in Tiannan Mountain. The old man was Zhao Yushi who came to visit yesterday, while the middle-aged monk was Yuantong, the host of Jinyu Lake Damen Temple in Tieshan, Xizhong County.

Yuantong walks on the mountain road like a flat ground, but in addition to being the host of the Jinyu Lake Damen Temple in Tieshan, he is also a strong player in the calligraphy world in Ze'an City. He even has the reputation of being the number one in running script in Ze'an City. In the entire Hanjiang Province, no one can match his position except for a few big shots in the calligraphy world.

Zhao Yushi took two photos of Mu Zhengyang's "Bamboo and Stone" with his mobile phone yesterday. After returning home, he posted it in the WeChat group of Ze'an Calligraphers Association. After Yuantong saw the "Drinking" written by Mu Zhengyang, he forced to come and take a look. Zhao Kangping, Qiu Dingli, Wang Ligang, Wu Jianguo and others were all busy with work and had no time to accompany Zhao Yushi into the mountain to find Mu Zhengyang again, and he also had a happy person like Yuantong to accompany him.

"There seems to be a smell of osmanthus wine in the air!" Yuantong sniffed.

"It's true that Mr. Mu is a master of winemaking. He must be the one who is brewing wine, but we are still at the foot of the mountain, but we can smell the fragrance of wine. When we go up the mountain, how fragrant will it be?"

Zhao Yushi also took a big mouthful and said with a look of joy on his face.

"Haha, when you go up the mountain, you must ask for a drink!" Yuantong touched her stomach and said with a smile.

"Let's go!"

The fragrance of wine came from the mountain, indicating that Mu Zhengyang was most likely at home, and Zhao Yushi was full of energy.

Nanshan Academy.

Mu Zhengyang was drinking glass by cup in the yard. The osmanthus wine "Autumn Wind" adhered to Mu Zhengyang's usual style. It was only a dozen degrees without distillation and purification, and there was no intoxicating feeling at the entrance.

According to legend, Li Bai's drinking this wine has become a hundred poems, so literati have always been to Chang'an and drink osmanthus thick wine.

Some students want to be poets, and every time they go to the hotel to drink a lot and look for inspiration, but they get drunk after eating three bowls, and they are incoherent and do not know the way home.

Mu Zhengyang drank a little too much, and felt a little bit overwhelmed. He also had the urge to write. He spread a piece of snow-white rice paper flat on the long table, and dipped his pen in ink and wrote a poem by Li Bai's "About Wine".

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns. Don't you see, the mirror in the high hall is sad and the white hair is like green hair, and the evening turns into snow. Life is full of joy, don't let the golden cup be empty against the moon. I am born with my ingredient, and I will come again after all the gold is gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and I need to drink three hundred cups at a time. Master Cen, Danqiu, you will be born with wine, don't stop the cup..."

After finishing my work, I threw my brush out of the academy.

Zhao Yushi and Yuantong had just walked outside the gate of Nanshan Academy when an unknown object suddenly flew out of the academy.

Yuantong quickly stretched out and held the unknown object firmly in his hand, but a few drops of ink on the tip of the pen were thrown onto his bare forehead.

"Haha, Master Yuantong, your posture is quite handsome, but our country abolished the practice of quitting scars in the 1980s!" Zhao Yushi joked.

"The speed is too fast and I can't see clearly, who knows it's a pen..." Yuantong said awkwardly.

Mu Zhengyang heard the sound outside and opened the door of the academy. He saw the old man he rescued in Tiekou Lane that day, and a monk holding a few ink dots on the head of the brush in his hand. He recognized at a glance that the pen was the one he had just thrown away.

"That... I'm really sorry, there is almost no one on the mountain for many years. I didn't expect that such a coincidence would happen."

When Mu Zhengyang saw the monk's appearance, he immediately understood what had happened just now and said to Yuantong with apology.

"It's okay, it's okay, are you just practicing calligraphy?" Yuantong asked happily, breathing the almost substantial aroma of wine in the air with big mouthfuls.

"Which are you writing nonsense, are you here to find me?"

Mu Zhengyang heard that the old man was the father of Xizhong County County, but he refused their banquet at the beginning. At this time, the old man brought a monk up the mountain.

"I've seen you. I'm the one you saved in Tiekou Lane. I wanted to invite you to dinner and thank you in person. Unfortunately, I didn't do it without my son. Yesterday we went up the mountain together, but we couldn't see Mr. Mu. Today we finally saw you! These are a few calligraphy and paintings I have collected, and I'll give them to Mr. Mu to express my gratitude!"

Zhao Yushi had originally planned to give Mu Zhengyang a few of his own masterpieces, but after seeing the words written by Mu Zhengyang yesterday, it was difficult to take out his own masterpieces, so he brought several famous calligraphy and paintings he had collected over the years.
Chapter completed!