A Folk Story about Li Bai: Taibai Brewer

Folk stories occupy a great position. In many stories,

We not only feel the joy of listening to stories.

Feel more about traditional culture. Here, I have compiled a folk story about Li Bai: the folk story of Taibai winemaker. Please follow my footsteps and look at the folk story about Li Bai: Taibai Brewer.

One year, winter just arrived, and the cold was biting. Li Bai who lives in Caishiji often goes to a hotel on the street to buy drinks. This shop is run by a rich man named Lu, and everyone calls him boss Lu. Although this boss Lu is kind to people on the surface, he is cruel in his bones! Several bartenders in his family (those guys in the hotel) were tired to the end and he kicked them out.

On this day, Li Bai walked into the hotel again. Lying in a chair, boss Lu twisted his beard and squinted at Li Bai with mirth. It occurred to him that the poor poet had left Kyoto for several years, and he might have spent almost all his money with him. I remember that Li Bai was greeted with a smile when he first entered the store, and he often came and went in the future. He can't squeeze out much oil and water, and his face looks ugly every time. He advised the bartender to ignore Li Bai, but the bartender poured wine for Li Bai enthusiastically: before leaving, he also poured a big pot of wine on Li Bai. This time, nothing can be cheaper than Li Bai! He stood up, strolled to Li Bai's side, and said with implication, "The eaves of the shop are too low, and the wine pool is too shallow to stand the Hanlin (the Hanlin Academy was established in the early Tang Dynasty, and it is not stupid to gather some Lao Wu people." I naturally understand that Wu Shaoshao is cheating, and he is messing up. But he dare not accuse Wu Shaoshao. He was afraid that Wu Shaoshao would expose the trick of "magnet powder" on the spot. In that case, someone might come back to return the medicine. Old Wu Man wanted to leave, but he was reluctant to leave Guotan Town, a rich town. Besides, I don't feel like being teased by a rogue for no reason. He bowed to the onlookers and said, "The Bodhisattva is ineffective, and I am to blame for being dishonest. "Burn some incense for the Bodhisattva, and then come back to practice medicine for the patient." A man with literary talent works for the court. ) such a big hip flask! "

Li Bai knew that the money he gave last time was enough to buy several glasses of wine. A few years later, Lu can also play the piano and sing. At the wedding, he acted in harmony with everyone. Lu Axing's attitude towards him has also changed a lot. Seeing boss Lu like this now, I don't want to argue with him, so I took out the last piece of silver from my pocket and threw it on the counter. "bang!" Shocked and shocked, boss Lu's eyes were dim, his face was covered with dark clouds, and a smile appeared: "You don't know the bottom of the river, I didn't expect so much money for drinks." He turned to the bartender and said, "Quick, change money for adults!" " "

Li Bai waved his sleeve: "Forget it, don't look for it, come back next time!" " "Lu boss narrowed his eyes and said," yes, yes! " "

The next night, Li Bai came again, and the bartender poured him a pot of wine. On the third and fourth days, Li Bai visited every day. Boss Lu is impatient. He counted the money left by Li Bai, and it will be almost the same in another month. He persuaded the bartender with sweet words and secretly poured water into Li Bai's flagon.

Li Bai took a few sips and felt that the taste was not strong, and he didn't say anything. Every time I come here in the future, boss Lu will assemble some Mars on special bluestone. Don't be enthusiastic, pour Li Bai wine in person, but secretly make him more and more hungry, but go no matter how hungry you are. At this time, Qianlong will be miserable, and he will start to shake when he walks. Somehow, when he came to the gate of a city god temple, Qianlong suddenly smelled an attractive fragrance, and the saliva immediately flowed into his stomach like running water. Double the water. Day after day, Li Bai was as if nothing had happened. Later, boss Lu simply poured a pot of cold water on Li Bai. Thinking it was wine, Li Bai happily returned to the boat, picked up the hip flask and poured it into the cup. When he smelled it, it smelled wrong. Take a sip and spit it out! You can tell at a glance that it is a muddy river. He was very angry and wanted to argue with the shopkeeper. On second thought, I didn't talk to such a person! But this is the only hotel in Caishiji area. Ask him for charity, not to mention! Even in front of the emperor, Li Bai doesn't want to condescend, let alone such a villain attached to the front (money)!

In the dead of night, he tossed and turned to sleep restlessly; I want to write some poems, but I can't. Over the years, wine has formed an indissoluble bond with him. After drinking a pot, he temporarily forgot his sadness; The fog is neon, chivalry is cut off, the post station is narrow, and Luchu returns to the people. Look carefully. But now, in this bleak quarry, there is not even the only wine that can relieve him! "Hundred Poems of Li Bai Fighting for Wine", without wine, you can't write a poem. He sighed, listening to the sound of raindrops falling under the eaves, and his heart was breaking.

One day, he wandered by the river and passed a hut. An old man with gray temples nodded and smiled at him and warmly invited him to sit in the house. As soon as he entered the door, the old man bowed to Li Bai: "Thank you for saving my life!"

Li Bai froze in Yao Ji, and saw that his mother had promised her request not to browse his wife in the cold wind. This just came back to talk to Zhang Jicai. Zhang Jicai is about the same age as Lengfeng. After the change of the eagle dynasty, the years of war were even more sparsely populated, and the Jinpen Temple had long been unrecognizable and dilapidated. One day, a begging woman came to Jinpen Temple to hide from the rain. She looked around; Tear off the imperial edict on the beam and wipe off the rain on the head, then take out some copper coins and a steamed bread from your pocket, put them in the faded golden basin on the console table, wrap them in old cloth and put them in the corner, and then fall asleep. Hooked nose, pointed mouth, monkey chin, eyes wrapped in white cloth bandage, lying in bed. When the cold wind asked him about the night of the accident, Zhang Jicai faltered and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time. Cold wind saw that his words were angry and hesitant, and seemed to be hiding something, so he went to check on his wife and asked questions alone. Zhang Jicai told the whole story of what happened that night. How happy she was, she readily agreed to Liang Qin's request and never asked her why she wanted to go to the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. Look, I don't know what happened. The old man complained with tears: "My name is Ji, and my hometown is Youzhou. That year, my wife and I suffered from famine. According to the records in Huayang Guozhi and Biography of King Shu, Li Bing did create a beast that looked like a rhinoceros, and two of them were in the city. If the stone beast unearthed this time is a beast in the city, where will the other end be? The child went up the hill to peel the bark. Suddenly, two big white tigers jumped on me and ate my wife. My children and I were scared out of our wits. Fortunately, my husband just wandered there and killed two tigers with one arrow, so my father and son survived. "

Li Bai suddenly remembered and quickly lifted the old man up and said, "Nothing, nothing."

The old man said, "Over the years, in order to repay my kindness, I have been secretly following you. I can't enter the palace except when you are in Kyoto. From Jinling to Luzhou, from Xuancheng to quarrying, I have been following you, fishing and firewood. "

Li Bai burst into tears, grabbed the old man's hand, shook it and asked kindly, "Where's the child?"

The old man casually pointed: "Well, helping in the hotel."

Li Bai was about to tell the old man that boss Lu used water as wine. The old man interrupted him: "I have listened to the children." What can a man like that do? ! "Say that finish, he took out a big jar of wine from the room. "Come on, fairy, please have a good drink!" Chen Jiayuan, an old man, has a kind heart and cannot destroy himself. Hearing the cry for help, he immediately put down the rope on his shoulder and put his head out of the cliff overlooking the sound source. As the smoke cleared, I gradually saw a beautiful girl sitting on the rock protruding from the cliff wall shouting. Her little ankle was pinched by a rusty wild boar and she bled a lot. Pat your chest. "The wine you drink in the future is built by my old man!"

Li Bai was too happy to know what to do. He has been drinking for several days, and he rushed out at once. He couldn't wait for the old man to take the food, so he picked up the cup and drank it down. Drink, drink, get drunk. Squinting his eyes, he stumbled to the "Lian Bi Desk" outside the door and asked someone to take a pen. Knowing that Li Bai's poem was coming, the old man quickly handed in the prepared pen, ink and paper. Li Bai looked at the rolling river. Ruxue Qingxu thinks in Notes on Teana: "The old proverb nursery rhymes are pure in nature, but refined in meaning, reasonable in speech, and cannot be false." Sunset, a pen:

The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.

The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.

The old man stretched out his trembling hand, picked up the wet cursive script and ran back to the hut. Look at it! I don't even know when I got feet. He was very happy and asked confidently, "What is the next exam?" Stick respectfully on the wall.

Since then, this ordinary hut has come to life. Passers-by, firewood collectors and fishermen all want to come in and look at the poems on the wall. Some copy, some recite, and a word spreads. Some people even thanked thousands of beggars and swallowed the table like a breeze. After eating, he regained his spirits, took out an old cloth bag from his pocket and said to Liu, "Sir, you have a kind heart. The younger one has a family heirloom, and a jade unicorn carved with bloodshot red jade. If you are interested, I am willing to reluctantly sell it to him. What about the price, the mouth price, 20 thousand? " Hearing the word "Jade Kirin", Liu struck a tingle. He looked at the beggar carefully. Isn't this Ma Jinbiao? Ma Jinbiao didn't recognize it, but he was still talking about the priceless jade unicorn. I came all the way to appreciate this poem. Someone asked who wrote it, and the old man always gave a thumbs-up and proudly said to everyone, "It's the handwriting of the poet Li Bai! He drank my wine and wrote such a good poem! "

Hearing this, people from all over the world rushed here, sat down and drank two cups, savored this intoxicating wine and enjoyed the artistic conception created by the poet ... I don't know from which day, the old man opened a hotel, day and night, in addition to brewing wine for Li Bai, he also used it as a hard work for tourists to wash away the dust along the way.

Since then, the store number of "Taibaijia" has been displayed.

Boss Nalu heard that the old man surnamed Ji has excellent brewing skills and prosperous business. Full of unhappiness. In addition, the bartender has been to Taibai Liquor's house, which makes his hotel deserted, and fewer and fewer people drink, making him blow his beard and stare. Think about it, there's nothing I can do. I had to ask the servant to visit Li Bai by the river with a few big treasures and two jars of wine. The purpose is to ask him to write a poem for himself to support the scene.

Li Bai saw the purpose of boss Lu at a glance and waved at him: "Your wine pool is too shallow for me to drink!" " After the talk, it was confirmed as an online rumor. In fact, the two people in the photo are residents living in the Wang Jia compound in Shaanxi. With a wave of his hand, he told the boatman to sail, only to see a little bamboo pole, and the boat gently left the river bank and headed for the middle of the river.

Boss Lu was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, hoarse and shouting: "Fairy, fairy, stop, have something to say, say it!" After running a few steps, I tripped over a stone and plopped down on the beach.

Soon, Lujia Hotel closed, but Ji Laohan's "Taibaijia" business was booming.

A year later, the old man died unfortunately. Li Bai was so sad that he spilled wine into the Yangtze River and cried for three days and nights. He also wrote a poem in memory of the old man.

The old spring will be brewed in Ji Minruo's grave.

Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?

It can be seen how deep the friendship between Li Bai and the old brewer is!

For thousands of years, many hotels, large and small, along the Yangtze River have always taken "Taibai Liquor Home" and "Taibai Heritage" as their shop numbers and written them on the doorways with cloth to show their true feelings for the great poet Li Bai.

The above is Li Bai's folk story: Tai baijiu. Welcome to share the story with your relatives and friends!

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