The story of Li Bai and Taibai winemaker

This year, winter has just arrived, and it is already chilly. Li Bai lives in Caishiji, and he often goes to the hotel on the street to sell wine. This hotel is run by a rich man named Lu. People call him Boss Lu. Although this boss Lu is kind to people on the surface, he is cruel in his bones. He was twirling beads in his hand and chanting Amitabha, but he was always thinking about how to exploit others. Several bartenders in his family were so tired that they bowed their backs and were finally kicked out by him.

On this day, Li Bai came to the hotel to sell wine again. Boss Lu was lying in a chair, twisting his beard, looking at Li Bai with glee, thinking: This poor scholar has been away from Kyoto for several years, and he probably spent almost all his money with him. When Li Bai first entered the store, he was greeted with a smiling face. Later, he often came and went. He can't squeeze out much oil and water, and his face looks ugly every time. He hinted that the bartender ignored Li Bai, but the bartender poured Li Bai wine enthusiastically and poured a big pot of fine wine on Li Bai before leaving. This time, nothing can be cheaper than Li Bai. He stood up, strolled behind Li Bai, and said with implication, "The eaves of the small shop are too low, and the wine pool is too shallow to accommodate a big hip flask like Hanlin!"

Li Bai knows that the money he gave last time was enough to sell several times. Now that I see boss Lu, I don't want to argue with him. He took the last piece of silver from his pocket and threw it on the counter. An earthquake "pa" made boss Lu's eyes light up, and the dark clouds immediately dissipated, and a smile appeared. He said: "I didn't expect Li Hanlin to have so much money for drinks." He turned to the bartender and said, "Come on, sell wine to adults and give them change!" " "

Li Bai waved his sleeve and said, "Forget it, come again next time!" " Boss Lu squinted 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. Master Lu is very impatient. He calculated the silver ingot left by Li Bai, and another month was almost the same. He persuaded the bartender with sweet words and secretly poured water into Li Bai's flagon.

Li Bai took a few sips, but said nothing. In the future, every time Li Bai came, Mr. Lu cheerfully assembled the wine and poured it for Li Bai himself, but secretly added twice as much water. As the days passed, Li Bai was as if nothing had happened. Later, boss Lu simply poured a pot of river water for Li Bai.

Li Bai thought it was wine. When passing the wooden bridge, several urchins threw stones at the river, and a stone flew to Li Bai. He was startled and quickly put his arm around the hip flask: "Oh, don't knock my hip flask over!" " "With a few urchins laughed. Arriving at the boat, Li Bai 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 so angry that he wanted to talk to boss Lu. On second thought, there is nothing to talk about with such people. Alas, there is only one hotel in Caishiji area. Ask him for charity, no! Even in front of the emperor's master, Li Bai never condescends, not to mention such a villain who puts money before him!

In the dead of night, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He wants to write some poems, but he can't. Over the years, wine has formed an indissoluble bond with him. After drinking a pot of wine, he can temporarily forget the sorrow and see the foggy world clearly. 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.

The next day, Li Bai passed by 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 down to Li Bai: "Thank you for saving the life!"

Li Bai stood still, wondering what had happened. The old man complained with tears: "My name is Ji, and my hometown is Youzhou. There was a famine that year, and my wife and I took our children up the mountain to peel bark. Suddenly, two big white-eyed tigers appeared and ate my wife. My children and I were scared out of our wits. Fortunately, Sir, you happened to be playing there. You hit two tigers with one arrow, and my father and son were able to survive. "

Li Bai suddenly realized that he quickly helped the old man up and said, "Nothing, nothing."

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

Li Bai burst into tears, grabbed the old man's hand and asked kindly, "Where are the children?"

The old man casually pointed and said, "Well, help in the hotel."

Li Bai was about to tell the old man that boss Lu used water as wine. The old man interrupted him and said, "I have listened to the children." This kind of person who only sees money can do anything. " After that, he took out a big jar of wine from his room and said to Li Bai, "Come, benefactor, drink as much as you like!" " "The old man patted his chest and said," From now on, I will pay for all the wine you drink! " "

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 bring out the food, so he picked up the cup and drank it down. Drink, drink, you're drunk. Squinting his eyes, he stumbled to the "wall platform" outside the door and asked someone to take a pen; Knowing that Li Bai's poems were very popular, the old man quickly handed over the prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Looking at the rolling river, like a bloody sunset, Li Bai took a pen and waved it:

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 hands, picked up the cursive script with wet ink, ran back to the hut and respectfully stuck it 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, one spread to ten, and ten spread to hundreds. Someone came to Wan Li to enjoy this poem. When someone asked who wrote it, the old man always gave a thumbs-up and proudly said to everyone, "It was written by the immortal Li Bai. He drank my wine and wrote such a good poem! "

Hearing this, people from all over the world rushed to come, just sat down and drank two cups, savoring this intoxicating wine and enjoying the artistic conception created by the poet ... I don't know from which day, the old man opened a hotel, making wine for Li Bai day and night, and washing away the dust all the way with sweet wine.

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

As the saying goes, "peers are enemies." The boss Lu heard that the white-haired old man surnamed Ji had excellent brewing technology, prosperous business and full of unhappiness. In addition, the bartender would rather pay half a year than go to Taibai's house, which made his hotel look cold and made him blow his beard and stare. There was nothing he could do, so he had to ask his family to hold a few big ingots and two jars of wine, and personally visit Li Bai by the river, hoping to ask him to write a poem to support himself.

Li Bai saw the purpose of boss Lu at a glance and waved to him: "Your wine pool is too shallow for me to drink!" " With a wave of his hand, he told the boatman to sail, and the boat gently left the river bank and headed for the center of the river. With the singing of Li Bai, his tall figure gradually melted into the afterglow of the sunset.

Boss Lu was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Fairy, fairy, stop talking!" 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, and Li Bai was heartbroken. He spilled wine into the Yangtze River and cried for three days and nights. He also wrote a poem mourning 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 Legacy" as store numbers, written with strips of cloth, and picked them under the eaves in front of the door to show their memory of the great poet Li Bai.

Li Bai, a great poet, was bold by nature and left the dust. Integrity, contempt for power. His famous sentence: "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to a powerful person solemnly? I can't be happy" fully embodies this distinctive personality. He is good at making honest friends and hates treacherous people. In this legend, the contempt for boss Lu and the deep affection for the old man who makes wine are vivid portraiture!