A short article about Li Bai's bitter drinking.

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 people call him boss Lu. Although this boss Lu is kind to people on the surface, he is cruel in his bones! Several bartenders (hotel buddies) in his family were so tired that he finally kicked them out.

On this day, Li Bai walked into the hotel again. Boss Lu was lying in a chair, twisting his beard and squinting, and looked 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 smiles when he first entered the store, and he often came and went later. He probably can't squeeze out much oil and water, and his face looks ugly every time. He advised the bartender to ignore 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. I can't stand the big hip flask like Hanlin (Hanlin Academy was set up in the early Tang Dynasty to gather some literary talents to serve the imperial court. )! "

Li Bai knows that the money he gave last time was enough to buy several drinks. Now seeing the appearance of boss Lu, 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!" Boss Lu's eyes were shattered, and his face was covered with dark clouds, showing a smile: "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, "Come on, give me your change!" "

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 evening, Li Bai came again, and the bartender poured him a pot of wine. On the third and fourth days, Li Bai came every day. Boss Lu is impatient. He counted the remaining money of Li Bai, and it was almost a month, so he sweet-talked the bartender away and secretly poured water into Li Bai's flagon.

Li Bai took a few sips, but said nothing. Every time he comes here, boss Lu cheerfully assembles the wine and fills it for Li Bai himself, but secretly adds twice as much water. Day after day, Li Bai casually poured a pot of cold water. Later, boss Lu thought it was wine, happily returned to the boat, picked up the hip flask and poured it into the cup. When he heard it, it tasted wrong. Take a sip and spit it out! You can tell at a glance that it is a muddy river. He is very angry and wants to talk to the shopkeeper. On second thought, he didn't talk to such a person! But this is the only hotel in Caishiji area. Begging him for charity is worse! 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 of wine, he temporarily forgot his sorrow; 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 falling rain 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 stood still, wondering what had happened. The old man complained tearfully: "My name is Ji, and my hometown is Youzhou. That year, my wife and I took our children up the mountain to peel bark. Suddenly, two white-fronted tigers jumped up and ate my wife. My children and I were scared out of our wits. Fortunately, my husband just roamed 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 do? " ! "Then he took out a big jar of wine from the room." Come, fairy, please have a good drink! "The old man patted his chest." I'll cover all the drinks you drink in the future! " "

Li Bai was too happy to know what to do. He had been drinking for several days, and suddenly he rushed out. He couldn't wait to take the old man's food, picked up the cup and gulped it down. He drank, drank and got 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. Like a bloody sunset, he raised his pen and waved it:

Tianmen breaks the Chu River, and Higashi Shimizu flows.

The green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, and the sails come alone.

The old man reached out his trembling hand, picked up the wet cursive script, ran back to the hut and respectfully stuck it on the wall.

Since then, this ordinary hut has been full of excitement. Passers-by, firewood collectors and fishermen all want to come in and look at the poems on the wall. Some copied, some recited, and some came from afar to appreciate the poem. Someone asked who wrote it, and the old man always gave a thumbs-up and proudly said, "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 and made wine for Li Bai day and night, washing away the dust all the way with the hard work of a passer-by.

Since then, Taibai's shop number has been displayed.

The boss Lu heard that this old man surnamed Ji has excellent brewing skills and a prosperous business. He is full of unhappiness. In addition, the bartender went to Taibai Liquor House, which caused his hotel to be left out in the cold, and fewer and fewer people drank. He blew his beard and glared with anger. After much reasoning, he had no choice but to ask his servant to personally visit Li Bai by the river with several big gold ingots and two jars of wine, in order to ask him to write a poem for himself and support himself.

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!" " With a wave of his hand, he told the boatman to sail, only to see a small bamboo pole. 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 day by day.