qsma empire

6: Please don't be funny at such a solemn moment

The first time is always so unforgettable.
Du Lin once thought that the place where he lived in the countryside should be the worst and worst place in his life. Every day in addition to work is work, often exhausted to the point of falling asleep directly on the bed. The uncleaned bedroom exudes a faint smell of feet and sweat three hundred and sixty-five days a year, and the sisters and sisters are reluctant to come in after they come here once.
But in this room of only 30 square meters, there were actually 20 people crowded! Not to mention the smell of sweat and feet, there is another kind of smell that can't be said, but it exudes some kind of strong smell that can cause hormone changes in the human body. The yellow and black walls are covered with posters of some women's red fruits, and these posters are always covered with all kinds of yellow watermarks.
The toilet is just outside the bedroom door, and the suffocating smell of urine and the smell of a country manure pit rising from the sewer always fills the bedroom between opening and closing.
Lying on the bed that felt wet, the thin quilt in his hands was covered with putty ash, and exuded a foul stench. Doolin curled up, preferring to be frozen, rather than covering the apparently terrible quilt.
This one also slept very solidly. In the middle of the night, he seemed to no longer be afraid of warmth, and went back home to lie on his bed.
When he woke up the next day, he realized where the warmth came from—the black quilt had already been covered by him. After losing his subjective thoughts, the subconscious of the creatures could always find a better way for the creatures. The right thing to protect yourself from harm, hypothermia.
He pushed the quilt away with disgust. There was no place to wash up. A group of people crowded together and walked to the station platform. The first shipment in the morning started.
The things carried are not much different from yesterday's, and they are still very familiar. Inside the wooden bracket is a tightly packaged box. When walking and shaking, you can vaguely feel the liquid shaking inside, and occasionally there is the sound of glass colliding.
"What's in here?" Doolin held Graff's arm and asked, "It seems to be all water."
"Water?" Graf gave Doolin a disdainful glance, "Do you understand that there are banknotes in here? Banknotes!" After a while, he whispered: "Don't talk about it, it's full of heights. liquor."
Du Lin was stunned for a moment. When he was about to ask questions, Graff glared at him and swallowed what he wanted to say.
There are some legal provisions in the imperial law regarding the brewing, transportation and sales of alcohol, which clearly stipulate that high-quality alcohol is strictly brewed anywhere. According to the law, the alcohol content of all grain-based alcoholic beverages cannot exceed 9%, and the alcohol content of wine cannot exceed 13%. Even if it exceeds the contraband, it needs to be destroyed, and the brewing manufacturer also needs to be punished.
The reason for such a law is said to be because all alcoholic beverages are considered to be full of demonic breath in the theocracy, so clergy and believers are prohibited from drinking them. At the beginning, the empire did not recognize the interpretation of alcohol and beverages in the theocratic law. Later, because the three princes of the empire drank too much and spewed black liquid and died soon after, this law was passed.
Since then, high alcohol has become a contraband.
If you want to ask what is the most profitable business in the world, you can understand it by reading a law book. The Empire officially banned the brewing and sale of high-strength alcohol, but instead made high-strength alcohol a best-selling product. In addition, the post-war society is still in a state of depression and sluggishness, and more people need something that can numb themselves as soon as possible, and high alcohol is a good choice.
It is forbidden to produce and sell high-alcohol liquor on the bright side, but in order to satisfy the banknotes, many places are produced and sold in half-light and half-dark, and even steam locomotives are used for transportation! Almost all the goods on the road every night are high alcohol, which will be transported by steam locomotives and railways to the country for sale, making huge profits.
There is a phrase people make up in the market, called "the closer you are to the devil, the fuller your pockets", which refers to the profits brought by high alcohol consumption.
Before dawn, while carrying the goods, Doolin was thinking about the high alcohol. From the world in the dream, he learned that wine can be distilled to obtain high-purity alcohol, and then blended with spices and a certain proportion of water, it becomes a high-level spirit. He didn't know what it felt like to drink those things called baijiu, but he could vaguely guess the taste of those things from other people's faces.
This morning's work, he was a little absent-minded.
When it was time to eat at noon, he dragged Graff to the railroad outside the restaurant, looked around, and asked, "Graff, we are brothers, right?"
Graff patted his chest, "Of course, brother!"
"Very good, bro, can you tell me how much the high liquor is worth? I mean a bottle, like the ones in the box we moved in the morning.", Dohring stroked, he needs to have one By comparing, you will be able to know whether you will make money by doing so.
Graff looked big and a little stupid - no smart person would put a bit of chili powder in a cigarette, but he did.
But he's definitely smarter than he appears to be, and when Dooling asked the question, he instantly became alert, "What? You want to buy a bottle? Listen to me, a rookie like you for a month. With income, at most you can buy a bottle."
"It's so expensive?" Du Lin gasped, knowing that he can earn at least five yuan this month, which means that a bottle of wine is equal to his monthly income? The flame that had been extinguished in his heart was ignited again, causing his body to tremble slightly. Damn it, damn it! Are you tired every day like an old dog that is only worth the price of a bottle of wine? Damn it!
Looking at Doolin's somewhat crazy eyes, Graf pulled him hard, "What's the matter with you?"
Du Lin was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses. After all, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy. Even if he dreamed about the life of a big man, he still couldn't hide what was in his heart. He tried hard to tighten the muscles on his face, but he finally laughed, "I'm fine, don't worry, I've never felt better than I do now!"
"By the way, can you tell me how much a bottle of low-alcohol wine is?"
Graff looked around, dragged Doolin and walked a little further, and squatted in the grass with him, "Damn, I'm sure you know how you can get money, you are Are you going to use high alcohol to mix water for sale? Don't think about this stupid method, you will lose money. A bottle of low alcohol is only 60 points, and the better ones are only 80 to 90 points. If you mix high alcohol with water Absolutely lose money."
Doolin looked at Graff with a strange expression that changed and changed. After a while, he let out a breath and asked, "Can I trust you?"
Graff took out a ten-centimeter knife from somewhere in the lower back, and Doolin almost ran away in fright. He grabbed the edge of the knife in his palm, held it tightly, and then pulled the knife out. . Blood poured out from his hands like a water pump in an instant, but there was no discoloration on his face. Then, he grabbed Doolin's hand tightly, and opened a hole in his palm, "Are you a Gualt?"
Doolin nodded. He was a Gualt. Guarts accounted for almost 15% of the total population in the entire empire. At least that's what the official statistics report of the empire said.
"Then your father must not have told you about the traditions of our Gualts. When we hold blood in our hands, it is the most solemn moment in our life!", saying that he cut his hand with Du Lin's severed hands were held together fiercely, "This is a ceremony of our Gualts. Whether it is allegiance or friendship, we will be blessed and supervised by everyone and the gods!"
"Now, you can trust me. If I betray you one day, I will be punished by the gods, and so will you!"
Doolin looked at the clasped hands and didn't speak for a long time. Graff became anxious and touched him, "What are you thinking about?"
"I..." Du Lin had some grievances on his face, "My hands are numb, am I going to die? I bleed so much!!"