One year, the winter had just arrived, and the cold was overwhelming. Li Bai, who lived in the quarry, often went to a hotel on the street to buy wine and drink. The store was run by a rich man named Lu, and people called him Boss Lu. Don't look at the friendly face of this boss Lu, but he is ruthless in his bones! The bartenders (the hotel buddies) used by his family were all so tired that they hunched over, and in the end they were all kicked out of the door by him.

That day, Li Bai walked into the hotel again. Boss Lu, who was lying in the chair, twisted his beard, squinted his eyes, and looked at Li Bai with a smile, thinking that this poor poet had left Kyoto for a few years, and the money he brought might be almost spent. Remember, Li Bai's first time entering the store, he greeted him with a smile, and he would come and go often in the future. He estimated that he would not be able to squeeze much oil and water, and his face became uglier and uglier every time. He hinted that the bartender should ignore Li Bai, but the bartender was enthusiastic about pouring wine for Li Bai: before leaving, he also poured a big pot of fine wine for Li Bai. This time, nothing can be cheap for Li Bai. He stood up and paced to Li Bai's side. "The eaves of the small shop are too low, and the wine pool is too shallow. It can't stand the Hanlin ( Hanlin Academy was set up in the early Tang Dynasty to gather some literary talents to serve the imperial court.) such a big wine jug!"

Li Bai knew that the money he had given him last time was enough to buy a few drinks. Now that he saw Boss Lu's appearance, he didn't want to argue with him, so he took out the last ingot of silver from his arms and threw it on the counter, "Pa"! Boss Lu's eyes were stunned, and the dark clouds on his face immediately dissipated, and a smile appeared: "I didn't expect Li Hanlin to have so much wine money." He turned around and told the bartender: "Quick, find my lord's money!"

Li Bai waved his sleeves: "Forget it, don't look for it, come back next time!" Boss Lu narrowed his eyes into slits and kept saying: "Yes, yes!"

The next day at dusk, Li Bai came again, and the bartender filled him with a pot of wine. On the third and fourth day, Li Bai made a daily trip, and Boss Lu was very impatient. He calculated that the money Li Bai had left behind would be almost a month later, so he used eloquence to send the bartender and secretly add water to Li Baijiu's pot.

Li Bai took a few sips, felt that the taste was not strong, and said nothing. Every time he came in the future, Boss Lu always pretended to be very enthusiastic and poured wine for Li Bai himself, but secretly doubled the water. Day after day, Li Bai acted as if nothing had happened. Later, Boss Lu simply filled Li Bai with a pot full of cold water. Li Bai thought it was wine, so he happily returned to the boat, picked up the pot and poured it into the glass, smelled it, but it didn't taste right; took a sip, and spit it out "bah"! At a glance, he realized that it was turbid and muddy river water. He was so angry that he wanted to reason with the owner. Thinking again, he didn't talk to such a person! This is the only hotel in the quarry area. Ask him for alms, let alone! Even in front of the emperor, Li Bai did not want to be inferior, let alone to such a villain who had a heart for money!

Deeper into the night, he fell asleep unsteadily; he wanted to write some poems, but he couldn't. For many years, wine has formed an insoluble bond with him. After a pot of wine, he temporarily forgot his sorrow; he saw the world of fog clearly. But now, in this desolate quarry, there is no wine that can relieve his boredom! "Li Bai's Hundred Poems of Wine," without wine, he can't write poems. He sighed, listening to the sound of raindrops dripping under the eaves, his heart was about to break.

One day, he was wandering on the river bank and passed by a hut. An old man with white 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 there dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on. The old man said with tears in his eyes: "My surname is Ji, and my hometown is Youzhou. That year, there was a famine, and my wife and I took our children up the mountain to peel tree bark. Suddenly, two big white tigers appeared and rushed up and ate my wife, and my child and I were terrified. Thanks to Mr Wandering there, he flew an arrow and killed two tigers in a row, and my father and son survived."

Li Bai suddenly remembered when he heard it, and quickly helped the old man and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

The old man said, "For many years, in order to repay the kindness, I have been secretly following you. Except when you were in Kyoto, I couldn't enter the palace. From Jinling to Luzhou, from Xuancheng to quarrying, I have been by your side, fishing and collecting firewood."

Hearing this, Li Bai's eyes filled with tears. He grabbed the old man's hand, shook it, and asked affectionately, "Child?"

The old man pointed casually: "Here, I'm helping in the hotel."

Li Bai was about to tell the old man about Boss Lu's use of water as wine, when the old man interrupted him: "I have heard the child's story. What can't that person do?!" After saying that, he took out a large jar of wine from the room, "Come, immortal, please drink happily!" The old man patted his chest, "In the future, all the wine you drink will be covered by me, the old man!"

Li Bai was so happy that he didn't know what to do, and the alcohol addiction that he had been holding back for many days rushed out at once. He couldn't wait for the old man to take the dishes, pick up the cup and drink them all. Drink, drink, drink. He narrowed his eyes and stumbled to the "Lianbi Terrace" outside the door, asking someone to take a pen; the old man knew that Li Bai Shixing was here, and rushed to the pen, ink and paper prepared on the courier. Li Bai looked at the billowing river in the distance. The bloody sunset, lifted the pen, and waved it:

Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed eastward to this return.

Green mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and a solitary sail comes from the sun.

The old man stretched out his trembling hand, picked up the still dry cursive script, ran back to the hut, and respectfully pasted it on the wall.

From then on, this ordinary hut became lively. Passers-by, firewood collectors, and fishermen all wanted to come in and see the poems on the walls. Some copied them, some carried them on their backs, and they passed them on for ten, ten for a hundred. Some even came all the way to appreciate the 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 only wrote such a good poem after drinking the wine I made!"

Hearing this, people from all over the country competed to come here, sit down and drink two cups, savor the intoxicating wine, and appreciate the artistic conception created by the poet… I don't know when the old man opened a hotel, day and night, in addition to brewing wine for Li Bai, he also used hard work to wash away the dust for passengers along the way.

From then on, the store number of "Taijiu Home" was lit up.

Boss Lu heard that the old man surnamed Ji had excellent brewing skills and a prosperous business. He was unhappy. In addition, the bartender also went to Taijiu's house, which caused his hotel to be left out in the cold, and there were fewer and fewer guests, so he was angry that he bragged and stared at him. Thinking about it, there was no way, so he had to ask the servant to hold a few big ingots and bring two jars of fine wine to visit Li Bai by the river in person, with the purpose of asking him to write a poem for himself and support the facade.

Li Bai saw the purpose of this boss Lu at a glance and waved his hand at him: "Your wine pool is too shallow to withstand me drinking!" After saying that, he raised his hand and asked the boatman to drive the boat. He saw a little penny, and the boat gently left the river bank and sailed towards the river center.

Boss Lu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and shouted with a hoarse throat, "Immortal, stop, you have something to say, it's easy to say!" After running a few steps, he tripped over a stone and fell to the beach with a "plump" sound.

Soon, the Lu Family Hotel closed, while Old Man Ji's "Taijiu Family" business was booming day by day.

A year later, the old man unfortunately passed away, and Li Bai was inconsolable. He spilled wine into the Yangtze River, cried for three days and nights, and wrote a poem in memory of the old man.

In the yellow spring of Ji Sou, there should also be an old spring.

There is no Li Bai on the night platform, who is selling wine?

It can be seen how deep the friendship between Li Bai and the old man of winemaking is!

For thousands of years, along the river, many large and small hotels have always used "Taijiujia" and "Taibai Legacy" as their store numbers, written on cloth and picked under the porch in front of the door, showing their true feelings for the great poet Li Bai.