The first time is always so unforgettable.

    Once Du Lin thought that the place where he lived in the countryside should be the worst and worst place in his life. The feeling of six brothers crowded together can definitely make people feel elated. In addition to working every day, I often fall into bed and sleep. The bedroom that has not been cleaned emits a faint smell of feet and sweat 365 days a year. My sisters are reluctant to come in after they have come once.

    But in this room with only more than 30 square meters, there are twenty people! Not to mention the smell of sweat and feet, there is another kind that can''t be said, but it emits a strong smell that can cause hormone changes in the human body. The yellow and black walls are covered with posters of women''s red fruits. These posters are always one by one, full of all kinds of yellow watermarks.

    The toilet is just outside the bedroom door. The suffocating smell of urine and the smell rising from the sewer are similar to those in the country fertilizer pit. It always fills the whole bedroom between the door and the door.

    Lying on the wet bed, the thin quilt in his hand was covered with a layer of putty and gave off a bad smell. Turin curled up and was willing to be frozen rather than build the obviously terrible quilt.

    This one also slept very steadily. In the middle of the night, he seemed to be no longer afraid of warmth and returned home to lie in his own bed.

    When he got up the next day, he realized where the warmth came from - the black quilt had been covered by him. After losing his subjective thought, the biological subconscious can always find more suitable things for the creatures to avoid being hurt by low temperature.

    He pushed the quilt away with disgusting. There was no place to wash. A group of people crowded together to the station platform. The first cargo in the morning began.

    The things carried are not much different from yesterday''s, and they are very familiar. Inside the wooden support is a tightly packed box. When walking and shaking, you can vaguely feel the shaking liquid inside, and occasionally there is the sound of glass collision.

    "What''s in here?" asked Dooling, holding Graf''s arm. "It seems to be all water."

    "Water?", Graff glanced at Turin disdainfully. "There are all banknotes in it, okay? Banknotes!" after a while, he whispered, "don''t talk about it everywhere, it''s full of high alcohol."

    Durin was stunned. When he was just about to ask, Graf stared at him and swallowed what he wanted to say.

    There are some legal provisions in the imperial law on the brewing, transportation and sales of wine, which explicitly stipulates that high alcohol can be brewed anywhere. According to the law, the alcohol content of all grain alcoholic beverages shall not exceed 9%, and the alcohol content of wine shall not exceed 13%. Even if the contraband is exceeded, it needs to be destroyed, and the brewing manufacturer also needs to be punished.

    The reason for such a law is said to be that in the theocracy law, all alcoholic drinks are considered to be full of demonic smell, so clergy and believers are prohibited from drinking. At the beginning, the Empire did not recognize the interpretation of drinks in the theocracy law. Later, the law was passed because the three princes of the Empire drank too much and spewed out black liquid and died soon.

    Since then, high alcohol has become a contraband.

    If you want to ask what is the most profitable and fastest business in the world, you can understand it by reading law books. Imperial officials banned the brewing and sale of high alcohol, but made high alcohol a best-selling product. In addition, the post-war changing society is still in a low and depressed state. More people need to be able to anesthetize their own things as soon as possible, and high alcohol is a good choice.

    The production and sale of high alcohol on the surface is prohibited, but in order to satisfy people''s money, many places are producing and selling in half light and half dark, and even transported by steam locomotive! Almost all the goods on the way every night are high alcohol. These wines will be transported to the whole country by steam locomotive and railway for sales and earn huge profits.

    There is a phrase made up by people in the market, which is called "the closer you are to the devil, the fuller your pocket", which refers to the profits brought by high alcohol.

    Before dawn, Dooling was carrying the goods and thinking about high alcohol. From the dream world, he learned that wine can be distilled to obtain high-purity alcohol, and then it becomes a high spirit when blending spices and a certain proportion of water. He did not know what it was like to drink in Baijiu, but he could guess the taste of those things from other people''s faces.

    He was a little absent-minded in his work this morning.

    At lunch, he pulled Graf to the railway outside the restaurant, looked around and asked, "Graf, we are brothers, aren''t we?"

    Graff patted himself on the chest. "Of course, brother!"

    "Good, brother, can you tell me how much high alcohol is worth? I mean, a bottle, just like those wine bottles in the box we carried at dawn in the morning." Dooling drew a stroke. He needed a comparison to know whether he would make money.

    Graf looked big and stupid - no smart man would put a little chili noodles in his cigarette, but he did it.

    But he was definitely much smarter than he showed. When durin asked this question, he immediately became alert, "what? Do you want to buy a bottle? Listen to me, a rookie like you can buy a bottle at most with a month''s income."

    "So expensive?", Dooling took a breath. You know, he can earn at least five yuan this month, that is, a bottle of wine is equal to his monthly income? The flame that had been extinguished in his heart was ignited again, and his body trembled slightly. Damn it, damn it! I''m tired like an old dog every day. Can I only value the price of a bottle of wine? damn!

    Looking at Turin''s crazy eyes, Graf pulled him hard, "what''s the matter with you?"

    Du Lin was stunned and recovered. After all, he was only a 16-year-old boy. Even if he dreamed of a big man''s life, he still couldn''t hide what was in his heart. He tried hard to tighten the muscles on his face, and finally smiled, "I''m fine. Don''t worry, I''ve never felt so good as now!"

    "By the way, can you tell me how much a bottle of low alcohol wine is?"

    Graff looked around, took Turin further, pressed him and squatted in the grass with him, "Damn it, I''m sure you know what you can do to make money. Are you going to sell it with high alcohol mixed with water? Don''t think about this stupid way. You''ll lose money. A bottle of low alcohol wine only costs 60 points, and a better one only costs 80 to 90 points. If you use high alcohol mixed with water, you''ll definitely lose money."

    Turin looked at Graf with a strange expression that changed again and again. After a while, he breathed out and asked, "can I trust you?"

    Graff took out a knife of more than ten centimeters from the back of his waist. He was so scared that Turin almost ran away. He clutched the edge of the knife in the palm of his hand, grabbed it hard, and then pulled out the knife. Blood gushed out of his hand like a water pump in an instant, but his face didn''t change color at all. Then he grabbed Turin''s hand tightly, and then looked at him The palm of my hand also opened a hole, "are you a guart?"

    Durin nodded. He was a guart. Guarts accounted for almost 15% of the total population in the whole empire, at least according to the official statistical report of the Empire.

    "Then your father must have not told you the tradition of our gualt people. When we hold blood in our hands, it is the most solemn moment in our life!" he said. He firmly held the cut hand in his palm with the cut hand in Turin''s palm, "This is the ceremony of our gualt people. Whether it is loyalty or friendship, it will be blessed and supervised by all people and gods!"

    "Now, you can trust me. If I betray you one day, I will be punished by the gods, and so will you!"

    Durin looked at his two clenched hands and didn''t speak for a long time. Graf got up in a hurry and touched him. "What are you still thinking about?"

    "I..." there was some grievance on Du Lin''s face. "I''m numb. Will I die? I''ve shed so much blood!!"