After a lively celebration, when it was time to go to the bridal chamber that night, Luo Yonggang, with his exceptional experience, pulled out five or six young men from the roof, under the bed, and in the wardrobe to eavesdrop on the newlyweds.

Luo Yonggang grabbed them by the back of the neck and kicked them all out the door, laughing and cursing, "You little rascals, you hid in pretty good places! Too bad I've hidden in all those places before."

This action infuriated the young men, who shouted indignantly, "You're listening to us?! Why can't we listen to you?!"

Listening to the newlyweds' private conversations in their bridal chamber is something that is then used to make fun of them.

It's like someone once overheard a bride say, "Oh dear, you've stepped on my hair!" and then ran out of the closet laughing. For the next year, every time he saw a bride, he would say, "Oh dear, you've stepped on my hair!" making the bride blush with laughter.

Luo Yonggang got married late and had overheard gossip from almost all his friends. To avoid being "retaliated against," he was extra careful when it came to his own marriage, not wanting anyone to take advantage of him.

Nothing happened that night. After getting up in the morning, Li Xiangdong took a stroll in the yard and happened to run into his aunt Bai Yufeng carrying firewood into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

"Auntie!"

Li Xiangdong greeted everyone in a particularly loud voice.

"Why--"

Bai Yufeng agreed with exceptionally crispness. She was overjoyed to finally marry the person she had loved for so many years.

Because they had seen each other often before the wedding, and she wasn't a shy or timid person, everyone got along easily and comfortably on the first day the bride entered the house, just like always.

After a major event, Li Xiangdong and Kong Dezhu reached an agreement: the villagers would cut the Da Hong Pao tea leaves and deliver them to the Luo family's courtyard for one cent per kilogram.

Li Xiangdong had only one requirement: the fruit must be cut off from the stem with scissors without damaging the peel.

Since there was money to be made and Li Xiangdong's requests were always strange, Kong Dezhu didn't ask him what he wanted to do anymore.

Taking advantage of the absence of farm work, all the villagers of Liangbo Brigade, regardless of age or gender, went up the mountain to pick Da Hong Pao tea.

In the end, they harvested a total of over 50,000 jin (25,000 kg). At one cent per jin, that's over 500 yuan. Kong Dezhu's face beamed like a radiant chrysanthemum.

The Luo family's courtyard was filled with baskets of bright red oranges, which looked especially festive and beautiful!

Now Li Xiangdong is the god of wealth for Liangbo Brigade. Wherever he goes, there are smiling faces and people speaking to him in a friendly tone that is slightly ingratiating.

Even Li Jiabao and others received the same preferential treatment; after all, they were the sister-in-law of the God of Wealth, so of course they had to be treated well.

So, baskets of winter bamboo shoots, pairs of wild rabbits, colorful pheasants, wild fruits growing on the mountain, frost-covered jujubes, and bitter chinaberry were all delivered to the Luo family.

"It's nothing special, just letting the kids try it out!"

They spoke with such sincerity that Li Xiangdong was deeply moved.

They only made a little money off him, but everyone acted as if they owed him a huge favor, wanting to offer him all the good things in the world.

Li Xiangdong ate a string of jujubes and chatted with the old man who gave them the jujubes, "Uncle An, are there any springs or anything like that in our mountains?"

Uncle An took a puff of his pipe and said, "Of course we have plenty of water. We don't have much else on the mountain."

Luo Hongkai chimed in, "The source of all those streams on the mountain is a spring."

"Are there any springs with sweeter water?"

He had drunk the water from the mountain stream; it was indeed quite refreshing and delicious, but it didn't meet Li Xiangdong's expectations.

Why look for a spring with clear, sweet water?

This story begins with Luyi Yongjiu. Li Xiangdong was reluctant to share his brewing secrets with the production team. He wanted to wait until the policies were relaxed before building his own winery.

Firstly, the recipe for Lvyi Yongjiu is a family heirloom of the Zhang family, and the eldest sister and niece Zhang Huan should have contributed to it. Secondly, good wine requires good water, and the river water in Lijiapo simply cannot produce good Lvyi Yongjiu.

In his past life, after drinking Luyi Yongjiu from Henan Province, a connoisseur commented, "It's a bit lacking in the water; it's too hard and not smooth enough."

This connoisseur is quite knowledgeable about wine. He once told a legend that this Green Eternal Wine was originally brewed by a winemaker who returned to his hometown in his old age. It uses red knotweed from Henan Province as yeast and mountain spring water from western Sichuan. The resulting wine is smooth and sweet, with both northern and southern characteristics, making it unique.

So, the wine made with water from the mountains of Henan Province just doesn't taste right!

These mountains are different from one another; one is graceful and delicate, the other rugged and imposing. The springs flowing from these mountains also have their own unique characteristics, resulting in different tastes in the wines brewed from them.

In brewing, sorghum, wheat, water, and the microbial community during the brewing process are all crucial factors that affect the taste of the liquor.

Just like Moutai liquor, even if it's made by the same winemakers from the Moutai distillery, using the authentic Moutai brewing techniques, technology, and production equipment, and even the soil and stones used to build the cellars are transported from Moutai Town, the resulting liquor is still not Moutai liquor.

Luo Hongkai pondered for a moment, "There aren't any particularly sweet springs, are there..."

Uncle An suddenly slapped his thigh, "There really is one!"

Li Xiangdong's eyes lit up instantly, "Where? Where?"

...

Logically speaking, it's winter now, and although the mountains in western Sichuan are green everywhere, this green is a rather stiff and dull green.

Uncle An led Li Xiangdong and the others a long way, to a mountain valley deep in Phoenix Ridge, where Li Xiangdong's eyes suddenly lit up!

What catches the eye is a vibrant, lively, and full-life green, centered around an exceptionally lush patch of fine grass, with all the surrounding plants looking fresh and vibrant.

"Look, that's it. Last time I chased a whole flock of musk deer here and found a spring. The water there was really sweet."

Uncle An pointed to the spring and said to Li Xiangdong.

Li Xiangdong walked closer and took a closer look. He saw clear water gushing out from the grass. He bent down, scooped up a handful of spring water, and took a sip. It was sweet and refreshing!

The most amazing thing is that the air here seems warmer than in other places.

"Could it be a hot spring?"

It doesn't look like it!

He had just drunk from the spring water, and it was indeed cold.

Could there be a hot spring hidden underground?

Li Xiangdong felt that the continuous green mountains in western Sichuan were truly full of treasures.

Uncle An also scooped up a handful of spring water and drank it. "What use do you have for this spring water?"

Li Xiangdong smiled and said, "I want to get more spring water and transport it back with Da Hong Pao tea to make tea."

Uncle An said, "Your Great Plains have everything, except for this mountain spring water. Transport more back; I'll have my sons help you this afternoon!"

As the group was talking, a commotion suddenly broke out in the woods.