"Come, call Brother Shengyi, remove the word behind it......"

After placing the rabbit on top of the fire pit, Fang Yi sat on Master's rocking chair, shrugged his nose, and said comfortably: "If it sounds good, I will take out the precious monkey wine for you to taste, if you are not sincere, I will enjoy it myself......

"Monkey wine, Fang Yi, you still have monkey wine?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, the fat man stood up directly, and his huge body rushed towards Fang Yi, shouting with a sad face: "You told me three years ago that the wine was gone, dare you kid hide it?"

"Hey, it's hard, right? How many times have you beaten me since I was a child?"

Don't look at the fat man's weight of two hundred catties, but in front of Fang Yi, it is still not enough to see, and he didn't see how Fang Yi moved, and he didn't even stand up with his body, so he pinned one of the fat man's hands to his back, and the fat man in pain screamed in pain.

"Brother Yi, I'...... Am I wrong?"

The fat man, who knew Fang Yi's temper very hard, tried very hard to smile his fat face into a chrysanthemum shape, and said: "In the future, you will be my brother, you say that I will never go west, you say that I will never chase chickens when you pick up dogs, this is always okay, right?"

"It's almost ......" Fang Yi let go of his hand and said: "That monkey wine is what I have made myself in the past few years, the previous wine is long gone, you kid dare to wronged me again, you don't want to drink this wine......"

Speaking of monkey wine, this is a secret between Fang Yi and the fat man and his master.

When Fang Yi was seven or eight years old, the surrounding cities were still in the primitive stage of the development of Fang Mountain, and there was a group of monkeys growing not far from the Taoist temple, about fifty or sixty monkeys, Fang Yi had watched these monkeys grow up almost since he was a child, and the vigilance of the monkeys against him was also very low.

Fang Yi's master was afraid that the monkeys would hurt Fang Yi, so he rarely let Fang Yi come into contact with the monkeys, but seven or eight-year-old children were generally very stubborn, and the old Taoist priest didn't look at them, so Fang Yi sneaked to the place where the monkeys were and played with those monkeys.

Although the old Taoist priest knew about this, he didn't bother to ask when he saw that the monkeys didn't hurt Fang Yi.

But one day Fang Yi went to play with the monkeys, but he didn't return late at night, and after the worried old Taoist priest forcibly broke in and dispersed the monkeys, he found that Fang Yi, who was only ** years old, fainted under a big tree, and was actually full of alcohol.

The old Taoist priest was born in the Tongzhi period of the Qing Dynasty, and he was already a hundred years old, and there was almost nothing in this world that he had not seen.

The so-called monkey wine refers to the monkeys in the mountains picking a hundred fruits in the tree holes, at the beginning to store the wintering food, but if there is no shortage of wintering food in the season, the monkeys will forget that they have stored a hole of fruits, and then this hole of fruits will gradually ferment, and then make a hole of fruit wine.

The conditions for the formation of monkey wine are very harsh, and the empty trees selected by the monkeys are used to store the fruits, which must be enough to ensure that the fruits do not rot in winter.

This kind of wild brewing, it is a coincidence, the real monkey wine is worth a thousand gold, the old Taoist priest has traveled south and north all his life, and he has only tasted the real monkey wine on Mount Emei, but he did not expect to meet it on Fang Mountain.

When carrying Fang Yi back to the Taoist temple, the old Taoist priest also had a pot of monkey wine in his hand, he understood the truth of drying up and fishing, so he just took a gourd of wine, and then covered up the hole in the tree.

The degree of monkey wine is not very high, and it is fruit wine, so Fang Yi and the fat man will steal some from time to time, and the old Taoist priest also turns a blind eye, because even the monkey wine he drank later was stolen back by Fang Yi.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, with the transformation of the city under the mountain, the pure land of Fangshan has also been affected, and the monkeys that originally inhabited here have disappeared in five years, even with the monkey wine, and the last bit left was poured into the stomach by Fang Yi's master, the old Taoist priest, before he died.

However, in the past few years since the death of the master, Fang Yi has nothing to do, and he has made use of the tree hole abandoned by the monkeys, and every time the fruit tree is ripe, he will throw some into it.

"Hey, it's okay to brew it yourself, Brother Yi, you sit and rest, I'll roast this rabbit first......" Hearing the monkey wine, the fat man suddenly had a flattering smile on his face, and he almost didn't help Fang Yi to cross his legs and beat his back, and ran to the house with a fart, and when he came out, he was already holding oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in his hand.

The fat man has loved to eat since he was a child, although when he was a child, each family did not have much money, but there were many wild things on Fang Mountain, Fang Yi was responsible for catching the next set, and the fat man was responsible for roasting, and every time the two of them ate with a mouthful of oil.

After a while, the rabbit, which weighed four or five pounds, was roasted, and a smell of meat filled the entire backyard, tearing off the fattest hind leg, and the fat man handed it to Fang Yi, and said with a sneer: "Do you taste it......?"

"Wait, I'll get ......"

Fang Yi was not too hot, tore off a piece of rabbit meat and stuffed it into his mouth, jumped up and walked into the room, when he came out, his left hand was already carrying a gourd slightly larger than a palm, and the aroma of wine was already wafting out through the lid.

"It's really the taste of monkey wine...... the fat man showed a look of surprise on his face, snatched the wine gourd, pulled out the lid of the gourd and drank it to his mouth, and the eyes that were not big immediately narrowed.

"Good wine, good wine......"

The fat man smacked his mouth, and when he was still unsatisfied with drinking again, he was snatched of the wine gourd by Fang Yi, and said angrily: "I have brewed such a little in three years, and today I have three sips per person, no one wants to drink more......

Winemaking must be fermented, the monkey wine brewed by the previous monkey group, I don't know how many years of fermentation it took, before it left a little root, but Fang Yi was re-brewed, just such a gourd wine, I don't know how much energy it took him, so he was naturally reluctant to let the fat man drink more.

"Three mouthfuls are three mouthfuls ......"

The fat man tore off half of the rabbit and took a bite, stretched out his hand to Fang Yi again, and said vaguely: "Fat master, I have also drunk a lot of good wine when I go south and north, so what Moutai Wuliangye is worse than this monkey wine, I don't know how many times worse......"

"Moutai?" Fang Yi said when he heard this: "Have you drunk Moutai wine?" Master said that it was a first-class good wine, what kind of taste did it taste when I came down ......the mountain?"

Following a drunkard master, Fang Yi's ability to learn is not to mention, but the amount of wine is practiced, on weekdays, he drinks all the grain wine brewed by the old way, the degree is more than 50 degrees, and he has heard the master count the world's good wine, this Moutai is ranked first.

"I ...... I've smelled it, but I've never drunk it......"

Hearing Fang Yi ask himself about the taste of Moutai, the fat man's fat face turned red rarely, he went to Shanghai to work in the past six months, doing the work of a security guard, which is 800 yuan a month, where can he afford to drink Moutai.

However, the fat man did smell the smell of Moutai, and it was a recent thing, just three days ago, the fat man was attentively helping a property owner in the community where he worked to carry things, but he didn't think about accidentally knocking the owner's two bottles of Moutai on the ground, although he smelled the wine, but the job was also lost.

"Cut, so you kid is bragging......"

Fang Yi knew himself very well about the little man who grew up together in open crotch pants, and he understood it as soon as he saw the look on the fat man's face, he dared to love that he had never drunk Moutai at all, as for Wuliangye or something, it was estimated that the fat man had only smelled it.

"Isn't it Moutai, what's the big deal, wait for the fat man and I will have money in the future, buy two bottles at a time, drink one bottle and pour one bottle......" The fat man showed an angry look on his face, obviously very angry about being fired for knocking over two bottles of wine.

"That's right, in the future, our brothers will drink Moutai every day, well, this rabbit meat will also be eaten every day......"

As the saying goes, half the size eats the poor, a rabbit is only enough for the fat man and Fang Yi to stuff between their teeth, and after a few minutes of hard work, there are only a few bones left in the hands of the two of them who can't find a trace of meat crumbs, if it weren't for the fat man who brought five or six steamed buns, the two of them are afraid that they won't even be able to fill their stomachs.

"Fang Yi, it's not so easy to mix outside, I've been mixing fat man for several years, and I can only smoke a pack of cigarettes for four yuan a ......"

His eyes reluctantly moved from the wine gourd in Fang Yi's hand to the side, the fat man took out a pack of red plum cigarettes from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth skillfully, and after lighting the fire, he lay down on Fang Yi's rocking chair and took a beautiful puff.

"Forget about drinking, why did you kid learn to smoke?" Fang Yi slapped the fat man angrily, he likes wine but never smokes, and Fang Yi remembers that the fat man didn't seem to smoke before.

"I was depressed, so I smoked ......"

The fat man sighed and said: "Fang Yi, people like me, except for the resume of being a soldier, have no other strengths, and can only work as a security guard when they go to a big city, do you know, others call us security guards, and no one can afford our ......."

Speaking of the fat man is also a wonder, when he was fifteen years old, he was sent to the army through the back door by Lao Tzu, who was the secretary of the village branch, and originally expected him to be able to raise a cadre in the army to show off his ancestors, but he didn't think that the fat man actually worked as a cook in the army.

Although it is said that there is no distinction between high and low in revolutionary work, it is impossible to stop the fat man from loving to eat, and in the past three years in the army, the fat man has also made up for all the food he has eaten since he was a child, so his figure has changed from slightly fat to huge fat, and he has grown fifty or sixty pounds of meat in three years.

The cook soldier doesn't look at his figure, the fat man actually had the opportunity to turn into a volunteer soldier, but after he secretly stewed the old hen of the newly transferred regimental political commissar's family to drink the soup, this wish was completely in vain, and he could only retire home in a huff.

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