Seeing Zhang Zheng in an instant, Wang Yumei's pain was relieved, and Yu Lao said: "Mr. Xiao Zhang, just now when everyone said that you are a hero in the world, a military commander, a martial arts master, a poetry wizard and a superb man, I still had reservations, but after seeing your real person, I completely believed it." ”

"Why? As the saying goes, it's better to be famous than to meet, and to know a bastard when you meet? After meeting, should the impression be worse? Zhang Zheng said.

"Haha! I said Mr. Zhang, you are so funny, I have lived this age, why haven't I heard such a saying? Yu Lao was amused by Zhang Zheng's witty words.

"I suggest two more for Mr. Zhang, the big philanthropist and the Xinglinqi people." Wang Yumei said.

"Sister, forget it, those things are all false, it's better to drink and eat food to be real. Elder Li, Elder Yu, I salute your two seniors with a glass of wine to express my little heart as a latecomer in the poetry world. Zhang Zheng said.

"I said Xiao Zhang, you helped us solve the financial problem and provided us with such a high-end banquet, we should thank you well, right?" Li Lao said.

"Since I'm a poetry lover, then we should be considered a family, as the saying goes, a family doesn't speak two words, this little favor is just a gesture, it's nothing." Zhang Zheng said.

"Well said, we're family. You are our Dongshan Poetry Circle, no, it should be the pride of our Chinese Poetry Circle, I now formally invite you to join the Chinese Writers Association and participate in the activities of the Writers Association, what do you think? Li Ji said to Zhang Zheng.

"Thank you Mr. Li and everyone for your love, due to various reasons, I estimate that I will not be able to participate in this activity for a long time, so I am not ready to participate for the time being. However, after I've been busy for a while, I'll consider Elder Li's suggestion. Zhang Zheng politely declined Mr. Li's invitation.

"Okay, then I'll wait for your news." Li Lao said.

"Elder Li, Elder Yu, seniors, we can't just stand and talk, come on, toast to our encounter and our friendship!" After Zhang Zheng and everyone clinked glasses one by one, they drank the wine in the cup very chicly.

"Good! Cheers to friendship! ”

"Xiao Zhang, this wine is mellow and fragrant, does it seem to have a bit of Moutai style?" Elder Li asked.

"Li Lao not only fights devils, but also writes articles very well, and his wine tasting skills are really good. Don't hide it from Mr. Li, this is my collection of 68-year-old Moutai. Zhang Zheng introduced.

"Ahh Is there really such a long history of Moutai? The old man was an eye-opener today. Li Lao said.

"Elder Li, it seems that you are also a person who understands wine and is good at wine, since this is the case, let's drink a few more glasses. According to what I know, it is very difficult to come across this shop after this village. Zhang Zheng said.

"That's natural, I won't let go of such a rare opportunity. Mr. Zhang, I will now borrow flowers to offer Buddha to you and your friends. Li Lao said, tilted his neck, and poured a glass of white wine into his mouth.

"Elder Li, your health is not good, it is not suitable to drink like this." Following him, Li Yun, the secretary who was in charge of taking care of him, reminded.

"Mellow and plump, with a long aftertaste, endless, full of aroma, good wine! What a rare wine! Li Lao didn't pay attention to Xiao Li's reminder, and just sighed to himself there.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Li is not in good health, you see ......"

"I said Secretary Li, don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen, besides, this wine is a 68-year-old Moutai, after the precipitation of history, the harmful substances have been gone, and the harm to the body is already very small." Zhang Zheng said to Li Yun.

Li Ji, formerly known as Li Zhen, is a native of Henan and a famous poet. In 1937, he entered Yan'an Kang University to study, and the following year joined Huaxia**, served as an instructor of the Eighth Route Army, and was an authentic old revolutionary.

After the liberation, he served as the editor-in-chief of "Yellow River Literature and Art", the editor-in-chief of "Popular", a member of the Huaxia Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and is currently the vice chairman of the Huaxia Writers Association, and the editor-in-chief of the "Poetry Magazine" magazine.

He wrote a large number of poems in his lifetime, which established his prominent position in the Chinese poetry circle.

During the "Cultural Revolution", he was beaten into the "cowshed", criticized, censored, and engaged in heavy manual labor, which seriously damaged his health.

However, meeting Zhang Zheng, the best perverted young man, made him feel very good, especially when he met this rare wine god, which made him drink happily, and he couldn't help but hold the wine bottle and pour himself a drink.

"I said Xiao Zhang, how did you get such a precious wine, as far as I know, it doesn't seem to have appeared in China." Li Lao asked as he drank.

"Li Lao is right, this wine was produced in 1911, that is, the year of the outbreak of the Xinhai Revolution, after the change of dynasties, foreign invasions, and civil strife, this batch of wine is impossible in China." Zhang Zheng said.