There were empty glasses on the table, and the old man took back the blue and white porcelain wine jug from the owner of the hall and poured three glasses of wine. He said to the hall owner sincerely: "I offended a lot just now, Qi Bo, I will punish myself with three cups." ”

It turned out that his name was Ziber.

I only listened to the three sounds of "goo", "goo" and "goo", and the three cups were empty.

One cup was too little, three cups was too much, and Qi Bo's stomach burned like fire, and his internal organs were blazing. After a while, he let out a long breath: "This wine is full of stamina, and it really deserves its reputation!" Qi Bo finally had a sense of awe for the wine of the town shop.

The owner of the hall finally spoke: "There will be only one family in the wine, and there is no other semicolon." ”

"It's a pity that I worked hard to come from the people on the ridge, but I ran in vain." Qi Bo thought about the peerless wine in the wine pool on Chang'an Street more than 1,200 years ago.

Qi Bo's words were thrown into the heart of the hall owner like a boulder, stirring up monstrous waves.

The shopkeeper of the wine pool is none other than the ancestor of the owner. The wine pond wheel battle is an ancient secret of the owner's family. Right now, this old man who seems to have come out of the sky is talking about the little-known wine pool wheel battle vividly, how can the owner not be shocked?

Qi Bo lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said meaningfully: "According to legend, the shopkeeper of the wine pool once followed the footsteps of the poet Li Bai when he was young and visited famous mountains. On the way back, he met a white deer, suspected to be the mount of the poet, so he followed the white deer. Chased to the Baiguo Valley in the south of the Yangtze River, the white deer returned to seclusion, the shopkeeper was lost in the valley, the hunger was unstoppable, and the wild fruits were picked to satisfy hunger. Filling his stomach, the shopkeeper fell asleep in Baiguo Valley. When I woke up outside the valley, there was a jar of wine around my neck, and I was shocked that it was a gift from the poetry sanctuary, and I was ecstatic. I wanted to go into the valley to thank you, but I saw that the fog was thick and I couldn't find the way into the valley anymore. In order to thank the poet for the gift of wine, the shopkeeper named this wine 'will enter the wine'. The old man's eyebrows fluttered, "This is the past and present life of the wine." ”

Qi Bo stripped off the mysterious cloak that covered Jiang Jinjiu's body little by little, and there was nothing left.

The owner's heart is like knocking over the five-flavor bottle, which is full of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty. He didn't know the details of Qi Bodi, so he pretended to be calm and saw what amazing words Qi Bo would say next.

Qi Bo yawned and said slowly: "It's a pity that after the shopkeeper brought the wine out of the valley that day, he didn't leave a mark, and he searched for Baiguo Valley again and again, but all of them returned in vain. ”

Jiangnan Baiguo Valley, more than once appeared in the dream of the owner of the museum, he has been looking for the footprints of his ancestors.

Qi Bo knew what the pavilion owner was thinking, and Lang smiled: "I won't tell you, old man, I know a little about Jiangnan Baiguo Valley." ”

Qi Bo really said amazingly, and the pavilion owner's eyes had a kind of expectation.

At the critical moment, Qi Bo sold Guanzi: "I can only reveal this secret to the drunkard." ”

Drinker?

Who is an alcoholic?

Qi Bo read the doubt in the eyes of the hall owner and decrypted: "The drunkard is the descendant of the shopkeeper of the wine pool. If I couldn't find the drunkard, I would have to rot the secret in my stomach. ”

Zieber was tight-tongued.

The owner almost blurted out: "I'm an alcoholic." The words came to his lips and he swallowed them back. Before figuring out Qi Bolai's intentions, the owner felt that it was better to be cautious.

The owner of the museum was silent, looking indifferent.

※ Qi Bo said that he was delayed in the tavern for most of the time, and he was in a hurry to rush back to his hometown, pay the bill and leave.

As soon as Qi Bo left on his front foot, the two words of hometown attached to the pavilion owner's spine like maggots, sucking his bone marrow little by little.

A person may forget his friends and enemies, but he cannot forget his hometown.

If there is no compulsion to suffer for themselves, who will leave the country?

He is an alcoholic and has an old home: Taoduling.

The drunkard is the only descendant of the Taoduling winemaking family, and he is a descendant who has been delayed by alcoholism.

No one is born an alcoholic.

※When he was a child, he was overwhelmed by the heroic spirit of his ancestors, admired the amount of wine on his ancestors, and longed for the spectacular scene of all the beggars accompanying him on the ten-mile long street. He vowed to recreate the style of his ancestors who rode through the wine country.

Isn't it just drinking from sunset to sunrise, and never falling down all day and night?

He began to secretly practice drinking, drinking in the morning, at noon, in the afternoon, and taking a sip after peeing in the middle of the night, anyway, there was alcohol at home. Every day, he took advantage of the unmanned machine to fill a bottle of wine and quietly put it in his school bag. He often skipped school, hid in the woods alone and drank in the dark, and drunk himself as much as he wanted.

He indulged in the contents of the cup and couldn't pull it himself, so he drank until he transferred to junior high school and dropped out of high school.

In a fit of rage, his parents closed the winery, just to cut off the source of his wine. As a young man, he not only learned to drink heavily, but also learned to drink on credit, and his reputation was notorious.

The amount of alcohol that has been practiced day and night has not been achieved, but the debts have been piled up, and the family property has been ruined.

Since then, he has called himself a drunkard and wandered the rivers and lakes.

When the drunkard was becoming more and more decadent, someone came to the door and offered to pay a lot of money to buy the good recipe for making wine in his hand, but the drunkard flatly refused. No matter how confused he is, he still understands that the good recipes left by his ancestors cannot be sold.

When someone came to see that the drunkard was destitute, he funded the drunkard to open a tavern.

After ups and downs, the drunkard is much more low-key. After hard work, the drunkard miraculously quit drinking,

The tavern business is booming, and the drunkard is slowly coming out of the predicament.

But Ziber disrupted the peace.

"Boss, strange! Boss! The attendant shouted at him, "The 'Turtle Looking at the Moon' ordered by the old man in Yun Jinxuan's box didn't move, and somehow put a peach blossom in the turtle soup. "The attendant made a fuss.

"Where's the food?" The drunkard asked.

"Box." The attendant replied.

※ In the box of Yun Jinxuan, the drunkard stared at the dish of the turtle and the moon.

The dish was still steaming in the casserole, and he remembered that the lid had been pressed against the lid when Qi Bo's mouth was like a river gushing.

There was a bright and dazzling peach blossom floating on the turtle soup, and the drunkard thought that it must have been done by Qi Bo, and he was the only one drinking in the Yun Jinxuan box at that time. What puzzled him was that the old man had something to say, and he didn't need to bother with it.

The peach blossoms floating on the soup are like a ferryboat, lonely across the water. It's like a wandering duckweed, and I don't know where to go to the cliff.

Peach blossom, crossing, peach crossing ridge.

The drunkard figured it out at once: the old man knew that he was a drunkard. If you want to find out more news about Jiangnan Baiguo Valley, suggest that he will go to Taodu Ridge.

The drunkard stared at the turtle soup and laughed: the old man had good intentions, and he didn't know what medicine was in the gourd.

Laughing and laughing, the drunkard's smile suddenly froze, and he looked at the turtle's back in disbelief.

The back of the turtle was poked into a copper plate pattern with a needle, and in the middle of the copper plate, there were two small characters hidden: flying money.

The drunkard was like being poured a sip of strong wine, his face was as red as red, and his heart was pounding: More than 1,200 years ago, the terrifying flying money reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and I don't know whether it is a curse or a blessing.