Seeing that under the drive of Li Ji, everyone poured the wine in the cup into their mouths, Wendao smiled proudly and refilled the second cup for everyone. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"You must have all heard of Wu Song's three bowls of not being able to pass, let me tell you, I am the real three bowls of not being able to work. So don't blame me, you guys have a maximum of three glasses per person. If you want it again, you have to look at the performance later. ”

As he was talking, Yuan Chengzhi suddenly touched him lightly, blushed and whispered:

"Childe, my grandfather doesn't love anything, the only thing he likes is a sip of wine. Can you, can you give him an extra drink? ”

"No," Wen Dao shook his head resolutely, besides, there were so many eyes watching from the side. But before he finished speaking, he smiled again:

But Brother Yuan rest assured, grandpa can be treated specially, and dinner is also three cups. But now you really can't drink it anymore, this wine is the first time you've touched it, and you don't know how powerful it is. ”

Although Wendao vaguely remembered that distilled liquor had come out at the end of the Ming Dynasty, due to various constraints, especially the embarrassment of food, it was impossible for ordinary people to see real distilled liquor. And even if it is a real distilled spirit, its intensity is not comparable to that of modern baijiu. Therefore, Wendao dared to conclude that his bottle of liquor was based on the amount of rice wine that the people of the Ming Dynasty drank from, and there was no adaptation process, and if he didn't pay attention to it, he would probably put down a table of people.

But despite the deliberate control, many people are still starting to get drunk. Especially Liu Qiu, halfway through eating, he suddenly stopped the wine glass in his hand, opened a pair of red eyes and asked:

"Gongzi and Gongzi always tell outsiders that they have returned from overseas, but Gongzi is really, really from overseas, and he is still coming back to visit his own ancestral home and clansmen here?"

Wendao stopped his chopsticks and stared at the intoxicated Liu Qiu for a long time, and suddenly smiled:

"Sure enough, the three bowls are not enough, but I didn't expect it, Li Ji, you guy was the first to be put down."

Liu Qiu stared, one hand stretched out, scratching and pulling in the air, and continued to mutter:

"Childe, you say...... Your ancestral home...... Where and where is your township party...... I—I know every ditch and bump...... I, I'll help my son find and find ......."

In the chattering drunken talk, everyone stopped their chopsticks and rice bowls, and looked at Wendao with red faces for a while, and then looked at Li Ji, who was still talking nonsense, and showed a demented smirk. Only Grandpa Yuan Chengzhi, since he started drinking, he poured himself cup by cup, as if he had a grudge against himself, and no one looked at him.

"Alas, you're all drunk, you're all drunk, who will watch the show later......"

Wendao picked up the chopsticks, glanced out of the door with his eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, picked up a piece of braised pork and slowly stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew it intently.

A gust of wind rose, and the door curtain was suddenly opened, and then the two big men lowered their heads and drilled in, and quickly glanced at the people in the room who were staggering, and then stared at the Wendao who was still sitting upright and eating vegetables, and looked up and down for a long time, before retreating to the door, respectfully opened the door curtain and said:

"Master, please come in, the villains in the house have seen it."

Well, with a seemingly majestic hum, an old man in brocade walked into the box with a pace, swayed into the box, glanced at the situation in the room, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he didn't bother to look at anyone anymore, and went straight to Wendao, stood with his hands in his hands, and then looked at Wendao motionlessly.

Wen Dao smiled, picked up the cup and said to the old man:

"I disturbed the old man just now, if it wasn't for the Xingshi to ask for a drink, I just don't know if the old man will appreciate his face?"

The old man in brocade tilted his head, only groaned for a moment, then reached out and picked up the cup in front of him, turned it upside down and glanced at it, then shook it vigorously, and slammed the cup on the table again, and at the same time glared at the same time:

"Look at what, pour wine!"

To be honest, this old man was so refreshing, it was really a bit unexpected by Wendao, and it took him a while to react, and he hurriedly sighed, grabbed the wine bottle and filled the empty glass.

The aroma of wine spreads instantly.

The old man in brocade didn't notice that his face changed, he looked up and sniffed hard, slowly closed his eyes with an intoxicated face, and reluctantly opened it for a long time, and immediately stretched out a hand to the literary knife:

"Young man, where are you wine, it's just jade liquid! Hurry up, take a look at your bottle with me. ”

Looking at the bottle? Hehe, the old guy is really much taller than Li Ji and these reckless people.

Wen Dao didn't think about it, picked up the wine bottle and handed it out. What are you afraid of, anyway, this is a special anti-packaging that is not available on the market, tobacco and alcohol are the same, and you can't see a flower anymore.

"What a terrible thing!"

The old man in brocade held the wine bottle and looked at it for a long time, suddenly sighed without a head, picked up the wine glass on the table and put it under his nose, slowly closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, and then raised his head and drank it all.

"One more drink!"

The old guy knocked on the table unceremoniously, and after waiting for a long time, he found that there was no movement, his eyes were glaring again, and Wen Dao was suddenly happy, and raised his chin and signaled:

"The old man is really funny, he holds the wine bottle everywhere and looks for someone to pour wine."

The old man in brocade looked down, shook his head and smiled, and hurriedly poured himself a glass, and sniffed it again.

But this time, he no longer couldn't wait to drink it all, but sniffed the wine glass while admiring it again and again, and only occasionally pecked it lightly for a while, and occasionally took a sip, and the mouth of the senior drinker was unobstructed.

I don't know how long I smacked this second glass of wine before it was empty.

"Young man, you said that three bowls are not enough, right, is there a problem with me drinking another drink?"

The old guy grabbed the wine bottle and made the appearance of pouring wine, but suddenly asked like this in his mouth, which immediately startled Wen Dao, and immediately said with a straight face:

"Eavesdropping on other people's speeches is not something that an old man with old virtues does!"

"Yes," said the old man in brocade clothes with a sudden look of unashamedness:

"I'm sorry, but the old man happened to be in front of the door when he heard you say that. So, if I really want to blame anyone, I still want to find you a theory, why do you have to wait for me to come before you speak? ”

The old thing doesn't seem to be a good bird! Wen Dao suddenly smiled, and stretched out his finger with great schadenfreude:

"Old man, the third glass of wine, I'm afraid you won't have a good time to drink."

Before the words fell, the two big men who had been standing on the side suddenly grabbed their halberd fingers and shouted:

"Bold! You little doll, Hugh is rude! ”

"Get out of the way, bastard, when did you teach you to make a fuss here?"

The old man in brocade was furious, stepped forward and kicked one person, then turned around with a smile on his face, and said to Wendao with a wine bottle:

"The old man has always liked to follow fate, the wine is gone, isn't the wine bottle still there! Make a price, young man, you love the old man of the wine bottle very much, how about you just sell it to me? ”

This is an ordinary glass bottle, the knife feels very funny, and I was just about to open my mouth to send it out, but fortunately I woke up all of a sudden:

At this time, the glass seems to be not an ordinary thing, so it would be a loss to give it away for nothing!

But I don't know what the market of glass is, whether it should belong to the list of treasures, or to belong to valuable vessels? Well, I think about it, it seems that glass was still a rare thing before the Yongzheng Dynasty, and I remember that all the rebuilt glass in the palace was carefully removed before it started.

Then, it is only the early years of Chongzhen, and the shape and transparency of glass and its products, especially those that can only be made by later generations such as wine bottles, can be seen.

The old man actually wants to take advantage. Wen Dao rubbed his nose and suddenly smiled:

"This decanter is so bottlenecked that it is not the shape that ordinary craftsmen can blow. Since the old man knows the goods, why don't you give a price, and I'll take a look. ”

The old man in brocade is obviously really in love with the wine bottle in his arms, or people are not afraid at all, and he doesn't care about the little trick of who asks for the price first and who dies first, and shouted out without even blinking his eyes:

"Thirty taels of silver, how? One tael of silver in Yunyang Mansion costs two stones of grain, and you can eat it alone, which is more than enough for you to eat for thirty years. ”

Wen Dao listened to it and was a little incredulous:

"One tael of silver and two stones of grain, who are you fooling, the food is so abundant now?"

"Young man," the old man in brocade suddenly turned cold:

"Don't talk nonsense about some things, be careful to eat lawsuits if you are not careful. I am a Ming politician and a harmonious person, and Yunyang Mansion is smooth every year, and the granary is full, so you can have as much food as you want. ”

Wen Dao couldn't help but move in his heart, and suddenly smiled:

"Then I don't want silver, you directly use grain for silver, and at a fixed price, we will make a deal, how about a hundred stones?"

"You are a young man, you are not afraid to ask for so much food-"

The old man in brocade raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, and immediately waved his sleeves and said, "Zhao Le, take the silver ticket of the master." ”

Zhao Le heard the sound and walked over, his eyes flashed on Wendao's body, and he said with a bitter face:

"The lord forgives the sins, the little one should be damned, I was in a hurry to go out, and I forgot the money bag in the house."

"You're really not enough to succeed and more than to lose!"

The old man in brocade pretended to scold, turned his face to look at the knife and spread his hands and said:

"You heard that, young man, it's not a coincidence. Fortunately, you are young and fast, so you should bother to run by yourself, and go back to the house with me to get the silver? ”

"Not good," Wen Dao heard this, reached out and took the wine bottle, but still smiled on his face and said:

"The old man seems to have a big business, if he is really sincere, it is much better to find someone to run around than me, a stranger, who is all over the city."

Zhao Le looked at it, and suddenly leaned over and said something to the old man in brocade, and the old man in brocade immediately nodded and said:

"Young man, since you say that you are a stranger, why do you still cause trouble in an unfamiliar place? You'd better go with the old man, otherwise you're really going to be annoyed. ”

After speaking, the corner of the old man in brocade lifted his mouth, and the door curtain was lifted, and several familiar faces, surrounded by many strong men, were coldly blocked outside the door......

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