Chapter Eighty-Seven: Heroes Win Spring Thunder
Someone kept shouting out, Luo Zun looked at the direction where Yang Fan was sitting in astonishment, impossible, how could there be a wine comparable to Chunlei, unless it was the imperial wine that the palace had hidden for ten years. How can it be?
Zu Dashou in the private room dried the cup of heroic tears and exclaimed, "Good wine!" Wine! On the Armor! On the Armor! He placed the glass on the tray and looked around, "Is there anything else?" β
"If you go back to your lordship, it's gone."
"Comfortable, this wine is comfortable! Comfortable! Zu Dashou patted his thigh and shouted. The screen gradually withdrew, and the drunkards, under the effect of the last cup of heroic tears, were drunk one by one, shouting for joy. Shi Zijun glanced at Yang Fan and smiled casually. "Okay, the wine bowls from the first to the twenty-fifth are here. Let's take a look. Fenjiufang, a total of seven armor! Plum Wine Workshop, four pieces! β¦β¦ Shaoxing rice wine, six! β
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"Dakang Winery, twelve!" This is the best result among the top 10 or so winemakers. The owner of Dakang Winery also showed a smile, and the people present not only came to see the excitement, but also some of the owners of the restaurant, which is a good time to be famous. All eyes are on the little-known Dakang Winery. I don't know where this dark horse came from. Many small restaurants have begun to send people to contact and negotiate with the owner of Nadakang Winery.
ββ¦β¦ Next, there is the Tianzi Lu Family, Spring Thunder, twenty-four! Twenty-four armors! Shi Zijun shouted loudly. Tianzi Lu is really substantial. Xu Fuzi stroked his beard and smiled: "It turned out to be the famous Spring Thunder Wine." Presumably this wine is made by Master Qu. The old master looked at the winemaker. The old winemaker smiled and said, "It's easy to say." β
"In the end, there are still half of the heroes' tears in the house, and they get ...... Twenty-five, twenty-five armor! It turned out to be a perfect score! Out! Shi Zijun didn't expect it to be twenty-five pieces of armor. I thought it would be good to get everyone's praise and be comparable to ten years of spring thunder, but I didn't expect it to be a full score!
"Today's wine king is ......"
"Wait a minute!" Luo Zun shouted. "Outside the Shi Yuan, since it involves the capital wine kui, you can sue sΓΉ below, why did my Luo family's Spring Thunder Wine only get twenty-four armors, and please tell me what is the only one left?"
The atmosphere in front of the booth instantly became awkward. Luo Zun's sudden cross-examination made Shi Zijun on the stage a little embarrassed. Not to mention that he didn't know who cast the remaining wooden card. Even if he knew, it was impossible to sue him, and said coldly: "If Young Master Luo feels that he is in the way, check it yourself." β
"Hmph, that's a lot of offense!" If you don't get the wine kui, this is definitely a naked slap in the face of their Tianzi Luhao, and it is absolutely intolerable. He rummaged through the bowl marked twenty-four, and finally saw the wooden card under the armor, and picked it up angrily, and said: "Such a fine wine, there are people who voted for the armor, and the Ming people do not do dark things, if the one is dazzled, he votes for the wrong one." Stand up, my Luo family is not to blame in the past, but ......"
"No but, little doll of the Luo family. This armor was voted by the general. β
"General Zu?" Luo Zun's heart sank, it turned out to be Zu Dashoutou's subordinates. "Since the general has voted for the first rank, can you tell the juniors, why?"
"The old man asked you, are you comparable to the imperial wine in the palace?"
Luo Zun frowned, hesitated for a moment, and said, "No, but it's not too much." Zu Dashou came over and said, "That's good!" Since it is not as good as this palace wine, the old man can be regarded as lifting this spring thunder wine by throwing a first. Luo Zun secretly said What is this called, even if this palace imperial wine is urine, who dares to shout better than imperial wine?
He had a gloomy face and said: "Since all the so-called heroic tears are on the armor, and the old general naturally votes for the armor, then the general means that this heroic tears are better than the imperial wine?" β
"Hmph, the old man didn't say that, but this hero's tears are definitely much better than this spring thunder, Luo family child, if you want to gamble, you have to lose. Back then, your son Luo Qingchuan gambled with people in Huizhou Mansion and lost all his family wealth, and he was not willing to gamble and lose, and finally brewed this spring thunder, which was a hit in Shuntian Mansion. You have to learn from your Lao Tzu for this measure. β
Luo Zun endured that breath, looked at Yang Fan, and said, "Little lord, can you enjoy the next cup of heroic tears?" Yang Fan smiled and said, "Wine!" This word, when heard in Luo Zun's ears, is like "reward", which is particularly harsh. The old winemaker poured the wine, Luo Zun picked up the porcelain cup, shook it, and muttered: "Although the wine is fragrant, it is more spicy." The color of the wine is clear, but it is not as good as the spring thunder. β
"Don't talk so much about it yet, wine, you won't know until you drink it." Yang Fan sat on the chair and put down the cup in his hand with a smile. Luo Zun picked up the cup of heroic tears, raised his head and took a sip.
"Ahem. What is this, how is it so spicy. This...... How can this kind of thing be worthy of armor? Didn't you all take money from some people and deliberately interfere with it? Luo Zun's amount of wine, estimated that he and Zu Runze were half a catty and eight taels, and after only a small sip, he was choked by the strong wine and tears came out.
"Luo Gongzi said this, and the old man didn't like to hear it. Good is good, and we naturally have a high and low judgment in our hearts. "Xu Fuzi is drunk, and his courage is a lot bigger, "If it weren't for the spring thunder in front, the old decay would have been given to the armor, otherwise this hero's tears would definitely be a big win over the spring thunder." β
Many drunkards also nodded in agreement. What is this drinking, isn't it just to have a good time. The fierceness of this hero's tears is exactly in line with the most basic requirements of alcoholics, and in terms of taste, it does not lose the mellow flavor of Chunlei, and it is naturally held by hand. Zu Dashou's face sank, and he said, "Kid of the Luo family, what do you mean by this?" If you lose, you lose, what, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it, and you frame people, this is a matter of character. β
Luo Zun sneered, "How dare you, General Zu has just returned from killing the enemy with Lord Yang Linghe, and he is an important minister of the Ming Dynasty, how can he talk nonsense for a glass of wine." "This is said with a face, it sounds like Zu Dashou can't do anything, this is chewing and chewing, as if the heroic tears are inextricably linked with that Yang Jue, although Yang Fan did not admit it, but anyone with a discerning eye can see it.
"Young owner, can you give me the glass of wine in your hand?" The old winemaker's face was also a little bad, after all, this spring thunder was also from him, and failing to win the wine leader was tantamount to slapping him in the face. Luo Zun blushed and handed the wine to the koji winemaker.
The old winemaker looked at the color of the wine, then held the glass in both hands and drank it all. I wiped the wine stains on my white beard, swallowed my throat, and tasted it for a long time.
"How's it going, Master Qu?"
Lao Qu didn't speak for a long time, holding the cup and reminiscing for a long time.
"Young owner, we lost. It is true that other people's wine is better than ours. β
Syllable! Luo Zun slapped Lao Qu in the face and said angrily: "Bastard! Even you are elbowing outwards to help others. Hmph, this wine is too watery, don't do it! Let's go! Luo Zun couldn't save face, so he had to find his own people to vent his anger and leave angrily.