Chapter 13: Plum Brewing (3)

Soon after Wang Minyun sat down in his place, a shopkeeper brought all kinds of food. The dishes are not delicacies from the mountains and seas, just some ordinary chicken, duck and fish, although the master chef is very attentive, the color and fragrance are good, but they are not ordinary. However, several fresh green vegetables and melons and fruits were served, which surprised him for a while. When I was in my hometown of Hunan, my family also had hundreds of acres of fields. Naturally, he doesn't have to go to the ground, but he also knows that it is generally impossible to have such fruits and vegetables at this time. I vaguely remember that it was recorded in ancient books that melons and fruits in abnormal seasons could be grown in hot springs and other places, and this Black Dragon Society must have used such a method. Poor and extravagant, Wang Minyun added another item to this gang in the small book in his heart. But this doesn't make sense, looking at the large plate of beef and mutton, he turned his mind and overturned the previous inference. As for why this is so, he can only attribute it to the fact that the people in these gangs are unreasonable.

When the dish was almost served, Chen Cheng stepped on the wooden stairs and walked up. When he saw the big ding with warm wine in the middle of the fourth floor, he suddenly had an urge to grab one of the big ding's feet and lift it up, and then cos Changchun real person. Of course, it's just impulsive. With a smile on his face, he walked to the position left for him next to Lin Mengchu and looked at the Hunan celebrities opposite.

Wang Minyun is in his fifties this year, his sideburns are gray, he looks very rich, and he looks doughy. But the spirit is very good, compared with the Zai Yi that Chen Cheng has seen before, it seems to be much more energetic. The Duanjun King was lifeless when he didn't speak, and he didn't look like a human king.

Wang Minyun also carefully looked at the people present. The girl on the opposite side is the leader of the Black Dragon Society, and the young man who just came in next to him is probably the military advisor of the Black Dragon Society that is rumored in the outside world. These two people are smart, calm and confident, and they don't look like they're eight feet tall and murderous like the legend in the legend, but a bit of a dragon and phoenix.

After the introduction of the two sides was completed, Zeng Zhaoji stepped forward and gave each person a bowl of wine from the copper tripod, and then sat down next to the teacher.

Lin Mengchu picked up the wine bowl with his small hand and asked, "Does Mr. Wang know what kind of wine this is?" ”

Wang Minyun took a sip, hesitated for a moment and said, "I really don't know." "It's too wrong to say more, it's not good not to say it, in short, it's good to fool the past first.

Lin Mengchu put down the wine bowl and said with a serious expression: "This is green plum wine." ”

"Plum wine?"

"Exactly!" , the girl said: "Fang Jinlong is cold in winter, and it is time to learn from the ancients to cook wine with green plums." ”

Wang Minyun couldn't sit still. This person opened his mouth to boil wine with green plums, what is this trying to do? Although he learned this vertical and horizontal technique, and he also had the experience of persuading people to rebel at the beginning, can this kind of thing be said to the person he just met? And he had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the girl on the other side asked, "Does Mr. Wang know about the changes in the dragon?" ”

Wang Minyun said in his heart: Even if I know, I can't tell you.

The girl didn't need him to answer, and continued: "The dragon can be big and small, and it can rise and hide; The big one is the clouds and the fog, and the small one is hidden and hidden; The rising is soaring between the universe, and the hidden is lurking in the waves. Fang is deep in this spring, the dragon changes when the time comes, and the Jews have the ambition to cross the seas. Dragons are things, comparable to the heroes of the world. Mr. Wang has traveled far and wide for a long time, and he must have met many heroes. Please try to put it mildly.

"The old man is shallow in his knowledge, and the people who handed over are all ordinary people, where have I met any heroes."

"Even if you haven't encountered it, you must have heard of it, and I hope that Mr. will give me advice."

Wang Minyun opened his mouth and stammered, what is this development? I'm not Liu Xuande, and you're not Emperor Wei Wudi. I just looked at the posture around me, and obviously I couldn't fool myself if I didn't say something. He thought for a while, and then said slowly: "Today, the Queen Mother assisted the first emperor to calm down the troubled times and rejuvenate the dynasty, can she be called a hero?" ”

"The dry bones in Cixi's grave are just lingering, and they can't be called heroes." Lin Mengchu said with great interest.

Wang Kaiyun was depressed all his life, because of Cixi. Although he didn't dare to speak disrespectfully to the Empress Dowager Dong, he was still very happy to hear someone scold her.

Chen Cheng was not interested in the conversation between the two, just eating and drinking. The green plum is sealed in tinplate and canned for storage, and the wine is a new sake made from sorghum and barley. After the two are heated in the ding, the fragrance is mellow, the wine flavor is lingering and has stamina, and it is also very good to drink such a small bowl when it is snowing.

The conversation between the two continued.

"There is one person, formerly the minister of North Korea, who is now in charge of Beiyang. Establish a police system and train to become a tiger soldier. Can Yuan Weiting be called a hero? ”

"Yuan Shikai received foreigners diplomatically, colluded with the king of the sect, gathered the soldiers, and pacified the place. It can be said that he is a hero in troubled times, but it is a pity to do big things and spare his life, and he forgets his righteousness when he sees small profits, and he is not a real hero. ”

"How about being like Cen Chunxuan, the governor of Liangguang, and Zhang Zhidong, the governor of Huguang?"

"These people are either too good at vain names and don't pay attention to practice. Or flies and dogs, short-sighted. Even if he wants to do something, he is suppressed by the imperial court, and there is a waste material to add to the chaos, even Yuan Shikai can't compare, where is he a hero. ”

"Former Beiyang Minister Li Hongzhang?"

"Li Hongzhang is dying of old age, and even when he was young, he was just a pastemaker, not a hero."

"Then I don't know what other heroes there are in the world," Wang Minyun sighed, took a sip of the wine glass in front of him, and asked rhetorically: "Then do you know the heroes of the world?" ”

"Hmph," Lin Mengchu stood up, and a crisp voice sounded:

"Those who are heroes have great ambitions, have good plans, have the opportunity to contain the universe, and have the ambition to swallow heaven and earth."

"In today's world, those who can be called heroes are the only kings"

Lin Mengchu, who entered the state, looked radiant, and the whole person was shining, and what she said was so natural and irrefutable, and the content was so shocking. Wang Minyun couldn't help but open his mouth wide and held his breath. And he still has a little expectation in his heart. Then I heard the girl's voice continue to sound.

"Those who can be called heroes are the only ones who have ears from this king!"