At that time, the eyebrows were rising, and the dead branches were pressed low, and it was a night suitable for killing.

"Big brother, there is still good wine in my winery, do you want to try it?"

"Good wine? You hide it and don't give it to me? I know your kid has a private collection" Wang Mingxuan was already half drunk, and his speech was a little slurred.

The Mei family also has an idle yard. As soon as you enter the gate, there are three broken houses on the east wall of the gate hole, and three broken houses on the west wall of the gate hole. In addition, there is a large gate hole, which seems to be a series of seven rooms, which seems to be very powerful in appearance, and the houses are all very tall and have a very thick wooden frame.

The head is very thick, a child can't hold it, all are tiled roofs, there are also flowers made of tiles on the ridge, looking at the sun, it is very good-looking, on the two ends of the ridge, there is a pigeon on one side, probably also made of tiles.

The grass on the roof of the house is covered with moss, and from a distance, it looks green, which is very beautiful. When it rains, mushrooms come out on the roof, and people go up to the house to pick mushrooms, just like going up the mountain to pick mushrooms, picking a lot of mushrooms.

There are very few roofs that produce mushrooms like this, there are more than 30 houses in the Mei family, and the rest will not produce mushrooms, so the people who live in that room carry a basket to the room to pick mushrooms, and the people in the whole yard are not envious, they all say that this mushroom is fresh, but it is not as good as the dried mushroom, if you kill a chicken and fry it, it is really delicious.

Mei Renhou held a wine jar and pinched a copper key, and went to the shochu workshop to serve wine.

He unscrewed the gate, and the courtyard was quiet, the mule shed was black and hollow, and the workshop emitted the turbidity of rotting distiller's lees. He lifted the lid of an urn, and by the light of the stars and the moon, he saw his own thin face on the plain wine surface.

With short eyebrows and thin lips, he felt ugly. He pressed the jar into the urn, and poured the wine into the jar. When the altar was lifted out of the urn, the wine on the altar fell into the urn by the drops.

Mei Renhou changed his mind, and he poured the wine from the jar into the urn. He remembered the urn of wine from which he had washed his bloody face.

Mei Renhou walked to the urn and saw a stone mill pressed on the lid of the wooden urn. He laid down the jar and lifted the stone mill with all his might. The stone mill rolled twice on the ground, hit another wine urn, and knocked a large hole in the urn wall, and the wine sprang out, and Mei Renhou left it alone. Mei Renhou lifted the lid of the urn and smelled blood.

He remembered that when he was sacked by Cai Feihu, the blood everywhere, and the faces of all kinds of dead people appeared in the urn one after another.

Mei Renhou pressed the jar into the urn, filled it with blood wine, held it in both hands, handed it to Wang Mingxuan, and said to him: "Big brother, your complexion today is really good, taste it." ”

Wang Mingxuan picked up a handful of wine with both hands and drank it, his face was flushed, all concentrated on his cheeks, but his forehead and chin were pale.

"What's going on?"

"Good wine with a special taste"

"I still have a few jars of old wine that have been hidden for 20 years, do you want to taste it?"

"Of course, where"

"In the cellar, but big brother, I see that you have drunk too much, so let's go another day."

"Brother, this is not going to work. I'm not drunk, take me with you quickly, are you afraid that I will drink your good wine, you are stingy"

"Brother, it's really not good. It doesn't matter if you're fine, it's just so cold that I don't think you can stand it. The cellar was damp. The walls are made of saltpeter. ”

"Let's go. Cold is nothing, drinking is important. ”

As he spoke, Wang Mingxuan raised Mei Renhou's arm. Mei Renhou wrapped his clothes tightly and let him urge.

There was no one with them, they were all drinking and enjoying the night.

Mei Renhou lit two torches, one for Wang Mingxuan. Mei Renhou respectfully asked him to move. After passing through several thatched houses, one came to the arcade that led to the cellar.

Mei Renhou walked down a long spiral staircase and told Wang Mingxuan, who was following behind, to be more careful. Finally down the stairs, the two of them stood side by side on the wet land of the cellar.

Wang Mingxuan's gait staggered, and he asked, "What about the jar of wine?" ”

"In front, don't worry, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." "Watch out for the white cobwebs flashing on the walls of the cave. ”

His drunken hazy eyes stared at Mei Renhou brightly.

"Saltpeter?" He finally asked.

"Saltpeter," replied Mei Renhou, "how long have you been coughing?" ”

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! ”

Wang Mingxuan coughed so much that he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Nothing." He concluded.