Text Chapter Ninety-Nine: Turbulence in Bianliang City
Zhao Mingding took a look, it was not who Yan Lie was who had disappeared for many days, it was still the same dirty clothes that could not be seen in color, or the same messy beard, the round bull's eyes were blazing, and the dragon walked and walked step by step. "I've seen everyone in Luoyi, and I still ask everyone in Luoyi to forgive me for the crime of being uninvited."
"Young Master Yan is polite. If the red-sleeved trick is not good, he can't ask for Yan Gongzi's master. Luo Yi smiled and saw a salute, and joked that Yan Lie scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and glared at his little brother, how long has it been, his little brother sold himself, and sure enough, his brother is not as good as clothes. Zhao Ming didn't see it, such a powerless eye attack was already immune to him, and he was quite interested in looking at his brother's embarrassed expression, but Yan Lie's face was too dark, and he didn't see if he was blushing.
"It's a good win, it's a loss, brother heard that you are going to single-handedly challenge everyone in the Southern Tang Dynasty, so you can get out of Beizhao quickly, and hurry back to help you. That's how you arranged it as a brother? Give two sips to your brother as reparation! Saying that, Yan Lie was about to take a small wine jar and pour it into Zhao Ming's mouth.
"It's not possible if the little brother is wrong! The younger brother came by himself. Zhao Ming took the wine jar and drank two big sips, and Yan Lie let him go, "It's not that the younger brother wants to single them out, it's obvious that they formed a group to brush the younger brother." also cut off the retreat of the younger brother, this injustice, there is nowhere to tell, or the elder brother Gao Yi. Besides, the amount of alcohol that the elder brother had, it was not that the younger brother underestimated the elder brother, but the elder brother was almost at the bottom of the table than the younger brother that day. ”
"It's not a brother to underestimate!" Yan Lie didn't see anything but hooked Zhao Ming's neck with a burst of force, so that Zhao Ming rolled his eyes before letting him go, this brother has a really big hand, he doesn't really use his strength yet, and Feng Wu's man has to fight, "It's full of fools that day, it's really boring for my brother, you've been drinking for an hour, and you've just arrived, otherwise you'll be left alone to be in the limelight!" Don't compare again! ”
"Okay, okay. Isn't it possible for the little brother to take it? Seeing that Yan Lie really planned to let people serve wine, Zhao Ming hurriedly begged for mercy, he didn't want to get drunk in broad daylight, "Where is my brother going to stay these days, my younger brother will send real wine for my brother to see." ”
"Real wine? It's not that I'm ashamed of my brother, I have drunk a lot of wine in this world, whether it's Sanle pulp, Nantang daughter Hong, or Western Regions amber blood for my brother. Brother there is still new wine? Yan Lie showed suspicion on his face, he was born rich and noble, and as a greedy cup, he said to be honest, he had never seen any wine in the world this day, and he had never drunk any wine, and it was because of this that he had great confidence that he could help his little brother win back this game.
"Those are called wine, too?" Zhao Ming heard Yan Lie's disdainful look on his face when he heard what Yan Lie said, "My daughter is so mellow, but she loses her pride, amber blood?" It's just a sweet and moderate daughter's drink, and the three pulp can barely be regarded as wine, but it is still a little less domineering. Only my new wine can be called real wine, and it cannot be drunk by a good man. I call him a hero's tear. ”
Yan Lie didn't react yet, Zhao Ming first received a taunt from Luo Yi, and the phoenix eyes rolled with deep dissatisfaction in his tone: "It's also a hero's tears, a vulgar name." It's not a good man who can't drink, what a big breath. Although the little woman is not a good hand in the wine country, she can still drink a few glasses, so much so that she wants to weigh and weigh you, a good wine that a non-man can't drink! ”
"That's not what I meant. This wine is really not suitable for my daughter's family. Zhao Ming hurriedly explained to the aunt, "To put it bluntly, the taste of this wine may not be as good as that of my daughter's red, and the taste is not as good as the amber blood that is suitable for my daughter's family to drink." There is a characteristic all over the body. ”
"What are the characteristics?" This made the two of them very curious, and they thought it was a good wine, but the two most important points of wine tasting were mediocre, so how dare this kid call him real wine.
"This wine is one word, strong! In addition to this, it is better to drink water than to drink him. Everything else is just a disadvantage. Zhao Ming looked at the two people opposite depressedly, and the improvement in the palace several times, the tightness was so that he used fish glue to solve it, and the alcohol content of the wine was getting higher and higher, but this taste, alas, still don't mention it.
"Lie, is it as strong as three pulp?" Yan Lie asked curiously, the strongest wine in the world was only Sanle pulp.
Zhao Ming pouted, the alcohol content of Sanle Pulp is only twenty or thirty degrees at most, and it can dominate in this world. Therefore, Zhao Mingcai always felt that the wine in this era was light, just like the beer of later generations, it was better to drink juice, at least fresh.
"I'll tell you so." Zhao Ming's eyes rolled, and he thought of a way to describe the expression, "What about my wine, the fragrance is not as good as Sanle pulp, the taste is not as red as my daughter, and the taste is far worse than the blood of the Western Regions, but it can burn when it encounters fire!" ”
"It burns!" This made the two of them widen their eyes, and looked at Zhao Ming in disbelief, how strong does this have to be to do it? I've never heard of wine lighting a fire, is this still something that people can drink?
"It can really ignite, I'll send a batch over tomorrow and you can try it yourself." Zhao Ming secretly despised these two soil buns in his heart, since solving the problem of tightness, repeated distillation finally made a liquor of about more than sixty degrees, and in the future life, you can buy a bottle for only a few dozen yuan, and the goods that can be ignited can be converted into less than a penny of silver. Does this count as a psychological superiority that the traverser can't tell?
"But can you still drink this?" Seeing Zhao Ming's vow, Yan Lie's eyes straightened, and his mouth involuntarily began to secrete saliva, and he swallowed his saliva vigorously.
"Yes, of course. Can't I still spend so much effort on what I can do? It's just that... Speaking of this, Zhao Ming's face began to darken, and he remembered his extremely painful wine tasting experience, "When you drink it, it is like a fire from your mouth to your throat, and the hot and spicy taste goes down to it, you can feel the wine anywhere, and your stomach is churning after drinking, and your whole body is steaming and sweating." Drink again, my mind is dizzy, my thoughts are unclear, and my chest does not vomit and is unhappy if it encounters a barrier. It's all that, and it's all enjoyment, but ... ”
"Just what?" Hearing such an effect, Yan Lie and Luo Yi directly ignored the dark and regretful look on Zhao Ming's face.
"It's just that the next day when you wake up, you feel like you have a splitting headache! It's better to live than to die! The whole person feels that the sky and the earth are spinning, his brain is a piece of mush, and the only prayer is that he doesn't want this brain anymore, who will help chop it up for me, and the matter of whether he dies or not is not considered at all. Zhao Ming recalled the feeling at the time with a dead face, why was he brainless? To try the head wine that has been distilled repeatedly? The next day, Xiao Guizi thought that someone had poisoned the wine, or his Royal Highness ate Wushisan with wine, looking like he was going to kill. Finally, Zhao Ming was still a little sober, so he didn't make a farce.
"Really?" Such a tragic consequence did not frighten Yan Lie, a veritable drunkard, at all, but with a yearning look. If there was such a jar of wine on the spot, Zhao Ming would never doubt that he would be able to drink it all on the spot, who would rob him and who would be in a hurry!
"Looking at the regretful look of the little brother, can you still deceive the elder brother? So this wine is really not suitable for my daughter's family to drink, just two glasses and get drunk like mud, is it beautiful? Since that time, Zhao Ming has never touched the head wine that has been distilled repeatedly, he is really greedy, and he only drank two glasses of some low-alcohol wine, and finally did not make any more jokes that he didn't want to die.
Thinking of something, Zhao Ming became happy alone again. Of course he wouldn't be alone in such a tragic tragedy, is he such a selfish person? On the same day, he was able to go down to the ground and immediately offered the study, emphasizing the benefits of this wine for dissipating wind and invigorating blood. also pretended to warn his father that the emperor was so strong that he should not be subdued if he was not a hero. As for the father, after all, he is a little old, so don't just drink a cup or two. It's not your son who doubts your drinking! Hehe!
It is said that the face of the emperor of the early dynasty and his henchman Huaien was extremely different, which caused all the courtiers to panic, and there was no rumor that there was a serious problem in the big Zhao, how could the emperor have a dead father's face in the early dynasty. Even if his father really died, Emperor Zhao was not calm and fearless, and his face was not bad to this extent!
Of course, after Zhao Ming received the news, he burst into laughter in his palace, and then hid from his father for three days with various excuses.
In the end, Xiao Wu came to ask herself if she had offended her father again? Why is it that every time the emperor mentions his sixth son in the past few days, he looks like he is gritting his teeth. made Zhao Ming laugh wildly and fell to the ground and hammered the ground, making Feng Wu's face inexplicable.
As for why the emperor didn't trouble Zhao Ming later, it was because Zhao Ming had clearly warned the emperor not to be greedy for cups at that time, even if Zhao Ming deliberately made a squeeze, the emperor, as the heaviest rule, would not be able to punish Zhao Ming with this matter, so he had to secretly swallow this bitter fruit and keep it in his heart for the next day!
Seeing Zhao Ming's eyes empty and smiling, the two of them were a little confused, is this wine good? When you drink it, you feel like a fairy, and after drinking it, it hurts? Is this still wine? Five stones don't have this effect! Definitely try it tomorrow!
If Zhao Ming knew what they were thinking now, he would never stop it. How can the unpleasant taste be enjoyed alone?
"Then bother the virtuous brother to send two jars tomorrow, for the elder brother really want to try this wine can be as powerful as the virtuous brother!" Luo Yi frequently looked at Zhao Ming with her eyes, signaling not to forget her share.
"Two altars? I'm afraid you'll die on this! Zhao Ming rolled his eyes, he was not used to the high alcohol in later generations, and he was not cured of alcohol poisoning, "My wine jar is not this kind of small jar of three or five catties in your hand." I'll give you five pounds at most, and try it first. To tell you the truth, it's best to drink it with light wine on the market, otherwise I won't stop you from tasting the taste of wanting to die. ”
"It seems that the virtuous brother is really not worried about the amount of alcohol for his brother." Yan Lie shook his head with regret, and Luo Yi kept muttering about Zhao Ming's stinginess.
Zhao Ming ignored the complaints of the two, he only had a few friends, and he didn't want to drink one or two to death! "That's the end of it! What's left? ”