That thrilling all-night battle was very hearty.

Xi Yuan was even more miserable and more complete than the first defeat, after all, Zhang Jin's physique is now as high as 60 points, and when it comes to durability, it can be called unparalleled in the world. And the tart for Xi Yuan is not like when he was with Ye Hong, he has reservations because of pity. Therefore, like last time, Xi Yuan was still paralyzed like a puddle of mud the next morning, and it was natural to ask for leave again.

The next day, Zhang Jin only felt in a good mood, even if the sky outside was cloudy, he seemed to feel a gentle sun shining on his body. Holding back the fire for a long time, once it is exhausted, how can that kind of pleasure be summed up by the word 'cool'?

One night later, the two returned to normal.

After the anger subsided, Zhang Jin drove back to Haiwozi Village full of vitality and continued to live like a pig. Xi Yuan also returned to campus after a day off and continued her life as a 'gardener of the motherland'. The lingering between the two is just that they each need and help each other.

Their roles with each other are nothing more than living 'electric toys' and moving 'humanoid balloons', apart from being barely friends now.

Just like when Xi Yuan ridiculed Zhang Jin's 'impatience', Zhang Jin explained, "Normal men have two brains that are responsible for thinking. The upper brain determines human nature, and the lower brain determines animal nature. It's the same with women. ”

Of course, it can also be like what Xi Yuan said when refuting Zhang Jin, "Some men have two brains that are responsible for thinking. The lower brain has always determined the animality, and when something swims from the bottom to the top, the upper brain also helps determine the animality. Just like Zhang Jin couldn't wait before. ”

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Next, Zhang Jin's days returned to a pendulum pattern, after a few days of pig-like life, it was a night of 'originally' hunting passion. Sometimes I will meet Xi Yuan, so I will fly together; If he hadn't met Xi Yuan, he wouldn't have returned empty-handed.

In a city with a tight rhythm like Shenzhen, there is never a shortage of white-collar elites who are well-dressed during the day and howl all night at night, just like Zhang Jin. There is never a shortage of resentful women who urgently need to indulge in order to release stress or relieve their mood, just like Xi Yuan.

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Although September is supposed to be the Golden Autumn Festival. However, in Guangdong Province, in Shenshi, and in Haiwozi Village, September does not have the slightest meaning of autumn, and it is still stuck in the solar terms of midsummer. The weather is hot, even compared to July and August, it is not inferior in the slightest.

It was still a sunny day. Old man Liu, as usual, went out for a walk in the morning after helping Zhang Jin finish his work as a 'housewife and man'. When he came back, he found that Zhang Jin and Qi Bing, who had lost a lot of weight, were rarely not nested on the recliner like a puddle of boneless rotten meat as they had always done, but were busy working around a pile of red clay with a fiery color.

Looking at the two of them with shovels and hoes, they seemed to want to do something with the mud. I was about to step forward to help. But when the old man got closer and saw the work in Zhang Jin's hand, he suddenly became anxious, and opened his mouth and shouted: "Stop, I told you to stop, didn't you hear it?" ”

In front of Zhang Jin was a pile of red clay, and although the color of the soil was rare and bright, it was nothing unusual. But he and the muddy water made Old Man Liu's distressed eyes red.

Just look at the pile of more than a dozen empty black pottery jars next to the red clay mound, and the intoxicating aroma of wine in the air, you can know that the water used by Zhang Jin and the mud is actually wine. If it's the wine sold in the market, it's just that, although he Old Man Liu will think it's a loser, but he won't say anything.

But from the jar and the aroma, Mr. Liu can tell that Zhang Jin is actually Mr. Liu and the old brother who are usually reluctant to drink, and cheekily buy an altar for 3,000 yuan and feel that they have taken advantage of the 'warm fragrance', 'nephrite' and 'beauty'...... These fine wines!

In the shouting of his teeth and claws, Old Man Liu took three steps and two steps to the front, pushed Zhang Jin away, squatted down and looked at the thick red mud that had been stirred and sticky with a painful face, and swept the more than a dozen empty black pottery jars next to him that made his heart ache even more, his angry lips trembled a little, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

After a long while, Old Man Liu stood up with fire on the top of his head, raised his big hands that were full of calluses from the pen shaft between his fingers, pointed at Zhang Jin's nose and scolded: "Why are you such a loser, you stinky boy!" So haode wine you use to play with mud? You're too good at spoiling good stuff! You're just ...... It's just ......", this old man's body is fortunate to have been recuperated by Zhang Jin, a miracle doctor, for a few days. Otherwise, his disease, which was not suitable for anger, would have flare-up immediately, and he might not have died. ,

Unlike when playing chess, this time Mr. Liu was really angry.

You must know that even if this old man who is addicted to alcohol has already lived in Zhang Jin's house, because of his illness, he only has a bowl of wine that is less than half a catty every day! Just such a bowl of wine, Mr. Liu always has to drink it for a full hour, sipping it in small sips, smacking it carefully, reluctant to drink the cow happily.

Although Zhang Jin thought in his heart, 'My own wine, can you control what I want?' But seeing that the old man who had always been childish was trembling by his angry lips, he had to say: "Old man, don't worry, you listen to my explanation!" ”

Seeing that although Old Man Liu still looked like that, he didn't squeak either, obviously waiting for his next explanation. So, Zhang Jin continued: "To tell you the truth, I and this mud are here to build a wine cellar for ourselves. ”

"Wine cellar, isn't that a good wine cellar? Why do you have to waste so much good wine? Old Man Liu was obviously extremely dissatisfied with Zhang Jin's excuse, and pointed to the basement where Zhang Jin stored wine and pulled his neck and shouted!

Zhang Jin turned a blind eye to Old Man Liu's bad attitude, and still replied unhurriedly: "I said Old Man Liu, you can barely be regarded as a half-expert in this drinking bar, but you are an authentic layman in this winemaking!"

In fact, this wine cellar is divided into a winemaking cellar and a wine storage cellar, one for wine making and the other for wine storage. If my ready-made wine cellar is a wine storage cellar, it is okay! But if you make wine, you can't do it.

Brewing wine in such a cellar, whether in jars, barrels, or pools, is nothing more than the 'warm aroma' and 'nephrite' that you've drunk before, and even if it could be better, it wouldn't be much better. If you want to make really good wine, this wine cellar is a must! ”

Old Man Liu is very unsure if he has visual and auditory hallucinations, and he is very unsure whether he is asleep or awake now! In the cognition of him and his old friends, even if he thinks that he has drunk all the fine wines in the world, he thinks that there are few wines that can be compared with the 'warm fragrance', 'nephrite' and 'beauty' produced by Zhang Jin, the master brewer! Even if there are a few that can be compared, they are all so expensive that they are staggering, and the cellaring time is a cultural relic-grade wine that can be remembered for a hundred years.

Therefore, until Zhang Jin's words were finished, Old Man Liu still had a long time to slow down, his ears were buzzing, and his mind was full of a few words: "''Taste the wine!'" 'Yet' but'...... It's still 'that'......"

In the end, after a long time, Old Man Liu shook his head and woke up from his disbelief, considering that he was really not qualified to argue with Zhang Jin, the 'brewing master', on this issue, so he had to hold an attitude of listening to it, and said in a deep voice: "Then this mud is ......"

Seeing that the old man was not as resolute as before, Zhang Jin picked up the shovel that was thrown aside by the old man and continued to stir the fragrant mud, and added an explanation: "Of course, this mud I am with is going to be used as the cellar mud of the winemaking cellar!" Do you know why Wuliangye, Luzhou Laojiao and Moutai have repeatedly emphasized that their wine cellars are old cellars? ”

I know that this old man Liu has two knives for drinking and tasting, but in terms of winemaking, Old Man Liu is purely a mallet, and he definitely doesn't know anything. So Zhang Jin didn't expect the old man to answer, but gave the answer to himself: "Just because the mud of the old cellar and the new cellar are very different." The old cellar is because there is cellar mud that has been soaked and fermented for many years, so the wine made from the same raw materials will be so many grades higher. We don't have the old cellar mud that has been impregnated with wine for hundreds of years, and I don't have the patience to slowly wait for the new cellar to become an old cellar, so I have to make this cellar mud myself! ”

Although Old Man Liu still had doubts about whether there was a good wine in Zhang Jin's mouth that was far better than 'warm fragrance' and 'nephrite', now that the words had been said to this point, he had no excuse to stop Zhang Jin from continuing to spoil things. So in order to avoid seeing distress, I simply came to 'out of sight and out of mind', turned around and went into the house.