"The taste is the same, it's not the problem of the wine, it's your problem, let's say, what kind of wine have you drunk lately? Raise your mouth again? ”

"Morning and sunset, do you have it?"

Yijing looked at him and said disgustedly:

"How long has it been, why can't you brew morning and evening dew? Are you sure you're the No. 1 wine merchant at Sake Lodge? ”

“…… You man! ”

The middle-aged man glanced at him.

Very unlucky.

"The morning and evening dew are long gone, and now you tell me that your mouth was raised by the morning and evening dew? Do you want to fight? ”

"Who said that the day and night are dewed?"

A clear glare, backpointing to the side of the young man.

"He's got it!"

"Huh?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of a clear finger.

There was a young man standing there.

Thin and straight, you can see that you are very human at a glance.

And if you still know Yijing, then you are not an ordinary person.

"Who is this?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man, and there was something strange in his heart.

This young man, judging from the age of his bones, seems to be about twenty, very young, but this style and cultivation of the whole body are really not simple!

Which brilliant son is this?

"Tan Shen, businessman."

The young man looked at the middle-aged man and replied unhurriedly.

Merchant?

The middle-aged man's gaze paused.

"Ah, it's such a farmer, this is my son-in-law, I came here to discuss with you this time, about the management rights of Nanpian Er Jinpanlu-"

In order to prevent the old monk from spitting out any more shocking words.

The humble and dry shopkeeper Qiao, who was laughing, interjected under the pressure of being twisted off his head.

Fortunately, with his help, Steward Zhang, who was still benevolent and righteous, also opened his mouth.

Laughed:

"Owner, this matter, the old slave is about to report to you, the goods of the shopkeeper have an accident in Xibakou, and he can't make up for the fine food needed this time——"

"And Shopkeeper Qiao has a lot of fine grain there, so he was about to let someone send that batch of grain, and it just so happened that his son-in-law wanted to take the right to operate Nanpian Er's Jinpanlu, so he came together——"

"You were a guest before, so the old slave asked Tan Gongzi to wait for a while, who knows-"

When he said this, his expression was helpless.

Quietly glanced at the monk on the side, and the next words were a little self-evident.

The middle-aged man, the owner of this Imperial Wine Villa, nodded clearly.

glanced at the one that has been like a day for decades, regardless of the occasion, regardless of the time, anytime and anywhere, and laughed.

"If it weren't for your martial arts, I don't know how many times you have been beaten to death!"

"Whew-"

One net dismissive.

"You have a lot of rules!"

"Look at what you said, where is the lack of rules? Could it be that if you don't become a Buddha, there are no rules? Is it because you don't follow the rules at all? ”

Yao Shentian really has no temper with this person.

Waved his hand helplessly.

"Forget it, I don't know how many times I'm going to be angry with you, since I know each other, let's go, go to the backyard and sit-"

He turned around and led the people to the back yard.

The back yard is full of flowers, and all kinds of exotic flowers and plants on the market can be seen everywhere, and it is really prosperous to imagine.

Shopkeeper Chun and Shopkeeper Qiao sighed again and again on their faces, but they were shocked in their hearts.

This Imperial Wine Villa really does not lose to the palace!

Or even say something disrespectful.

It's a little more prosperous than the royal palace.

After the group was seated.