A new day.

Su Jiu'er was doing housework at home as usual, and after Chu Yao had finished feeding some 'little pets', he took the two stunned people to carry a dilapidated carriage with three bags of wheat on it, went out, and came to the village to prepare to dry.

Li Jinzhou's work is quite reliable, he directly harvested all the wheat yesterday, and by the way, he beat the wheat again, so he will dry it as soon as possible today.

When they came to the open space at the head of the village, there were already many villagers drying wheat there, and when they saw Chu Yao coming, they all greeted them warmly.

Li Jinzhou was also there, while helping Widow Sun dry the wheat, while laughing with her, and I didn't know what to say, the funny Widow Sun laughed so much that the old men who smoked dry tobacco in the next few villages stopped chatting, and their eyes were straight.

Seeing Chu Yao's arrival, Li Jinzhou immediately threw down Widow Sun, provoked Widow Sun to roll her eyes, and came over.

But Widow Sun also wanted to come over, looking at Chu Yao like a tiger wolf, but she was rejected many times, and she couldn't hold it on her face after all, so she could only do it.

"Chu Yao, is this wine of yours already brewed?" Li Jinzhou looked directly at the wine gourd on Chu Yao's waist and said with a dry smile.

"It was just brewed early this morning. Chu Yao glanced at him and said.

"Give me a pot. Li Jinzhou wiped his saliva.

"A pot of 100,000 catties of source stones. Chu Yao said contemptuously, "You are poorer than you owe me so much gambling and haven't paid it back, do you still have money?"

"I owe it first, and I'll give it to you later. Li Jinzhou said indifferently.

"No, no credit. Chu Yao said viciously, "You're addicted to prostitution for nothing, aren't you? Even if you prostitute others for nothing all day long, you dare to come and prostitute me for nothing? Believe it or not, I soaked you into wine and drank it?"

"You're misunderstanding me. Li Jinzhou sighed, and said in a vicissitudes of voice, "I'm not a prostitute for nothing, but the spirit of mutuality, Internet, and sharing that you Chinese people admire..."

Chu Yao didn't bother to pay attention to him, untied the sack, spread the wheat evenly on the ground, and then sat down on a stone pier, took out his wine gourd, opened the wine stopper, and took a sip.

The smell of wine suddenly dispersed, and the surrounding villagers of Ping'an Village suddenly swallowed their saliva in unison, and looked at this side, but no one stepped forward to ask for it.

The farmers in the fields have very little entertainment on weekdays, and in addition to playing with their daughters-in-law at night, the rest is to drink together, because as long as they drink, they feel that they can go to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun, so almost every person in Ping'an Village is a drunkard.

However, Chu Yao asked them to drink it once before, first let them get a big wine vat that could allow three strong men to take a bath in it together, and then filled the wine vat with well water, and finally just poured a drop, and put it directly in the entire Ping'an Village.

Since then, everyone has known the power of Chu Yao's wine, although it is uncomfortable to itch, but they don't dare to drink it easily.

And it's right now.

An energetic old man in cloth with a few young disciples kept his nose twitching, sniffing the smell of wine and entering the village, they saw Chu Yao at a glance, and immediately came over.

"Little brother, you wine..."The old man in cloth stared at the wine gourd in Chu Yao's hand with his eyes, and stopped talking.

"Uncle, you can't drink this wine. Chu Yao glanced at the old man in cloth and smiled, but shook his head and said.

"Why?" the old man in cloth was stunned for a moment, and said in amazement.

"Little brother, are you afraid that we won't be able to afford it?" a young male disciple of the old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry about this, we are not short of money, we can still afford to drink just a pot of wine." ”

As he spoke, the young male disciple took out a large ingot of gold and put it in front of Chu Yao.

The currency between the cultivators is the source stone, but the currency between ordinary people is still gold and silver.

But the only female disciple took out another ingot of gold and put it in front of Chu Yao together.

Facing everyone's eyes, the female disciple's face turned red, and she said in a voice: "I just think that one ingot of gold is too little, and the wine that Master likes must be of extraordinary value, how can one ingot of gold be enough?"

Several of Xue Daofeng's male disciples were all black-faced.

There is no need to explain, because explanation is a cover-up.

Don't you just think this farmer is good-looking?

A pot of wine is exchanged for two ingots of gold, and it is a shame that you women can do such a loss.

"It's not something you can't afford to drink. Chu Yao smiled gently at Xue Daofeng's female disciple, but he still shook his head and said patiently, "It's that my wine is too domineering for you, if you take a sip, you will get drunk to death, and I'm not interested in killing people for no reason." ”

"Little brother, if you say that, I'm not sleepy. The old man in cloth suddenly became interested, and said with a smile, "The old man has drunk not a thousand but eight hundred, you have never heard of a wine that claims to be able to directly get drunk to death, is it really so domineering?"

"Really. Chu Yao nodded and said, "Only people above the Dragon Tribulation can drink it, one bite and one realm, at most four mouthfuls directly ascend to a higher level, leave the dry domain, and not reach the realm of the Dragon Transformation Tribulation, one bite and one life, and die violently on the spot, without exception." ”

The old man in cloth and several other male disciples all showed a look of doubt on their faces that you are afraid that you are not teasing me.

Can you drink a sip of wine that breaks through a realm, and is lower than the realm of the Dragon Tribulation, will there be this kind of wine in this world?

Do you think I believe it or not?

"I took a sip yesterday, and I didn't die. Li Jinzhou muttered on the side, dismantling Chu Yao's platform.

"The little sip you spied yesterday is just the base wine, I haven't mixed it with anything else, if you really want to join, you're lying down now, and you can be ravaged by your three concubines. "Chu Yao didn't have a good airway.

Li Jinzhou, who was robbed of white, retreated, but still muttered there quietly.

"Little brother, the more you say that, the more excited I become. The old man in cloth said with a smile, "It's better to do this, you make a price, what conditions can make the old man take a sip?"

"Oh, these are old and decrepit treasures, you can pick whatever you like. ”

As he spoke, the old man in cloth took out a few paintings and a few pens from his arms, spread them on the ground one by one, and let Chu Yao choose.

"Painting Saint, Xue Daofeng?"

Seeing these paintings on the ground, Li Jinzhou's eyes suddenly froze, revealing the identity of the old man in cloth.

The old man in cloth laughed and said, "The old man is Xue Daofeng, but he doesn't dare to draw the word saint, it's just that others show love." ”

The few young disciples behind him unconsciously straightened their backs, and there was pride on their faces.

Painting the Holy Xue Daofeng, which is recognized by the entire Qianyu, one-handed painting has reached the peak, close to the Tao, although it is only the innate psychic realm, but with the help of painting, the existence of the heavenly phenomena and the god realm can be sealed into the painting.

Each painting is no longer a simple painting, only for appreciation, but a magic weapon that can be used for fighting.

"I'm not interested in your paintings, you... Huh?" Chu Yao was about to shake his head and refuse, but suddenly noticed that one of the paintings turned out to be the famous Qingming Riverside Picture of the Chinese people.

But it's certainly not the original, it's an imitation.

However, even if it is an imitation painting, Xue Daofeng's pen power is indeed amazing, worthy of the name of the painting saint, this imitation painting of the Qingming Riverside Picture is not worse than the original painting in any respect.

And because of Xue Daofeng's painting skills that are close to Taoism, this imitation painting of the Qingming Shanghe is also a good magic weapon, which has the effect of calming people's mood.

"Little brother fell in love with this painting?" Xue Daofeng suddenly smiled, "This painting is my imitation painting, the original painting I heard that it is a famous painting of the ancient Chinese people, I have never seen the original painting, and I saw their imitation painting, so I was happy and imitated it." ”

"If you like it, this painting will be given to you, just in exchange for this pot of wine in your hand, little brother. ”

"Master, you..." The young male disciples behind him all had helpless expressions on their faces.

Master Xue Daofeng is good at everything, it's just a problem, as long as he likes something, he doesn't care whether the price he pays matches the actual value of the other party's things, even if he goes bankrupt, he has to get it, and it's not just limited to wine.

Emperor Qianhuang once rewarded Xue Daofeng with a manor with a radius of 100 acres, but Xue Daofeng won a person who had treasured the ink stone for many years, and actually gave the huge manor to others, just to get the ink stone, and directly took the child back to his parents' house in a girlish manner.

It's been five or six years now, but Shi Niang still looks at everyone with a Sima face all day long.

And now again.

But this time they went to the royal capital, preparing to give a birthday gift to a certain court boss, Xue Daofeng painted it for a whole month before throwing the pen knot, expressing satisfaction, but it was actually used by Xue Daofeng here to exchange for wine and drink, which really made them disciples unable to speak.