Song Xingchen looked at Hang Kite's heartbeat racing, so cute Lori, it's so cute, soft and cute, I want to hug it.

And like her, there was Song Mutou, who stared at Hang Kite, and his face turned red.

However, it was Hang Kite who blushed faster than Song Mutou, and the little girl hid it shyly.

Hang Hang was helpless and dragged Hang Kite out: "You shouted that I would take you out to play, but every time you take you out, you look like this, after a long time, where can I take you out." ”

Hang Hang's tone was quite normal, just a little heavy, which was also caused by helplessness, but Hang Kite's eyes were already red, but she was not like Xiao Baihua deliberately reddened her eyes, but, she really thought that her brother was blaming her.

"Brother, I was wrong, you take me to play, I won't make you angry again."

Hang Kite's voice was soft and glutinous, not loud, Hang Hang's heart softened suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to hold Hang Kite's little hand.

"How could my brother not take you to play, don't worry."

Hang Kite smiled again.

Song Xingchen walked up to Hang Kite and stretched out his hand: "Little sister, let's go together." ”

In front of Hang Kite, Song Xingchen pretended to be a child in a disdainful tone, just to hold hands with Hang Kite.

Hang Kite saw a girl younger than herself, and she looked white and clean, and she liked it very much, stretched out her hand to hold Song Xingchen, and walked with Song Xingchen, she had completely and completely forgotten the elder brother Hang Hang.

And Yelang walked on Song Xingchen's side.

Hang Hang originally planned to go to Hang Kite's side, but was preempted by Song Mutou.

In order to take a look at the little beauty twice, Song Mutou simply deposited the ox cart in the shopkeeper's place, anyway, the tofu had already been delivered.

Hang Hang was angry when he saw this state, what was he going to do? What is this for? Bullying people, there is wood.

When several people came to the stage, there happened to be a troupe singing.

Song Xingchen found that the clothes worn by those Hua Dan in the troupe were colorful.

"Sister Hang Kite, those who sing have floral clothes to wear, why don't we have them."

Hang Kite shook his head: "I don't know, but my mother said that it is not good to wear cloth flower clothes, and the flower clothes of rich people are made of silk, and flower clothes made of cloth are worn with flowers, either a drama or a prostitute." ”

Song Xingchen's eyes widened dumbfounded, I was obedient, fortunately she didn't rush to put the dyeing industry on the agenda, I didn't expect the folk customs here to be so strange.

On the contrary, Hang Hang sneered.

"Cut, it's just that ordinary people can't afford to wear clothes with colors, and then they start to say sour things, what kind of clothes are not good, all of them are poor."

Hang Hang's words are very disrespectful in the ancient environment, there is no freedom of speech at this time, but he is the son of the county master's family, and he is not afraid of these.

But from a certain point of view, Hanghang's words are the truth, if you can't eat grapes, you will say that grapes are sour, and the process of an era is also related to the economic foundation at that time.

When people have money, it's the same no matter how they pretend to be, but when they don't have money, they go to think about those things that don't belong to them, it's better to completely isolate those things, since they don't think about it, there will be no unfair things.

But at least the technology of dyeing cloth has appeared in this era, but it is likely that the technology of dyeing cloth will cost too much and the cost will be too great.

Thinking of this, Song Xingchen no longer bothered about anything else, but only concentrated on watching the play.

But the more I looked, the more I couldn't understand it, and Song Xingchen was about to fall asleep.

And Hang Kite was obviously not interested, so he dragged Song Xingchen.

Two little girls came out.

When Yelang found out that he wanted to chase him out, the person who was squeezed over was so late, so he was a step late, and when he went out again, there was no one left.

And Hang Hang and Song Mutou also sensed the problem and squeezed out.

Song Xingchen and Hang Kite were outside a wine shop at the moment, and the aroma of wine was not afraid of the deep alley, and sure enough, when they arrived at the mouth of the alley, Song Xingchen and Hang Kite smelled a very fragrant smell of wine.

Song Xingchen can be sure that even a bottle of Moutai Wuliangye in modern times with thousands of flavors does not smell good.

But it smells good, but the taste is very light, saying that it is wine, more like juice.

Hang Kite suddenly remembered something: "I heard my father say that His Majesty the Emperor likes to drink the most, but he likes spicy wine the most, but we can't make spicy wine, but why doesn't His Majesty the Emperor like such fragrant wine, I like it very much." ”

But Song Xingchen was noticed by Hang Kite's spicy wine.

"You say spicy wine, is it the kind of wine that spicy throat is drunk in one gulp?"

"I don't know, I haven't drunk it, but even if I have it, I don't want to drink it, it's so bad to think about."

Song Xingchen was secretly happy, yes, that wine is indeed very spicy, but she seems to be about to send it.

As soon as I thought about it, I saw a group of people crowding towards the liquor store.

Song Xingchen and Hang Kite were squeezed to the front, and in desperation, they could only walk in that direction.

When the two of them stood firmly, they saw the door of the wine shop open, and the group came out, divided into two teams, each standing on one side, with several large wine barrels in front of them, and then various bowls.

"Today, thanks to all of you, participate in the wine fighting meeting of our Sun family wine shop, this winning wine will be used as a royal wine tribute to His Majesty the Emperor, below, start the wine fight."

It is impossible for Song Xingchen and Hang Yuan, two girls, to stand here without attracting attention, but because the two of them are not very old, the people around them mistakenly thought that who brought the child, and they didn't care.

The wine in the two wine tanks was opened, and the fragrant fragrance came, but Song Xingchen found that the color of the wine was a little turbid, which was obviously not distilled, the alcohol was not stimulated, and the wine was not precipitated thoroughly enough.

If you distill it again, the quality of the sake will be completely different.

She took a sip of saliva, no matter what, this wine is really fragrant.

All the adults present got a sip of wine, and Song Xingchen followed her neck to look, and was discovered by the little girl who shared the wine and deliberately teased her.

"Little girl, do you want to have a bite?"

The little guy waited for Song Xingchen's red face, but he didn't expect that Song Xingchen not only did not have a red face, but nodded vigorously.

The little guy was a little surprised, looked at the man in front of the two wine barrels, the man nodded, and the little guy handed Song Xingchen two bowls of wine.

"Little brother, can you give me another glass of water?" Song Xingchen said.

The little guy paused for a moment: "Are you afraid of getting drunk?" Don't worry, I'll give you a sip, it's not good to get drunk. ”

"No, this wine tasting must be rinsed after tasting a glass of wine, otherwise the two wines will definitely have a cross-flavor, which is not fair, authentic, and authentic for the second glass of wine."

As soon as the people around heard that it made sense, they asked for water.

Xiao Er simply took out a bucket of water and put it in the middle of the barrel, whoever wanted to drink water would take it himself, but he specially handed Song Xingchen a glass.

Song Xingchen drank the first cup first, this is plum blossom wine, the wine is soft in the mouth, rich in taste, and sweet at the back, suitable for people and girls with weak personalities.

After taking a sip of water and rinsing his mouth again, the second glass of wine tasted stronger, but it was made from sorghum, but the fermentation time was not enough, and it was not distilled.

If this wine is distilled, it will taste thousands or hundreds of times better than what you have made yourself.

After drinking both cups, Song Xingchen just tasted it, although he was not drunk, his cheeks were still red.

Hang Yuan dragged Song Xingchen: "Xingxing, are you drunk?" ”

Song Xingchen shook his head: "No." ”

Hang Yuan looked at Song Xingchen with admiration: "You are so powerful." ”

After everyone finished drinking, they all found that if they rinsed their mouths according to what Song Xingchen said, they could taste the good and bad better.

In terms of taste, it is natural that the flavor of plum wine is stronger and the taste is sufficient.

But His Majesty the Emperor wants spirits, and the wine is too soft to fit the standard, but the sorghum wine is better.

Song Xingchen said: "Your wine is not spicy enough." ”

In fact, for everyone else, this wine is already the spiciest.

Song Xingchen raised his head and said with an arrogant face: "Anyway, I have drunk wine that is spicier than yours." ”

Everyone was amazed, it was so spicy...... Is that just the tribute wine?

More people are speculating about where this little girl came from, could it be a nobleman? But Song Xingchen was talking about the wine he brewed.

If these people knew, it would only be even more incredible.

I don't know how many people are brewing spicy wine in Quan Da Zhou, but it can be brewed by a little girl, it's really ...... It's incredible.

Song Xingchen was about to pull Hang Kite away, when he heard the shouts of Hang Hang and Song Mutou, Yelang's face was already iron-blue, and he was thinking about how to spank Song Xingchen when he caught him.

This girl is too willful.

Song Xingchen pulled Hang Kite and squeezed out of the crowd and ran outside.

What Song Xingchen didn't know was that the process of tasting wine that he casually said was passed down and became a rule of the wine shop.

Song Xingchen followed the voice and found Song Mutou, Hang Hang and Yelang.

As soon as he saw Yelang's cold face, Song Xingchen subconsciously trembled, and was about to hide behind Hang Kite, but Hang Kite was already scared and crying by his brother's black face, but even so, he took the initiative to speak.

"Brother, it's all my fault, I ran out with the stars."

Song Xingchen didn't expect Hang Kite to take all the blame on himself.

In fact, Hang Kite is a little girl who is two years older than herself.

But Hang Kite seems that she is her sister, so she has the responsibility to protect her sister.

Song Xingchen was moved and pulled Hang Kite behind him: "It's my fault, it has nothing to do with Hang Kite." ”

Song Mutou was unceremoniously: "Guess you know that you pulled Hang Kite out, do you know that it is very dangerous here?" ”

Song Xingchen stared at Song Mutou with wide eyes, this must not be her own brother.

Yelang heard Song Mutou accuse Song Xingchen of being a little dissatisfied, frowning, his own girl, he can teach a lesson, and others are not happy to look at her with bad eyes.