Early the next morning, except for the monkey who stayed in the combat vehicle, everyone else rode the Land Rover and went straight to Lao Li Tou's house. Lao Li Tou's house is more than 20 kilometers away from the sea house, at the beginning of the country dirt road is quite smooth, but later the road becomes rugged and difficult to walk, the second half is still a mountain road, but everyone abandoned the car and changed to walking.

The snow in the mountains fell early, the mountains were silvery white, the branches were thick rime, and when the mountain wind swept by, it brought up a burst of snow, which made people unable to open their eyes.

It was close to noon when we arrived at a small village. There are more than a dozen families in the village, and when they are far away, they ask for a smell of wine, and Uncle Hai and everyone stop at the door of a wine workshop, pulling his neck and shouting: "Old Li Tou!" Open the door! I'm Zhao Laosan! ”

After a while, an old man of medium stature and a little hunchback walked out of the house slowly, on crutches but in good spirits, wearing a thick leather jacket, bare head without a hat, and his sparse hair was meticulously combed, and scolded as he walked: "The third child? Why are you here again, I just asked you to take away a jar of wine from me at noon yesterday, why are you not done yet? You old calf, it's not good when you come. ”

Uncle Hai said happily: "Hurry up and let your daughter-in-law cook the two dishes, my son is here with their leader." ”

Lao Li raised his eyes to look at everyone and asked, "Xiaohai is back?" Where? Let me see what this little turtle calf looks like. ”

The sea lined up and everyone stood in front of them and said loudly: "Uncle, I'm back!" ”

Lao Li raised his head and looked at the sea with wide eyes: "Oh mom, have you grown so big?" When you left, you were still like a bean, hurry up and take a look! ”

Saying that, looking up and down the sea, Uncle Hai said to Lao Li Tou at the top of his voice, "What do you mean?" You won't be allowed to enter your house? ”

When Lao Li heard this, he patted his head and said, "It's not like that, hurry into the house, forget about this snowy day, hurry into the house." And who! The second family's family, the whole two dishes, the family is here and (the guest)! ”

Speak and let the people into the house. When Rowan passed by the gate of the winery, he saw a poem on the wall: I am drunk without drinking, the five grains are brewed with its taste, and the confidant is hidden in the cup, and it is like a beautiful woman's tears.

Everyone entered the house on the kang, sat on the chair, and settled down properly, Luo Wen spoke first: "Uncle Li, we are here today to inquire about something." ”

Lao Li was holding a cigarette and was lighting a fire, and when he heard Luo Wen's question, he quickly put down the cigarette and said, "Look! What can this big cadre do with me, an old man? ”

After speaking, he peeked at Uncle Xiahai, who smoked a big cigarette pouch and said: "Old Li Tou, these are all big cadres above, no one cares about your two jars of wine, look at you like that!" ”

Lao Li glanced at Uncle Hai and looked at Luo Wen. Luo Wen then asked, "Uncle Li, that's the case, we want to know the origin of the jar you put in the wine." ”

After hearing this, Lao Li Tou looked at Luo Wen in a daze, and asked rhetorically, "The origin of the jar?" Rowan nodded.

Old Li Touqi said: "Don't you ask how this wine is made?" Rowan smiled and shook his head.

"Don't want this wine either?" Rowan shook his head again.

Lao Li Tou looked at the young man in front of him again, with a medium build, white skin, half-length hair, a black-rimmed glasses, and a hard suit (the cold combat uniform uniformed by the team, similar to a jacket), looking and amiable.

Lao Li took a puff of cigarette and said, "What do you say about that thing, what the old man has at home is a broken jar." ”

Rowan asked again, "Can Uncle Li take us to have a look?" ”

Lao Li Tou pondered for a while, and led everyone to the back of the winery.

Just put behind is a big open space, for what is said to be open land, because it can be seen at a glance that it is cultivated land, the corn stalks after the autumn harvest are mixed in the snowdrifts, and the ploughed land still leaves shallow ravines, but this land is very flat, covered with a thick layer of snow, and there are dozens of clay pots scattered behind this land, which are exactly the same as Zhang Chengjia's clay pots. Hexiang and Zulong hurriedly inspected the clay pot, and the comparison results also confirmed this.

Luo Wen asked Lao Li Tou: "Uncle, I want to know where this jar came from?" Lao Li Tou tucked his neck into his leather jacket and pointed to the open space in front of him and told the story of the clay pot.

I don't know what Lao Li Tou's original name is, and my family has called him Ergouzi since I remember, so now the name of the household registration is Li Ergou.

Li Ergou was born in 1931, that is, the year he was born, the famous "Wicker Lake Incident" occurred, which opened the prelude to the Japanese Kwantung Army being ordered to invade and occupy the Northeast.

In 1932, when Li Ergou was one year old, Harbin fell, so his childhood is a history of blood and tears of the Chinese nation, his father was first arrested Zhuang Ding to be a puppet army, and later was arrested by the Kuomintang to fight the Communist Party, and later died in a blocking battle, his mother went into the city to find his father, and never came back.

When Li Ergou was seven years old, Xu Fushan, the landlord of the same village, accepted Li Ergou to herd cattle for himself, and Li Ergou did rough work in Xu Fushan's house. Sleeping in the cowshed at night, for three years, and then Xu Fushan was killed by the bandits on the mountain, although Li Ergou clapped his hands and applauded, but this time he had no work, and he followed the bandits up the mountain.

A few days later, the bandit leader formed an army on his own, and he also made himself a marshal, but this handsome butt was not hot and was cut off by another warlord, Li Ergou picked up his life, and fled back to the current village with an old bandit on the mountain, which is the old bandit's hometown.

The old bandit is also nameless, this village is called Wangjiatun, and most of the people in the village have the surname Wang, all of whom are the old bandits' own families, and they are all called old bandits in the village.

The ancestor of the strong-eyed son has been making wine for eight generations, and he has not broken his craft in his life, so he led Li Ergou to make a living in the old winery. Li Ergou's ability to make wine is passed on by Qiangyanzi, who has been a bachelor for a lifetime, and takes Li Ergou as his own son, and when Li Ergou was seventeen years old, Qiangyanzi led Li Ergou to brew 300 jars of stuffy donkeys, dug the ground and buried them, buried a total of three layers, one hundred cans per layer, and planned to keep them and sell them for a lot of money.

And this jar was stolen from the cellar of the little Japanese when Japan was defeated and withdrawn, and no one knows what Lu Dao was for.

Li Ergou recalled that this cellar was very large and could walk tanks, and the jars were piled up in one of the rooms, there were 1,800 of them, and he stole more than 300 of them overnight and never dared to go back.

If you want to say that this clay pot can also be exchanged for money and spending, no matter how bad it is, it can be exchanged for some rice and noodles, but when I moved dozens of clay pots after the last few days, I seemed to see something, and I didn't dare to go back again. Li Ergou sent a strong eye, supported the small wine shop by himself, and later married a daughter-in-law, gave birth to a baby, and the reputation of the stuffy donkey also increased, and the life was good.

Luo Wen calculated, Lao Li Tou is eighty-one this year, which means that this wine jar has been buried under the ground for sixty-four years, just one Jiazi and four years, that is to say, the clay pot found in Zhang Cheng's house should also have received Tai Sui's fairy spirit within four years after the Japanese army withdrew, and it would not make sense to push another Jiazi forward.

Luo Wen asked again, "Uncle Li, how much have you sold this wine?" ”

Lao Li stretched out two fingers and said, "Just two hundred cans." ”

Uncle Hai took a puff of his cigarette pouch and scolded with a smile: "You old calf, you don't tell the truth to the leaders of our troops!"

After hearing this, Lao Li Tou glared at Uncle Hai with slanted eyes, looked at Luo Wen with a slightly red face and said, "Actually, I can't buy fifty cans."

Seeing Luo Wen's strange face, he explained: "The limit of this wine is a hundred years, catch up with the time to open the seal, this wine does not drink and get drunk, if you taste a sip, it is more than a fairy, so I rarely make a move, and it is also Zhao Laosan and their old calves, and in another thirty years to find a knowledgeable person to sell, my two eldest grandsons will not have to nest in the mountains like me for the rest of their lives." ”

After speaking, Lao Li Tou was slightly stunned. Luo Wen grew up in the institute since he was a child, although his adoptive father took him like his own son, but he didn't see him a few times throughout the year, and he was a little indifferent to this kind of family affection after thinking, but Yun Yi shed tears when he heard this, and sighed that as a father and mother for his children and grandchildren, she couldn't help but think of her parents at home all the year round, and everyone else was also hot.

Rowan then asked, "Who have you sold these more than forty cans of wine to?" ”

Lao Li Tou lit a cigarette roll and returned: "They are all old people in the village, and the daughter-in-law of the family sends the old man, and only those who have a little friendship dare to come to me with a cheeky face to ask for a can, I also half sell and half give, and people drink wine and send this jar back, isn't it all piled up." A faceless turtle calf like Zhao Laosan came to drink wine. ”

After speaking, he glared at Uncle Hai, and Uncle Hai smiled and smoked his cigarette pouch, as if he didn't take it to heart at all. After listening to this, Hexiang went to count the jars, and Luo Wen asked again: "Haven't you ever bought people from other villages?" ”

Lao Li took a puff of cigarette before saying: "I am reluctant to drink this wine at home, how can I still sell it to people from other villages, I also point to this wine and let my grandson live in a high-rise building and drive a foreign car!" ”

He Xiang and Lao Li Tou counted the clay pots again, and they were indeed right.

Xing Song suddenly asked, "You brewed three hundred cans?" ”

Lao Li Tou thought for a while and said, "No, I brewed three hundred and eighteen cans, buried these three hundred cans, and drank the eighteen cans of wine on the day they were made." But after you said this, I suddenly remembered something, on the day of the wine, my father invited the village gentlemen to drink, and I remember that someone asked for a can of wine and left. ”

"Who?"

Lao Li Tou thought for a long time and didn't remember, and said, "I can't remember!" I'm only seventeen, sixty years ago, and who can remember this thing for so long. But when the man left, he left a poem for my father, which was the one in front of the winery, and my father liked this poem, so he found someone to go to the winery, and when I renovated the winery ten years ago, I also found someone to describe it again. But when I think about it, the man seems to be a gentleman. ”

"Sir?"

Yun Yi looked at the sea, and the sea explained: "Mr. is the name of Mr. Feng Shui in our northeast, also called Shen'er"

Rowan recalled the poem at the door, and secretly circled the gentleman with a red pen in his heart.