Outside the tavern, there was chaos, and it was impossible to see anything clearly.

Fang Chen looked at the chaotic appearance at the door, waiting for his first customer to arrive.

Before I could see him, I heard a deep voice from outside.

"Yo! Three bowls are not enough, I want to see how good this tavern is! ”

Fang Chen also had a little doubt in his mind after hearing the voice outside the tavern:

Three bowls are not enough? How can this sentence be so familiar.

Just as I was thinking, the threshold of the tavern was to step into a person.

The man was tall, dressed in a coarse cloth coat, with a somewhat messy hair, and a whistle stick in his hand.

has been the company's HR for two years, and Fang Chen can be said to have come easily to know people.

As soon as the man entered the door, he first placed the whistle stick in the corner of the wall leaning against the inner door.

Then he greeted Fang Chen and said:

"Hey, I said shop, what good wine do you have here, three bowls are not enough, what a big breath."

Fang Chen also followed the man's words and said with a smile:

"Haha, this master, the wine in this store is spirits, and after three bowls of belly, you will fall to the ground."

The man also raised his head and laughed wildly:

"Okay, just say this to you, bring me eighteen bowls, I want to see if your three bowls are not fake. If I don't pour after drinking eighteen bowls, I'll smash your sign. ”

When Fang Chen heard this, he also sneered in his heart:

This girl is bragging!

Hehe, this ancient man just didn't know the power of this modern wine.

In ancient times, there was no koji, and most of the liquor was made by sealing the ground with grain and medicinal herbs, relying on the anaerobic respiration of plants and the natural fermentation of microorganisms in biology.

Generally, the degree is low, and it tastes similar to fruit wine.

But this old Beijing Erguotou, that degree is very good.

Isn't this going to pour this guy down?

Fang Chen saw that this guy was so arrogant, and he didn't explain too much.

Eighteen large bowls were taken out from the counter, lined up, and then the old Beijing Erguotou that had just been drawn in the system was taken out from the wine shelf, and the eighteen bowls full of wine were placed on a long table.

Suddenly, a strong aroma of wine strolled through the tavern.

After smelling the wine, the man also nodded heavily and said:

"Good, good, it's really good wine."

Fang Chen also nodded in his heart after hearing this, it's not a good wine, this wine has a lot of stamina.

"Objective, please?"

Fang Chen took a step back and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please.

The man also laughed, stepped forward, picked up a bowl of wine with both hands and put it on his nose and took a deep breath.

"Haha, it's really good wine."

Don't say more, just raise your head and drink it all.

"Ah~! Haha, rejoice! It's a pleasure! ”

Then came the second bowl, another sip of beef drink.

3rd bowl, 4th bowl..................

Fang Chen on the side looked stupid, who the hell is this guy.

It's the first time he's seen drinking like this, and there's no appetizer for it, so he does it directly, and he directly cooks eight bowls in one go.

He is also familiar with history, but he really can't remember who can drink like this in history.

Didn't the ancients all spend time before and under the moon, and talk about wine?

In Fang Chen's opinion, the ancients drank wine, and in his words, it was two words, slightly drunk.

At this moment when Fang Chen was stunned, the man had already reached the seventeenth bowl directly.

"Gooo

There was the sound of wine in his throat, and the man turned back to Fang Chen after drinking the seventeenth bowl of wine and smiled:

"Shopkeeper, your wine is different from what I drink elsewhere, strong enough, strong enough. I like it, hahahaha..............."

Fang Chen has always been a drinker, so it can be said that he can be regarded as half a wine putty.

At the wine table, there is also an unwritten rule:

Drink well, things are in order.

The more people can drink, the more open their hearts will be.

Looking at the amount of alcohol in front of him, Fang Chen had already admired him in his heart.

couldn't help but speak:

"The strong man is really a good drinker, dare to ask the strong man's name."

For those who can drink, they are still an ancient, Fang Chen really wants to understand well.

In his previous life, he was also a graduate student in the Department of History at XX University, and he was also very interested in ancient Chinese wine culture.

My graduation project is also about the spread and influence of Chinese historical wine culture.

For such an ancient person who could drink in front of him, Fang Chen was really ashamed that he didn't know his name.

He thought that if he could return to Earth one day, he would have to add this experience back to his thesis.

The ancients were actually not good at drinking, because the alcohol they drank was not high, and it was naturally fermented?

What do they drink for the sake of having a good time? Hang over and dispel sorrows? A glass of wine releases military power, borrowing wine for something?

the birds!

Fang Chen felt that the views in his original paper were one-sided and narrow.

At least the strong man standing in front of him slapped him in the face alive.

Practice is the root of all conjectures, and it is not enough to talk about it on paper.

The strong man also laughed when he looked at Fang Chen.

Stretched out his hand and took the eighteenth bowl of wine on the wooden table in his hand, and then with the other hand, he directly led the large wine jar on the ground with one hand.

"Haha, shopkeeper, my Wu Song drank very happily today, since you asked my name, I, Wu Song, am also very willing to make you a friend, come and make this cup for us."

After saying that, he directly put the eighteenth bowl of wine in his hand in Fang Chen's hand, and then held the wine jar in both hands and directly raised it and began to drink.

When Fang Chen heard the man's name, his eyes had already become a little dull.

"Wu, Wu Song............ is actually fighting the tiger Wu Song!"

Fang Chen was full of excitement, and suddenly remembered.

That's right, three bowls can't be posted! I looked at the solid and strong body in front of me again.

This amount of alcohol, this head, and this bold style of acting are not Wu Song, the big tiger hero in his heart, after listening to the Chinese teacher's lecture in elementary school!

However, isn't this Wu Song a character who appears in the novel?

Could it be that there really is such a person in history?

Oops, whatever! I can travel to this broken tavern, and there is still a system in my head, and now it is not normal for me to meet the hero of my childhood.

Wu Song hugged the wine jar and grunted, and after a few big sips in succession, he stopped.

Seeing that Fang Chen was stunned and didn't drink, he couldn't help but say a little angrily:

"Shop, why is that? Could it be that you look down on me Wu Song. ”

Fang Chen came back to his senses at this time, and then hurriedly spoke:

"No, no, no, Brother Wu, you misunderstood, I didn't expect to meet you here. This is the third life of my Fang Chen, I am fortunate to be able to see your true face in this life. ”

Wu Song naturally didn't understand the meaning of Fang Chen's words, he only thought that he was praising himself, "Haha, Brother Fang Chen's words are really pleasant." In that case, let's dry this bowl of wine. ”

Fang Chen also said:

"That's, that's, it's really a good thing to be able to drink with Brother Wu."

Then he also raised his hand, grunted, and drank the wine in his hand.

"Hahaha, okay, another bowl."

Wu Song directly worried about the wine jar and poured a bowl of wine for Fang Chen.

"Good!"

Fang Chen was also unambiguous, and drank it all again.

In the end, Fang Chen still didn't have the amount of alcohol like Wu Song, two big bowls and two pots were in his stomach, and Fang Chen only felt a fire in his heart.

Wu Song saw that Fang Chen also drank it all, and said with a smile:

"Haha, happy, I didn't expect Brother Fang to be a good drinker. Here, another bowl. ”

After that, Wu Song picked up the big wine jar again, ready to pour wine for Fang Chen.

Fang Chen really couldn't drink it, and the two seas bowl and two pots were already his limit.

He has never been convinced by anyone who drinks, but today he also made a mistake in front of Wu Song.

He wanted to refuse, but when he saw Wu Song's enthusiastic face, he didn't speak.

So today he will sacrifice his life to accompany the hero.

"Okay, Brother Wu, you and I won't get drunk today."

However, what Fang Chen didn't expect was next.

There was no more wine in the jar.

Wu Song hugged the wine jar and smiled embarrassedly:

"Haha, I'm sorry, Brother Fang, I couldn't control my mouth just now, I drank too much."