Hearing such a voice, Wen Fei's heart moved, this is the best time to publicize. How did Moutai enter the international market back then? It didn't rely on fake falls? Although our blended wine is a little worse, and there is no way to compare it with Moutai, but these devils who have never seen the world in front of us are much easier to fool than the foreign devils later, right?

Simply, scoop up a bowl of wine and pour it back into the barrel. I saw the hops splashing, like broken jade, and the color was like the sweetest spring water, and there was no other variegation. What is it called? That's it.

As mentioned earlier, during the Northern Song Dynasty, the wine-making process was still very poor. There is no distilled liquor yet, and even if there is, such technology must still be locked in someone's house as a family heirloom, and the technology cannot spread at all. What's more, the early distillation technology may not be able to achieve the sealing, and it will not be able to make too good liquor.

There is no wine seller near Wenfei, and it is better to have a porridge-like village brew than the porridge that Wen Fei saw last time. But the good ones are extremely limited, and they are all fermented wines, fermented from grains, or wild fruits. And the filtration technology at that time was not very good, wasn't it green ant new brew wine and red clay small stove in Tang poems?

It sounds romantic, but in fact, the filtration technology is not good. The impurities in the flesh of the wine are not clean, and they are suspended in the wine like small green ants.

Looking at the Water Margin, why is it called sifting wine to drink in ancient times? That is, there are too many impurities in it, and when you drink it, you have to simply filter it to sift out the liquor so that it is not too thick......

In fact, the so-called fermented wine is rice wine and old wine. If there are old people who still make rice wine, you can see that there are still many rice grains in it, all of which have to be filtered out.

Therefore, with the sad winemaking technology and technology of this era, seeing such a colorless and transparent liquor is like seeing something strange.

"Can you taste it?" the old man had just spoken.

Wen Fei hesitated for a moment: "That?" He looked around, and now the inner and outer three floors were full of people. If one person tastes some, the wine will be gone.

"It's the old Meng Lang!" the old man suddenly realized, and took out a piece of gold from his sleeve, which was not very thin, and seemed to be an oval shape. Wen Fei took it, and his heart moved: Could this be the legendary golden leaf?

When I read martial arts novels, Wen Fei was most envious of those high-rollers who spent a lot of money. Often when you go out, you don't bring silver taels, and you bring silver tickets, and the minimum for each is 10,000. Even if you bring some change, it's all gold leaves.

Now that Wen Fei sees the real thing, he wants to put it between his teeth and bite it to see if it is real gold...... But now in front of so many people, Wen Fei really can't do such a humiliating thing. He generously scooped up a bowl of wine and handed it over.

The old man didn't answer, so naturally someone handed him a silver bowl, and said a little apologetically: "Don't be surprised by this Taoist leader, the old man is just not used to using other people's tableware!"

Wen Fei shrugged and said he didn't care. There are more people with cleanliness in modern society, and it is not a big deal. What's more, this old man seems to be a wealthy businessman and a figure of status. How is it possible to share a wine bowl with someone else?

So he scooped up a bowl of wine and poured it into the silver bowl, and the old man was about to taste it. Wen Fei kindly reminded: "Uncle, my wine is stronger. Be careful when you drink!"

The old man smiled, "I can take care of it!" before taking a slow sip.

The people next to him were anxious, and many of them were addicted to alcohol. When I smell the aroma of wine, I have long been hooked. Seeing the old man's slow swallowing movements, one by two couldn't wait to snatch the bowl and pour it directly into their throats!

When a sip of wine entered his throat, he felt a warm flow like fire flowing down his stomach, and the old man couldn't help but take a sip of wine and exclaimed: "Good wine...... It's a pity it's a little too violent!"

Before he finished speaking, he was thrown a sheepskin bag by an anxious fan, this time the bag was much bigger than the last time, and it smashed heavily on Wen Fei's car, and the monkey grabbed the wine bowl and scooped up a bowl, and poured it into the big mouth with a grunt.

How do you know that as soon as this wine entered his throat, this person's face suddenly changed greatly, and he squirted out the wine in one sip, choked out snot and tears, and squatted on the ground and coughed for a long time. If Wen Fei hadn't been quick to cover the lid of the barrel, this barrel of wine would have been completely ruined!

The onlookers next to him all looked at each other. Not sure what happened. Could it be that this wine is hard to drink? It smells so good!

"Good...... Fragrant. The man coughed for a long time, and then he came to his senses: "It's so strong...... Good wine!"

Everyone was shocked, and saw that Fanren was originally purple-red skin, and at this time, it was even more red. Everyone who watched was moved, especially those who came with this person, who were from the same tribe, and everyone knew how much this person had drunk. It was even more shocking, how strong is this wine? Can the Hedong brothers, who can drink three bags of mare's milk wine, choke like this?

Wen Fei had expected it, and he wanted to sell the wine to Fanbu this time. You can't be too conservative, those nomads are famous for their good drinking, so Wen Fei brought spirits above fifty degrees this time......

"Good wine, we bought it with Iwabe!" The man was very happy and said loudly, "We and Iwabe want all this wine!"

The fans of Heiwabe immediately cheered, but they heard someone among the onlookers muttering: "It turned out to be Heiwabe, no wonder he is so rich." They are the ...... of a river that produces gold sand."

If the people of Iwabe want to buy these good wines, the others will have something that is not pleasing to the eye. Then I heard someone shouting: "Why do you and Iwabe buy such a good wine, and our Shibibu doesn't agree!"

This Chinese dialect is much more fluent than those with Iwabe. As the voice fell, I saw another group of people rushing over with a menacing momentum, and the black-faced man with the red face in the leader was not even wearing a robe made of those skins, but gorgeous clothes made of silk. It really seems a bit nondescript.

Seeing that something was wrong, Wen Fei grabbed the sheepskin bag, ignored the car, and slipped to the side first. Sure enough, the people of the two tribes had not yet spoken a few words before they started fighting. Directly moved the knife, and the flesh and blood were flying.

There was chaos in the bazaar, chickens and dogs jumped, and pedestrians took refuge. But no one stayed away, just let the place go and let the two sides fight.