There will be no pie in the sky, and no wine will float out of the fog.

Wang Bingzheng's words made Peng Qingdu's galloping heart suddenly painful, like a poisonous dragon scurrying in his internal organs.

I have been running out alone for so long, without relatives, and I am exhausted, so I am left with this set of clothes on my body, and I don't even discuss it, it is someone else's.

The four directions of the southeast, south, and northwest were all close to the people, and all of them were smiling, like flies smelling blood, and their eyes were all shining.

The only savior, Zhao Baiyu, flashed on the side of the road, looked up at the sky, looked down at the fog, and intently played with Wang Changsheng in his mouth haha: "Third uncle, this weather, hahaha, this fog, hahaha......"

I relied on my parents at home, and my parents were gone. I rely on my friends outside, but my friends are gone. If you take a black cloth and cover your eyes and run naked, will it be less sour?

Peng Qingdu's nose was sour, his eyes were slightly red, he was silent, took out a black cloth in his arms, shook it twice, and rubbed it into his eyes.

It seems to be a love species, but it's a pity that he went to the wrong place. When Wang Changsheng saw it, he secretly laughed in his heart: Fat guy, Mingyou burns the workshop, I am the master of my territory. This is Toyotani, not Moscow, who believes only in strength and not in tears.

Peng Qingdu put the black cloth close to his eyes, stretched out his left hand, crossed his hands behind his head, and tied the black cloth firmly to his eyes.

His head tilted slightly, and he said to Wang Changsheng: "Third uncle, if your stomach is empty, you won't drink the wine, pour out a glass from each wine jug, and I'll smell it." ”

When Wang Changsheng heard this, his blood surged, his face became hot, he gritted his teeth, and pouted at Wang Bingzheng. Fat guy, if you don't die, you won't die, if you do, you hit me in the face, in that case, I won't leave you leggings.

Wang Bingzheng understood, poured out a glass of wine from the rice wine jug, stretched out his right hand, and handed it to Peng Qingdu.

Peng Qingdu put the wine glass under his nose, his nose moved slightly, showing an intoxicated look: "This is the soy sauce wine of Sichuan Gulin." The finish is slightly salty. ”

Hey, Wang Bingzheng showed a puzzled look on his face, and before Wang Changsheng could speak, the red wine jug poured out another glass of wine and handed it to Peng Qingdu with both hands.

Peng Qingdu fanned a few fans with his hand, showing a satisfied look: "This is a fragrant wine from Yibin, Sichuan, with a slightly bitter aftertaste." ”

Regarding the wine poured out of Wu Falang's black wine jug, Peng Qingdu shook his wine glass and smiled: "This is a fragrant wine from Fenyang, Shanxi, and the aftertaste is slightly sour." ”

Wu Falang took out the white pieces of paper under the three wine jugs, nodded to Wang Changsheng, and stuck out his tongue, but he was a little melancholy while being convinced, today the good wine was distributed, but the good show was not watched.

Wang Changsheng raised his index finger and made a silent gesture to everyone, and then tiptoed to swap the white wine pot in Wu Falang's plate and the green wine pot in Wen Zhaoxi's plate.

Wang Changsheng personally raised the white wine jug, poured half a glass of wine into the green wine glass and handed it to Peng Qingdu.

Peng Qingdu held the wine glass and sniffed it under his nose a few times, pursed his mouth, and nodded slightly: "This is the rice wine of Guilin, Guangxi, with a slightly spicy aftertaste." ”

Wang Changsheng nodded, glanced at him, and motioned for Wen Zhaoxi to pour the wine from the Qingjiu jug to Peng Qingdu.

Peng Qingdu took it, sniffed it twice, and showed a confident look: "This is the Fengxiang wine of Fengxiang, Shaanxi, and the tail taste is slightly numb." ”

Wang Changsheng nodded again, raised his hand, poured a glass into the blue wine glass with a blue wine jug, his hand trembled slightly, handed it to Peng Qingdu, and looked at Peng Qingdu intently. There was a hint of anxiety and uneasiness hidden in his eyes......

Peng Qingdu held the blue wine glass, fanned it a few times with his hand, his face was pale, he immediately put it under his nose and sniffed it a few times, took two deep breaths, but did not move the wine glass away, his face showed a hesitant look, his lips moved a few times, and he did not speak. His brows furrowed slightly.

"Peng,,, nephew Peng, what do you think of this wine? When Wang Changsheng saw it, his expression was a little panicked, his voice was low, and he asked softly a little timidly.

Peng Qingdu didn't answer, raised his right hand, tore off the black cloth that was blindfolded, raised the wine glass in front of his eyes and looked at it for a while, then raised his neck and drank it in his mouth.

The wine was in his mouth, but he was not in a hurry to swallow it, Peng Qingdu slowly swam in his mouth with his tongue against the wine. At the same time, he closed his eyes, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a while, he swallowed his stomach.

Peng Qingdu licked his tongue, then opened his eyes, and a flame of joy appeared in his eyes: "Third uncle, the taste of the wine is very unique, the burnt fragrance is soft and fragrant, the taste is refreshing and fragrant, and the tail taste is bitter and sweet." ”

"This, this, is it the fragrant wine that the dragon has no end in sight?"

Peng Qingdu's face showed an excited look, but his brows suddenly wrinkled, and he said with infinite regret: "But the aftertaste of Mianxiang wine is only slightly sweet, without a trace of bitterness." This wine is still just godlike, and the taste is still a lot worse. ”

Speaking of this, Peng Qingdu's voice paused, and the words changed again, and said in an approving tone: "Third uncle, after Yashan, Mianxiang wine has not appeared for more than three hundred years. Qingdu is also the first time to meet it, and you have a longer experience. ”

Wang Changsheng's body shook a few times, his breathing became heavy, and he couldn't wait to say: "Nephew Peng, this is the old wine that Mingyou Burning Workshop just came out of the cellar today, and the best wine in Mingyou Burning Workshop." The taste of Mingyou's fire tail is slightly bitter, it has always been unspeakable, and there is no good prescription. ”

Peng Qingdu heard this, with an empathetic expression on his face, and nodded vigorously: "It is not easy to make Mianxiang wine, first, the time, second, the location, third, the spring fragrance, fourth, the mud alcohol, fifth, the materials, six, the people." All six elements are indispensable. This is the dream of the little nephew's life, but if it is to be realized, he is not sure at all. The third uncle doesn't have to blame himself. ”

Speaking of which, Peng Qingdu suddenly remembered something, stopped his mouth, thought for a while, and shook his head: "I heard the third uncle say, I drank the best wine in Mingyou Wine Workshop just now, Qingdu didn't agree with this, there are many better wines in the Wine Shop than this." ”

Now it was Wang Changsheng's turn to be confused, his eyes widened, he glanced at Fu Le Fang a few times, and then at Wang Bingzheng a few times.

Wang Bingzheng took Peng Qingdu's black cloth, blindfolded him, stretched out his hand and didn't see a trace of light, and he was colliding with Wu Falang.

Hearing Peng Qingdu's words, Wang Bingzheng hurriedly tore off the black cloth, his face was flushed, and he opened his mouth to argue: "Dad, this is the original wine brewed in a thousand-year-old cellar." There is a slight mistake, you can beat, this time my ass has to move, I am the king of the eight lambs. ”

Little rabbit, are you saying that you are still scolding Lao Tzu. Wang Changsheng was so anxious that he stomped his feet, and he didn't have the heart to compare with his son, his eyes were unconvinced at Peng Qingdu.

Peng Qingdu smiled, turned around and walked under the golden laurel tree, and stomped twice: "There is eighteen-year-old osmanthus gold buried here." He pointed to the red osmanthus tree and said loudly: "There are osmanthus red of the same year, all of which are first-class wines." Third uncle, the treasure of the town, I only watch but don't drink. ”

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he made a gesture to Wang Bingzheng and the others to dig up, his face was flushed, and he said with some suspicion but arrogance: "Nephew Peng, there is wine underground, I really don't know." If there really is, I don't count what I said, but it is up to Bai Yu to dispose of it. ”

Zhao Baiyu, who cared about the weather, had already diverted his attention, and had been following Peng Qingdu for a long time, and when he heard Peng Qingdu's conversation with Wang Changsheng, he opened his mouth wide in surprise, and it was so round that he could stuff a big duck egg, as if he heard two aliens discussing the Big Bang.

Wang Bingzheng and others dug five feet of soil with their hands and feet, and there were indeed nine sealed wine jars underneath.

Although the font on the seal of the wine jar is very blurred, it can still vaguely identify the nine words "Zhao Yuanyan in the first year of the Apocalypse".

There is a yellow wooden box above the jar, sealed with yellow paper.

Zhao Baiyu opened the seal, inside is a warm dragon and phoenix topaz pendant, the left dragon and the right phoenix, the dragon tail and phoenix feathers are high and surrounded, intersecting above, the dragon head and phoenix head are low and low, and the kiss and neck intersect.

Under the dragon and phoenix is a yellowed thick paper, Zhao Baiyu opened it and saw that it was written to the third brother Zhao Baiding: The country of abundance, fertile fields. The blessed land of Mianzhou is rich and happy, but he was born in sorrow and died in peace. Everyone in the world says: If you are young, you will not enter Sichuan, and you will not be able to leave Shu when you are old. Wangwuer Bai Fu Hongpeng spreads his wings and has lofty ambitions.

Zhao Baiyu looked at it, shook his head, and smiled bitterly: Dad, the third brother is not interested in flying now, he is very experienced in climbing, and the mountains and hills near Mianzhou are considered to have been climbed by him.

Immediately afterwards, the nine jars of osmanthus under the red laurel tree were also dug up, the same seal, the same wine jar, and the same sealed mahogany box.

Inside is a warm dragon and phoenix red jade pendant, and there is also a yellowed thick paper underneath.

Zhao Baiyu unfolded the thick paper, which was written to the second brother Zhao Idiot: There is a lot of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding. The mountain is not high, and the feather and phoenix soar. The water is not deep, and the dragon is prosperous. Wangwu'er Bai Ru is high and bright, and he is eloquent and strategic.

Zhao Baiyu looked at it, curled the corners of his mouth, and smiled bitterly: Dad, the second brother is indeed a high wind now, it used to only blow the wind in the Fengyun Pavilion, but now he has grown up and can climb the Turtle Mountain.

The eighteen jars of osmanthus wine dug out, nine jars in each row are neatly arranged. Although each jar of wine is tightly sealed with yellow clay.

The mixed fragrance of orchid, cinnamon, and sandalwood always floats out lightly from the inside, the taste is not strong, but it is strange, and it goes straight to everyone's nose, lungs, and stomach, making people salivate and can't stop.

Eighteen jars of osmanthus wine. This sensitive number made Zhao Baiyu's heart move.

He thought for a while and said to Wang Changsheng: "Third uncle, you send someone to send thirteen jars of osmanthus wine, plus five jars of new good wine, and send them to Fengyue Miao together, and the remaining five jars of osmanthus wine will be left in the wine shop and will be disposed of by you." ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Baiyu straightened his clothes and bowed deeply to Peng Qingdu: "Brother Peng really opened my eyes today. If you don't dislike it, can you go to Xuan Yanxing together and have a few drinks?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Baiyu only felt that his neck was tight, and he was strangled by two big hands, his body was hanging in the air, and his ears were buzzing.

In the confusion of life and death, I only heard a vicious voice shouting: "What did you say?