Zhao Baiyu lifted the mahogany bucket with his right hand, put it into the well and swung it a few times, and drew out a bucket full of spring water.

He raised the barrel above his head, his eyes were bright, he looked at the tablet without squinting, and said loudly:

One invites the prince of heaven and earth to bless me Ding Wang, a member of the Zhao clan, with a good reputation.

Second, please Jiutian East Kitchen Division, bless me Xuan Yan Xing shop business smoothly, wealth and fortune.

Third, please Zhao Shitang ancestors, bless me Mingyou burn the well water sweet, wine mellow.

After that, gently sprinkle the water from the mahogany bucket on the yellow earth under the tablet from left to right, and say loudly while sprinkling: The grace of dripping water should be repaid by the spring.

After the last drop of water in the barrel was spilled, Zhao Baiyu waved his hand to Wang Changsheng gently.

Wang Changsheng comprehended, turned around and shouted to Wu Falang, who was standing far away: Wine!

Wu Falang immediately turned his head, put his hands together, put them to his mouth, pulled up his throat, and shouted to the depths of the corridor: Send wine, send good wine!!

Good wine!Good wine!Good wine!! From the depths of the corridor came the loud echoes of the guys, which shook the corridor slightly.

As soon as the echo fell, wisps of white smoke rose from the rows of blue and white tiled houses that were originally silent, and the white smoke became thicker and thicker, and the entire Mingyou Burning Workshop was shrouded in a thick layer of white smoke.

A puff of white smoke filled with the smell of wine wafted from the corridor, mixed with the white mist, drifting around in the courtyard, filling the entire space, making people feel refreshed.

Wu Falang and Wen Zhaoxi led many men to carry buckets from the wine shop to Luohan Spring.

The Luohan Spring was suddenly full of people, people came and went, and the sweet Luohan Spring water was transported into the winery in an endless stream.

The current liveliness belongs to the winery guys, and the quietness belongs to Wang Changsheng.

Zhao Baiyu and Peng Qingdu followed Wang Changsheng, crossed a path between the podocarpus, and came to a quiet place.

The trail leads to a cave to the left, the entrance of the cave is one zhang high, and there are three words engraved on the top, the distance is far, the fog is too big to see clearly. The entrance to the cave was blocked by a wooden door, and I don't know how deep and wide it was.

There are three barrel-thick osmanthus trees in front of the path, and the finished products are distributed in a zigzag.

On the left, there is a tree full of yellow osmanthus flowers, and the cyan stamens are stained with mist, like a fairy in green clothes.

On the right, there is a tree full of red osmanthus flowers, and the cyan stamens rise and fall with the breeze, and Ling Bo walks slightly.

In the middle is a white osmanthus tree with black stamens like black and white swimming fish walking through the mist.

Colorful and dazzling osmanthus fragrance, like to the three osmanthus trees with a bright crown, brilliant and pleasing to the eye, exudes a refreshing and quiet fragrance, the mist is swirling, osmanthus flowers, like the stars walking in the Milky Way, exude a mysterious luster.

The aroma of sandalwood and musk seeped into the mouths and noses of the three people, and everyone felt relaxed and happy, the fog was light and the wind was light, and there was a strange and refreshing feeling.

Zhao Baiyu and Peng Qingdu stopped, greedily breathing in the intoxicating fragrance of flowers under the osmanthus tree, the branches and stamens of the osmanthus tree danced lightly in the fog, gently brushing on the shoulders of the two, full of vitality but infinite agility.

The tall and thin Wang Changsheng tightened his mouth, sometimes looking up at the osmanthus on the osmanthus tree, sometimes looking down at the rising wine in the wine shop, and said thoughtfully: "Eighteen days ago, these three osmanthus trees were only about to bloom, and today they suddenly burst at the same time, which is a rare omen of good luck for wine." ”

The spirit secretly came to my heart: Mingyouhuo's unspeakable hidden has not been washed away, but let go?

"Eighteen days ago?" Zhao Baiyu and Peng Qingdu exclaimed softly at the same time, secretly surprised in their hearts, that day, wasn't that the first day of their dreams?

After appreciating the osmanthus flowers, Wang Changsheng threw off his arms, strode in front, and walked to the right along the path. After walking about fifty meters, the three of them came to a black old wine shop with black walls, black tiles, black windows and black doors.

There is a black gate in the black tiles of the brewery, and the gate is wide enough to allow two carriages to travel side by side.

Directly above the gate hangs a black wooden plaque, from right to left is three large gold italic letters: Fuller Place.

At this time, there was a series of crisp sounds in the fog~~ Qiang Dong Qiang, Long Dong Qiang, Long Dong Qiang Qiang ~ A series of crisp sounds, and a group of people were killed on the left and right sides of the gate of Fullerfang.

The left side is black clothes and black pants and yellow corn stalks, and the right side is white clothes and white pants and red sorghum poles.

Wang Bingce on the left, who has followed Zhao Baiding out to fish out of the world a few times, has knowledge and courage.

I saw that his eyes were wide open, his body was not moving, and a corn stalk in his hand was aimed directly at Peng Qingdu's chest, and he shouted loudly: Tide, this mountain is opened by me, and this tree is planted by me.

Wang Binggui on the right, holding a sorghum pole that is higher than himself, is estimated to be the first time to pull the team, his pants are half dragged, revealing a white belly.

He sniffed hard, and as soon as the two lines of snot brother met with the world, he was reluctantly dragged back, and the milk in his mouth picked up the words: I want to live from here, and leave the money to buy the road.

Then he scratched his head with his hand, rolled his eyes twice, and quickly added: "If you really don't have money, it's okay to exchange sugar." ”

Peng Qingdu kept watching intently, and when Wang Binggui finished walking the stage and finished lighting up the image, he sneered, and as soon as he bent down, he even captured Wang Binggui with a gun.

Reaching out again, he took out two pieces of maltose from his arms and handed them to Wang Binggui in his arms. He happily began the united front work: "Little guy, what's your name, how old is it?"

When he became a prisoner, he was immediately given preferential treatment, and Wang Binggui didn't even show that he was struggling, even if he surrendered. chewing maltose with a taste in his mouth, he can also chat: "My name is Wang Binggui, nine years old, and I belong to the sheep." ”

Peng Qingdu laughed a few more times, and scratched Wang Binggui's little nose with his right hand: "Little brother Binggui, this old ancestor of Fullerfang has a long lifespan, and this Grandpa Osmanthus is a few hundred years old?"

Wang Binggui's little face was raised, and the maltose rolled in his mouth, expressing his dissatisfaction with Peng Qingdu's old age and ignorance: "The ancestor of Fullerfang is 1,400 years old, and Grandpa Osmanthus is celebrating the 200th anniversary. ””

"The little brother is really powerful, I know that Liu Xuande and Liu Zhang's Fucheng Fuller Club can't be opened without the strong sponsorship of the ancestors of Fullerfang. ”

Peng Qingdu blinked happily, a little cunning appeared on his smiling face, and touched Wang Binggui's little head: "Little brother Binggui, when the old ancestor and Grandpa Gui were born, where were you?"

Wang Bingce, who was standing on the side, was dumbfounded, daring to love this catastrophe not only to understand science, but also to be able to hit the sky.

When you meet a cultured person, you don't ask for mercy, and you don't bid, but you just discuss life and make it clear that you want to grab a bite.

Wang Binggui froze, tilted his head, his mouth didn't move, he pulled up his fingers and counted, it was not enough, his hand stretched down, and the toes in the straw sandals also had to help.

However, it was still not enough, Wang Binggui had to look at Wang Bingce for help.

The dull eyes were already lethal, not to mention that it was his own brother, Wang Bingce dropped the corn stalk and surrendered, and all his hands, feet and fingers were all contributed.

In the end, Wang Binggui sighed softly, and his eyes kept hitting the radio waves at Wang Bingce: Brother, I have encountered a hard idea, is this toll still charged?

Silly, the bandit met the ringing horse, and if he didn't run, he would have short legs. Wang Bingce winked and coughed lightly.

Wang Binggui's small body twisted a few times, broke free from Peng Qingdu's embrace, spread his feet as soon as he touched the ground, and disappeared into the fog quickly with the second brother.

Bullying two and a half children is a skill. Wang Changsheng's face was expressionless, he snorted lightly in his throat, and clapped his hands heavily: "Serve the wine." “

As soon as the words fell, three people poured out of the Fuller Place.

Wang Bingzheng, the leader, was holding a yellow plate, in which were two sets of wine utensils, one yellow and one red.

followed by Wu Falang, holding a red plate with two sets of wine utensils, one black and one white.

In the end, Wen Zhaoxi walked, holding a green plate, in which there were two sets of wine utensils, one green and one blue.

The three of them rushed out, and as soon as they went out, they stood separately, blocking Peng Qingdu's way one in front of the other, one left and one right.

"Mianzhou is a good place, and when guests come, they will serve good wine. Peng Qingdu paused for a moment, immediately came back to his senses, and rubbed his hands excitedly: "It would be better if I had some more snacks, fried peanuts, boiled edamame in salted water, I am a pig, not a picky eater." ”

Wang Changsheng glanced at Peng Qingdu with his eyes, his voice was cold, and he said angrily: "My ancestral home is Shaanxi, I belong to a snake, and I have never drunk alcohol and not eaten vegetables. ”

The third uncle's signature drama of wine tasting experts was staged.

Zhao Baiyu wanted to speak, but he became short of breath, and the experts he found beat the table on the wine table and patted his chest, holding Mingyouhuo and calling this wine only in the sky, and the world can smell it a few times. After drinking and eating, all the soles of the feet are oiled and slipped all the way.

The one who rode a white horse this year was not necessarily a prince, but also a Tang monk. The one dressed in white is not necessarily a wine fairy, but may also be an alcoholic.

As soon as the third uncle's signature drama began, several masters in white climbed out of the dog hole of Mingyou Burning Workshop.

Since then, whether it is riding a white horse or wearing a white dress, they have all walked secretly around Fenggujing. The unspeakable concealment of Mingyouhuo has never been washed away.

Peng Qingdu pushed the rice wine glass to the side, lifted the rice wine pot and held it in the air, and said arrogantly: "Third uncle, follow the customs of the locals, and you can make wine too." You keep talking, blowing or boring. ”

Wang Changsheng pursed his mouth, sneered a few times, and said in a lengthened voice: "I don't care how you drink it, but after drinking, you have to tell everyone what the wine tastes like and where it comes from." The six pots are all right, you enter sideways at Fullerfang, and the three pots are not right, the door is closed, and the dog hole is open. ”

Fat guy, it's not the old man who embarrasses you, just now the two boys stopped you from turning back, you don't reply, you don't give a shame, you just talk and laugh, and you regard yourself as a big-name expert. Of course, it is the brick family who shoots the bricks, and the one who drills the hole must also be the driller.

After listening to Wang Changsheng's words, the three winery guys laughed, the signature show has not been staged for a long time, today the wine is good, the material harvest is good, if you watch the live version of the dog hole again, the spirit is harvested, and it is refreshing.

"Daddy, he's got a big head, and the dog hole is too small. Wang Bingzheng stared at the clothes on Peng Qingdu's body, and pleaded: "If you don't let him leave his clothes, he will run naked and go out over the wall." In the words, I have confidently put the clothes in my pocket, and there have been so many experts, and no one has said the right pot.

It's okay, it can be regarded as compensation for the wrongful beating of the child just now, Wang Changsheng snorted, which can be regarded as acquiescence.