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Wang Dahu is a little silly.
Li Luoyang did not use the usual packaging for the wine in the carriage, but used the old-fashioned clay cans. Although this kind of earthenware pot looks ugly, it is better than leather. In fact, pottery is more suitable for food and wine than porcelain, because pottery can breathe but porcelain can't. If it is buried underground, the porcelain will be finished in a long time, and the pottery can become the daughter of the red god horse for 20 years, with double value.
What made Wang Dahu dumbfounded was the aroma of wine in the air after the pottery was opened. As a man, "rich" and free to taste wine, how can Wang Dahu not smell the meaning represented by the aroma of wine? The wine that is hard to buy is definitely hard to buy, and it may even be in the inner city of Chang'an city
Wang Dahu's eyes changed a little when he thought of this. If this little brother really came out of the inner city and can take this tribute wine with him, should his identity be called ready to come out?
Biting his tongue, Wang Dahu watched Mo Jiao fill the porcelain bowl in front of him with a pottery pot. His Adam's apple couldn't help rolling up and down. His throat was dry and said, "isn't that good?"
"Bad?"
Li Luoyang also has half a bowl of wine in the pottery bowl in front of him. Although he is the inventor, it does not mean that he likes drinking. No, it should be said that he has self-control. From his previous life to this life, he has no addiction to wine, or he resists it in his heart, because drinking is easy to delay things, and more importantly, drinking too much hurts his body.
Half a bowl of high Baijiu is all the plot needs, otherwise Li Luoyang would rather not drink.
"Villa leader, try it?"
"Good!"
Although some people are worried about the origin of this good wine, Wang Dahu doesn't want to counsel. More importantly, he has to drink. It's just the so-called willingness to cut all over and dare to pull the emperor off his horse. This mountain is high and the emperor is far away. A jar of wine is nothing. Besides, it may not be Tribute wine.
However, after a mouthful of Qiongjiang, Wang Dahu cried.
He really cried. Li Luoyang saw it clearly. The corners of Wang Dahu's eyes were full of tears. Two muddy old tears were flowing down his old face that tried to maintain but never succeeded. The bumpy journey was like singing the eighteen bends of the mountain road.
"It's so, so delicious. I haven't drunk such wine in my life."
Can this wine really make people cry?
Not only is Li Luoyang suspicious, but Mo Jiao also thinks it's funny. She hasn't drunk Xianliang liquid. Yes, it tastes mellow and strong. That's her definition of Xianliang liquid, but it's not going to move her to tears, right?
"Laugh, young master. I really haven't drunk such wine. I can't control my mood for a while. Good wine is really good wine." in fact, Wang Dahu's mood is really embarrassing. He is not moved to tears because the wine is good, but because it is spicy.
It is said that people are born with the five flavors, but there is no spicy flavor in tasteless. Spicy is a kind of injury. Only injury can make adrenal hormones soar. For those who can bear it, spicy is a kind of enjoyment, because dopamine comes after adrenaline secretion, but not everyone has the gene to bear spicy taste.
For example, the villa leader Wang Dahu, it is estimated that his ancestors exchanged some genes with a race other than the Huaxia nationality, which led to his lack of genes to bear the spicy taste. However, the real high grain wine has a spicy taste. This taste is delicious for people who are used to it, but it is torture for those who first taste it.
"Come again?"
Li Luoyang thought he should have seen something, so he urged Wang Dahu to drink a toast. Who is Wang Dahu? Of course not. Just do it.
Then Wang Dahu wiped his tears and said that the wine was so beautiful that he thought of his dead mother. He couldn't help but burst into tears again.
As for "then" -- there's no then. The key to drinking at the height of a large porcelain bowl is that Wang Dahu hasn't done much to fill his belly, so the wine strength quickly gets on his head, and the whole person is dizzy. Fortunately, before he falls, he still remembers to order people to settle down for Li Luoyang and others, otherwise he may be thrown into Zhuangzi's cell as a "poisoner" by Zhuangzi's people.
There's a cell in a farm?
I'm afraid no one believes this, but Li Luoyang believes it, because Mo Jiao touched into his room and told him in the middle of the night. At that time, Li Luoyang was sleeping. The key was that he didn't wear anything, and he loved to lift the quilt.
So when he opens his eyes and finds out the situation, the first thing is to cover his face. It is said that if a person has nothing to wear and has to walk in the street, the only thing he should cover is his face. Li Luoyang believed this and did it. Unfortunately, he forgot a very important thing - Mo Jiao didn't see his face.
"Unexpectedly, you are not old, but your strength is not weak."
"Huh?"
Li Luoyang finally remembered that he had a quilt around him. He grabbed it and wrapped it. Then he opened his eyes and said, "you didn't see anything, did you?"
"What if you see it? Do you want miss ben to be responsible for you?" Mo Jiao asked with her hands on her hips.
"In fact, I'm just afraid that you make this request. Since you don't have this strange request, we can have a good communication. The first question is: who won't knock at the door and go through the window into other people's rooms in the middle of the night?"
"Of course, it's a man of six doors. What's your intention to ask such a stupid question? I'm here to talk to you about business."
"Well, go ahead. I don't want to hear it anyway."
Li Luoyang said this from his heart. He has been riding in a carriage for a long time, and his whole brain is a little shaky. It's like taking the hard seat of the green train for a long time. When he gets off the train, he always has the illusion that his body is still shaking. Even when he lies down and sleeps at night, his mind will always be "wandering, eating and eating". In this case, the best way is to have a good sleep, Let the body and brain synchronize and return to normal.
So Li Luoyang doesn't want to know anything.
However, Mo Jiao will not let Li Luoyang go. Even if she just took advantage of Li Luoyang, it should be said that Li Luoyang took advantage of her.
"I just walked around the Chuang Tzu."
"You go out in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid of meeting bad people?"
"Can it be worse than you?" Mo Jiao glared, "guess what I found?"
"A fortune?"
"What is Wangcai? I didn't find Wangcai. I found that there was a cell in Chuang Tzu, and there were people in the cell."
"I'll go! Set up a private prison. Let's copy this Chuang Tzu just because of this? It's said that the scribe makes a lot of money. If you don't pay attention, you'll be rich!"
"You think too much!" Mo Jiao stamped her foot gently. "How can it be your turn to copy the house? I'm discussing with you whether we should save people?"
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Wang Dahu is a little silly.
Li Luoyang did not use the usual packaging for the wine in the carriage, but used the old-fashioned clay cans. Although this kind of earthenware pot looks ugly, it is better than leather. In fact, pottery is more suitable for food and wine than porcelain, because pottery can breathe but porcelain can't. If it is buried underground, the porcelain will be finished in a long time, and the pottery can become the daughter of the red god horse for 20 years, with double value.
What made Wang Dahu dumbfounded was the aroma of wine in the air after the pottery was opened. As a man, "rich" and free to taste wine, how can Wang Dahu not smell the meaning represented by the aroma of wine? The wine that is hard to buy is definitely hard to buy, and it may even be in the inner city of Chang'an city
Wang Dahu's eyes changed a little when he thought of this. If this little brother really came out of the inner city and can take this tribute wine with him, should his identity be called ready to come out?
Biting his tongue, Wang Dahu watched Mo Jiao fill the porcelain bowl in front of him with a pottery pot. His Adam's apple couldn't help rolling up and down. His throat was dry and said, "isn't that good?"
"Bad?"
Li Luoyang also has half a bowl of wine in the pottery bowl in front of him. Although he is the inventor, it does not mean that he likes drinking. No, it should be said that he has self-control. From his previous life to this life, he has no addiction to wine, or he resists it in his heart, because drinking is easy to delay things, and more importantly, drinking too much hurts his body.
Half a bowl of high Baijiu is all the plot needs, otherwise Li Luoyang would rather not drink.
"Villa leader, try it?"
"Good!"
Although some people are worried about the origin of this good wine, Wang Dahu doesn't want to counsel. More importantly, he has to drink. It's just the so-called willingness to cut all over and dare to pull the emperor off his horse. This mountain is high and the emperor is far away. A jar of wine is nothing. Besides, it may not be Tribute wine.
However, after a mouthful of Qiongjiang, Wang Dahu cried.
He really cried. Li Luoyang saw it clearly. The corners of Wang Dahu's eyes were full of tears. Two muddy old tears were flowing down his old face that tried to maintain but never succeeded. The bumpy journey was like singing the eighteen bends of the mountain road.
"It's so, so delicious. I haven't drunk such wine in my life."
Can this wine really make people cry?
Not only is Li Luoyang suspicious, but Mo Jiao also thinks it's funny. She hasn't drunk Xianliang liquid. Yes, it tastes mellow and strong. That's her definition of Xianliang liquid, but it's not going to move her to tears, right?
"Laugh, young master. I really haven't drunk such wine. I can't control my mood for a while. Good wine is really good wine." in fact, Wang Dahu's mood is really embarrassing. He is not moved to tears because the wine is good, but because it is spicy.
It is said that people are born with the five flavors, but there is no spicy flavor in tasteless. Spicy is a kind of injury. Only injury can make adrenal hormones soar. For those who can bear it, spicy is a kind of enjoyment, because dopamine comes after adrenaline secretion, but not everyone has the gene to bear spicy taste.
For example, the villa leader Wang Dahu, it is estimated that his ancestors exchanged some genes with a race other than the Huaxia nationality, which led to his lack of genes to bear the spicy taste. However, the real high grain wine has a spicy taste. This taste is delicious for people who are used to it, but it is torture for those who first taste it.
"Come again?"
Li Luoyang thought he should have seen something, so he urged Wang Dahu to drink a toast. Who is Wang Dahu? Of course not. Just do it.
Then Wang Dahu wiped his tears and said that the wine was so beautiful that he thought of his dead mother. He couldn't help but burst into tears again.
As for "then" -- there's no then. The key to drinking at the height of a large porcelain bowl is that Wang Dahu hasn't done much to fill his belly, so the wine strength quickly gets on his head, and the whole person is dizzy. Fortunately, before he falls, he still remembers to order people to settle down for Li Luoyang and others, otherwise he may be thrown into Zhuangzi's cell as a "poisoner" by Zhuangzi's people.
There's a cell in a farm?
I'm afraid no one believes this, but Li Luoyang believes it, because Mo Jiao touched into his room and told him in the middle of the night. At that time, Li Luoyang was sleeping. The key was that he didn't wear anything, and he loved to lift the quilt.
So when he opens his eyes and finds out the situation, the first thing is to cover his face. It is said that if a person has nothing to wear and has to walk in the street, the only thing he should cover is his face. Li Luoyang believed this and did it. Unfortunately, he forgot a very important thing - Mo Jiao didn't see his face.
"Unexpectedly, you are not old, but your strength is not weak."
"Huh?"
Li Luoyang finally remembered that he had a quilt around him. He grabbed it and wrapped it. Then he opened his eyes and said, "you didn't see anything, did you?"
"What if you see it? Do you want miss ben to be responsible for you?" Mo Jiao asked with her hands on her hips.
"In fact, I'm just afraid that you make this request. Since you don't have this strange request, we can have a good communication. The first question is: who won't knock at the door and go through the window into other people's rooms in the middle of the night?"
"Of course, it's a man of six doors. What's your intention to ask such a stupid question? I'm here to talk to you about business."
"Well, go ahead. I don't want to hear it anyway."
Li Luoyang said this from his heart. He has been riding in a carriage for a long time, and his whole brain is a little shaky. It's like taking the hard seat of the green train for a long time. When he gets off the train, he always has the illusion that his body is still shaking. Even when he lies down and sleeps at night, his mind will always be "wandering, eating and eating". In this case, the best way is to have a good sleep, Let the body and brain synchronize and return to normal.
So Li Luoyang doesn't want to know anything.
However, Mo Jiao will not let Li Luoyang go. Even if she just took advantage of Li Luoyang, it should be said that Li Luoyang took advantage of her.
"I just walked around the Chuang Tzu."
"You go out in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid of meeting bad people?"
"Can it be worse than you?" Mo Jiao glared, "guess what I found?"
"A fortune?"
"What is Wangcai? I didn't find Wangcai. I found that there was a cell in Chuang Tzu, and there were people in the cell."
"I'll go! Set up a private prison. Let's copy this Chuang Tzu just because of this? It's said that the scribe makes a lot of money. If you don't pay attention, you'll be rich!"
"You think too much!" Mo Jiao stamped her foot gently. "How can it be your turn to copy the house? I'm discussing with you whether we should save people?"
Wang Dahu is a little silly.Li Luoyang did not use the usual packaging for the wine in the carriage, but used the old-fashioned clay cans. Although this kind of earthenware pot looks ugly, it is better than leather. In fact, pottery is more suitable for food and wine than porcelain, because pottery can breathe but porcelain can't. If it is buried underground, the porcelain will be finished in a long time, and the pottery can become the daughter of the red god horse for 20 years, with double value.What made Wang Dahu dumbfounded was the aroma of wine in the air after the pottery was opened. As a man, "rich" and free to taste wine, how can Wang Dahu not smell the meaning represented by the aroma of wine? The wine that is hard to buy is definitely hard to buy, and it may even be in the inner city of Chang'an cityWang Dahu's eyes changed a little when he thought of this. If this little brother really came out of the inner city and can take this tribute wine with him, should his identity be called ready to come out?Biting his tongue, Wang Dahu watched Mo Jiao fill the porcelain bowl in front of him with a pottery pot. His Adam's apple couldn't help rolling up and down. His throat was dry and said, "isn't that good?""Bad?"Li Luoyang also has half a bowl of wine in the pottery bowl in front of him. Although he is the inventor, it does not mean that he likes drinking. No, it should be said that he has self-control. From his previous life to this life, he has no addiction to wine, or he resists it in his heart, because drinking is easy to delay things, and more importantly, drinking too much hurts his body.Half a bowl of high Baijiu is all the plot needs, otherwise Li Luoyang would rather not drink."Villa leader, try it?""Good!"Although some people are worried about the origin of this good wine, Wang Dahu doesn't want to counsel. More importantly, he has to drink. It's just the so-called willingness to cut all over and dare to pull the emperor off his horse. This mountain is high and the emperor is far away. A jar of wine is nothing. Besides, it may not be Tribute wine.However, after a mouthful of Qiongjiang, Wang Dahu cried.He really cried. Li Luoyang saw it clearly. The corners of Wang Dahu's eyes were full of tears. Two muddy old tears were flowing down his old face that tried to maintain but never succeeded. The bumpy journey was like singing the eighteen bends of the mountain road."It's so, so delicious. I haven't drunk such wine in my life."Can this wine really make people cry?Not only is Li Luoyang suspicious, but Mo Jiao also thinks it's funny. She hasn't drunk Xianliang liquid. Yes, it tastes mellow and strong. That's her definition of Xianliang liquid, but it's not going to move her to tears, right?"Laugh, young master. I really haven't drunk such wine. I can't control my mood for a while. Good wine is really good wine." in fact, Wang Dahu's mood is really embarrassing. He is not moved to tears because the wine is good, but because it is spicy.It is said that people are born with the five flavors, but there is no spicy flavor in tasteless. Spicy is a kind of injury. Only injury can make adrenal hormones soar. For those who can bear it, spicy is a kind of enjoyment, because dopamine comes after adrenaline secretion, but not everyone has the gene to bear spicy taste.For example, the villa leader Wang Dahu, it is estimated that his ancestors exchanged some genes with a race other than the Huaxia nationality, which led to his lack of genes to bear the spicy taste. However, the real high grain wine has a spicy taste. This taste is delicious for people who are used to it, but it is torture for those who first taste it."Come again?"Li Luoyang thought he should have seen something, so he urged Wang Dahu to drink a toast. Who is Wang Dahu? Of course not. Just do it.Then Wang Dahu wiped his tears and said that the wine was so beautiful that he thought of his dead mother. He couldn't help but burst into tears again.As for "then" -- there's no then. The key to drinking at the height of a large porcelain bowl is that Wang Dahu hasn't done much to fill his belly, so the wine strength quickly gets on his head, and the whole person is dizzy. Fortunately, before he falls, he still remembers to order people to settle down for Li Luoyang and others, otherwise he may be thrown into Zhuangzi's cell as a "poisoner" by Zhuangzi's people.There's a cell in a farm?I'm afraid no one believes this, but Li Luoyang believes it, because Mo Jiao touched into his room and told him in the middle of the night. At that time, Li Luoyang was sleeping. The key was that he didn't wear anything, and he loved to lift the quilt.So when he opens his eyes and finds out the situation, the first thing is to cover his face. It is said that if a person has nothing to wear and has to walk in the street, the only thing he should cover is his face. Li Luoyang believed this and did it. Unfortunately, he forgot a very important thing - Mo Jiao didn't see his face."Unexpectedly, you are not old, but your strength is not weak.""Huh?"Li Luoyang finally remembered that he had a quilt around him. He grabbed it and wrapped it. Then he opened his eyes and said, "you didn't see anything, did you?""What if you see it? Do you want miss ben to be responsible for you?" Mo Jiao asked with her hands on her hips."In fact, I'm just afraid that you make this request. Since you don't have this strange request, we can have a good communication. The first question is: who won't knock at the door and go through the window into other people's rooms in the middle of the night?""Of course, it's a man of six doors. What's your intention to ask such a stupid question? I'm here to talk to you about business.""Well, go ahead. I don't want to hear it anyway."Li Luoyang said this from his heart. He has been riding in a carriage for a long time, and his whole brain is a little shaky. It's like taking the hard seat of the green train for a long time. When he gets off the train, he always has the illusion that his body is still shaking. Even when he lies down and sleeps at night, his mind will always be "wandering, eating and eating". In this case, the best way is to have a good sleep, Let the body and brain synchronize and return to normal.So Li Luoyang doesn't want to know anything.However, Mo Jiao will not let Li Luoyang go. Even if she just took advantage of Li Luoyang, it should be said that Li Luoyang took advantage of her."I just walked around the Chuang Tzu.""You go out in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid of meeting bad people?""Can it be worse than you?" Mo Jiao glared, "guess what I found?""A fortune?""What is Wangcai? I didn't find Wangcai. I found that there was a cell in Chuang Tzu, and there were people in the cell.""I'll go! Set up a private prison. Let's copy this Chuang Tzu just because of this? It's said that the scribe makes a lot of money. If you don't pay attention, you'll be rich!""You think too much!" Mo Jiao stamped her foot gently. "How can it be your turn to copy the house? I'm discussing with you whether we should save people?"
