"He's just a young man who takes advantage of others' power."
"I'm afraid this is his first time out of the mountain."
"What experience can I have?"
Mo Buchou said disapprovingly: "If it weren't for the Yin Mo Sect standing behind him, just with him being a little kid, we would be..."
Qiu Jiansheng said in a calm voice: "Boss, be careful what you say."
Huang Fuzi echoed: "My mentor said when he was still alive, you must have awe for these large sects that have been passed down for a long time."
Mo Buchou and Qiu Jiansheng both had sarcasm on their faces.
I don’t know if it was about what Huang Fuzi said, or whether he was still talking about his mentor in his words.
"I think......"
Huang Fuzi seemed not to notice the opinions of his two brothers, and said thoughtfully: "There is no need for us to get involved in the trouble between the Yu family and Chen Yang in the mine tomorrow."
"We hide when we find an opportunity and try our best to inspire our babies to find the place of inheritance."
"Inheritance!"
Mo Buchou was leisurely fascinated, but also looked uneasy: "It took us so long to get a rough idea. If it weren't for the fact that the inheritance land below has become more and more active recently, we might still not be able to find a foothold."
"Is it really possible this time?"
The three brothers could not help but switch between hope and apprehension. The room fell silent for a while, and no one spoke anymore.
They are all waiting for tomorrow.
Chen Yang, while half asleep and half awake, met a completely unexpected person.
“Tuk-tuk-tuk~”
Chen Yang's courtyard door was knocked for the third time today.
"Come in."
Chen Yang opened his eyes with a look of surprise on his face.
He heard footsteps outside the door.
That's Mr. Yu.
"Why is he here?"
Chen Yang was confused, and then he saw Mr. Yu holding a large wine vat in both hands, using his shoulders and feet to open and close the door with difficulty, and walked in front of him with heavy steps.
With a bang, Mr. Yu dropped the wine jar to the ground, wiped the sweat from his head, and showed his habitual humble and flattering smile.
"Mr. Yu, what are you doing?"
Chen Yang handed over a towel and a cup of tea, and motioned for Mr. Yu to sit down and talk.
Mr. Yu took it with an apologetic smile and put his butt half on the stool. Chen Yang felt sad when he looked at that posture. It would be more comfortable to stand.
"Chen Gongfeng, this is a rare good wine. It's called Zhugenxiang. It's a recipe passed down by our ancestors of the Yu family. The process is complicated and difficult to preserve, so it has never been sold to the public."
The little old man brought it specially and asked Chen to taste it.
As Yu Laoer spoke, he diligently removed the mud seal.
Chen Yang didn't stop him or help him, he just watched Mr. Yu work.
Chen Yang had a vague guess about the purpose of Mr. Yu's trip.
Mr. Yu acted as if he was really here to deliver drinks.
He worked hard to remove the mud seal, and then shook the wine jar with difficulty.
Chen Yang watched from the side and sniffed subconsciously.
The aroma of the wine is very pure and genuine, but that's all.
There is an indescribable blandness, it seems that all the flavors are restrained and cannot be released, and the water has a refreshing energy.
The first thing Chen Yang thought of was that when he was a boy, he was walking around in the capital city and smashing bars, which was the kind of wine he smashed the most.
Vodka.
What's the point of drinking a jar of vodka-like wine?
When talking about wine in the East, flavor is important, requiring complex flavor substances;