129. The bright weapon, the bright weapon, the shining bright weapon【2】
Tomb in the Dragon: Mingqi, Mingqi, sparkling Mingqi [2]
As he spoke, the scumbag man reached out and shook the jars, "Good stuff.
Su Mian held his white and tender arms with both hands, glanced at the bearded man, and said to him: "A pile of broken pottery, maybe you want to take it home to pickle vegetables. [26nbsp;]" She knew this clearly.
Yes, but she said it this way intentionally. Apparently it is not a good thing to have such a big object that cannot be taken away. No one will think that what she said is unprofessional.
But privately, Di Lin disliked human greed the most, and Su Mian was afraid that Di Lin would not care about everyone's lives just because of this. In fact, just for herself, she liked it so much that she took one photo after another.
Di Lin took a few steps back and looked at the little slave's expression of excitement and love but trying desperately to hide it. He felt comfortable and the corners of his lips raised slightly.
After hearing this, the scumbag man rolled his eyes and glanced at Su Mingsheng, and said, "Who said I care about this vat? How can I be a human being without any pursuits, otherwise I won't be the same as a mummy."
Su Ming smiled heartily. As she saw, this scumbag man was probably a mummy because of his old age, and he had no other pursuits other than weapons. After the scumbag man finished speaking, he quickly pulled out Han Sensen from his waist.
With a dagger, he knocked and pried open the mud seal on a wine jar.
Immediately, a strange smell wafted out of the room. It was a smell similar to traditional Chinese medicine, and the aroma was fragrant. Su Mian found it strangely pleasant to smell.
Su Mian had long heard about the wine stored in ancient tombs. When Su’s father was still alive, he loved to drink. He often held a small iron flat pot in his hand. At that time, she was young and looked at it greedily.
Thinking it was interesting, he pulled Rong Feng to unscrew the lid of the pot while the adults were away. Rong Feng had been a steady-tempered person since he was a child and refused to drink. Su Mian just took a sip on his own. The spicy Su Mian stuck out his tongue and turned red.
, after a while the person became dizzy and drunk, and lost consciousness.
Afterwards, Su Mianwen heard that the wine in her father's pot was not ordinary wine, but the wine taken from the ancestor's tomb could make people drunk for more than ten days after just one smell. She only thought it was an adult saying that
It's a joke, otherwise how could she drink and still be fine at such a young age?
Su Mian recalled that he glanced at Rong Feng at the beginning. It was obvious that the two of them had thought of something in a tacit understanding and looked at each other with a smile.
The bearded man made a lot of noise, and soon everyone became curious and leaned over to take a look.
The wine is black, very dark, and the water in it has been completely evaporated over the years. There is only a little bit left in the wine jar that is half a person tall. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that what is left is the wine.
The essence of aging.
The bearded man put the big bag on the ground, raised his eyebrows, took out a bottle with a smile, filled a bottle, and picked it up.
There was a pot full of thousand-year-old wine. Just now, I scolded others for being short-sighted, but it was on my head that I was worse than others. But if I don't take out the thousand-year-old wine, I still don't know. Just now, the wine can't be seen in the jar.
Clearly, you can see it clearly now.
Although the wine is dark, it still has a bit of light, and there are still traces of turbidity in it. The semi-thick appearance reminds people of unboiled black lotus root powder, which is completely transparent like what Su Mingsheng drank back then.
The wines are too different.
"This thousand-year-old wine is really rare, and the lees in the ground are even more valuable. Legend has it that eating it can make you immortal!"