"Chen Login is really good at joking. Let's discuss something with Chen Login. Lend me your little dagger and I'll pry it open to see what's inside."
Watching Chen Jiansheng speak, I shook my head. I always felt that Chen Jiansheng's attitude towards Sister Hong was much better than when we first met. Sister Hong kept criticizing him along the way, calling her a Southern rat, but even so, Chen Jiansheng was the most
Just a few words of complaint.
Everyone has a tendency to gossip, so I wondered if this old boy had some evil thoughts about Sister Hong.
I thought about it for a while and thought to myself: "It's amazing. Is this Chen Geogong going to take over the Alpine prairie?" People in the industry say that a mole is open-minded by nature. I guess this old boy is not ready yet.
clear.
Taking the small dagger, Chen Jiansheng squatted down. After he straightened the soul warehouse, he started to pry it with the knife.
Along the edge of the mouth of Taohuncang, there is a layer of light yellow stuff, like a layer of wax used for waterproofing. It has been used for more than two thousand years. This wax layer has become as dry as a stone. If you poke it with a dagger, only a white layer will be left.
Point, very hard.
Thanks to the sharpness of the dagger, after more than ten minutes of tinkering with sweat on his forehead, he finally pried open a small crack.
Instantly, the aroma of wine hit my nostrils.
Chen Jiansheng's eyes widened, "I... the soul warehouse is actually filled with wine? Two thousand years of wine!"
He took a step back and immediately shook his head in denial: "No, no, there was no high-quality distilled liquor at that time. The taste of this liquor..."
Sister Hong also became curious. He looked at the soul warehouse on the ground and said: "A well-preserved celadon plum vase was unearthed from the Dabaotai Han Tomb. The bottle was filled with wine at that time. Although this is rare,
But it has existed before, but no one has seen it.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Jiansheng didn't know whether he was trying to show off or something, but he suddenly said: "Today, I, Liu Jiansheng, am in luck. Once the lid is opened, it will evaporate later. No, this opportunity is rare.
I have to take a sip of this wine and see what it tastes like."
"No way, Chen Tugong, do you want to drink?" I didn't expect this man to be so bold.
He touched his chin and smiled: "I'm an alcoholic. I haven't tasted a drop in half a year. The thought of a thousand-year-old wine makes me thirsty. Let me ask you, kid, do you know what the highest state of drinking is?"
I shook my head and said I didn’t know. I said I don’t drink.
He glanced at Sister Hong and said coaxingly: "The highest level of drinking is to develop liver cancer. At this point, your practice is considered complete."
I almost couldn't hold it back. I thought to myself, it's not that bad. I have perfected my practice and went directly to the crematorium to get a new home.
Sister Hong cursed silently: "Two hundred and five."
"Hey, look, I drank it," he pried open the entire oil seal in the soul warehouse, reached in and scooped some out.
He was pouting, his brows were furrowed, and his expression didn't look good.
"What's wrong, Chen Tugong, how do you feel?" He didn't speak, and I thought he was poisoned.
Chen Jiansheng swallowed his throat and frowned: "What kind of wine is this? It smells like wine, but why does it taste so weird? It's as sweet as sugar water."
Only three minutes after he spoke, I suddenly saw that his face started to turn red, and it became redder and redder, almost as if he had red paint on his face.
