They encountered a bamboo forest in front of them. The bamboo forest was very wide and spread all the way to the mountain.
"Fat man, do you smell anything?" Ning Fan stopped.
Hua Wuque also took a decent sniff and said, "Why does it smell like blood?"
"Yes, it smells like blood."
"Don't think too much. Starting from that mountain, we have already entered the inner perimeter of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. There can be no human beings at all. It may be the smell of blood from wild beasts."
"Be careful, let's go take a look."
The bamboo forest is green and exudes a unique fragrance.
DONG DONG DONG!!!
Hua Wuque knocked on the green bamboo, as if he had discovered something, and said to Ning Fan, "Good brother, lend me your dagger."
"Take it!"
After getting the dagger, Hua Wuque began to drill holes into the bamboo tube, and within a short while a stream of red water spilled out.
This water is not simple, it actually exudes a strong aroma of wine.
Ning Fan was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that someone would make this kind of wine here. This kind of liquor is poured into bamboo tubes and fermented for many years, causing the liquor to become a fine wine.
When he saw Hua Wuque opening his mouth to drink, he also said: "This is really good wine, please drink it all."
Ning Fan didn't want to drink anything now, and naturally he didn't want Hua Wuque to fall asleep immediately after drinking too much, delaying things.
"Fat man, stop drinking. This wine may have been brewed by the villagers. Just fill your kettle with a little. Don't drink too much. We have to go on our way."
But after just saying that, Ning Fan noticed something was wrong, because if this was wine brewed by the villagers, the villagers should have taken it out and shared it with them when they were leaving not long ago.
Could it be that this wine was not brewed by the villagers but by someone else?
Hua Wuque didn't care about this. After drinking, he filled it with his own water bottle, smiling from ear to ear.
This also made Ning Fan very curious. Is it really that delicious? He took a little of it from the bottle and took a sip.
It melts in your mouth and is filled with fragrance. You can feel the fragrance exuding from your pores, penetrating your limbs and feeling refreshed.
Ning Fan couldn't help but take a few more sips. He could feel the fatigue in his body disappear instantly and he was filled with strength again.
"Fat man, this wine is so weird."
"Of course, because the bamboo here is very special. You can't see this kind of bamboo outside. It absorbs the natural atmosphere all year round, and the wine brewed naturally has a natural flavor, which can
It refreshes the mind and clears the seven meridians and eight meridians. This is a good thing that comes only once in a hundred years."
After saying this, Ning Fan carefully observed these bamboos and found that they were indeed more crystal clear and a little different than the bamboos outside.
The bamboo outside has been affected by industrialization to some extent, but it is different in Shiwandashan, and it is normal for it to have this effect.
"Good brother, don't waste it. Master Dao guessed that this may have a history of a hundred years. As for the person who made the wine, he is probably dead. We don't want it in vain."
"Too!"
Indeed, this kind of bamboo wine can have such effects and has a history of at least a hundred years. Instead of leaving it here to evaporate with the passage of time, why not take it out and taste it yourself later.
The two of them had a clear division of labor. When there were not enough bottles, they directly cut off the bamboo tubes section by section. At least half of the wine was inside.
An hour later, Ning Fan packed his backpack full.
As long as you drink sparingly, you should be fine for four to five years.
Hua Wuque continued to knock on the bamboo unwillingly, hoping to bring more things out.
At the same time, something swayed from the mud not far away, attracting Ning Fan's attention.