I Had a Home In 1982 Chapter 253

   Chapter 253 252. Half a century old liquor

  Wang Yi briefly introduced himself.

   After hearing his name, the old man Bai shuddered suddenly and asked, "Wang Yi? Teacher Wang, a college student from Tianya Island!"

  Wang Yisan smiled and said, "I'm quite..."

"Oh, that's right, he's Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang Yiwang. I was introduced by the police comrade on the road just now. I panicked at the time. I heard it but didn't take it to heart. You are Mrs. Wang Yiwang!" Mrs. Bai He also slapped him sharply.

  Wang Yi finished what he just said: "It seems that I am quite famous."

   As soon as his voice fell, the figure of the old lady was about to fall—she was about to kneel.

   This confused Wang Yi, so he hurried up to help her up: "What are you doing..."

   "Mr. Wang, you are a benefactor, our benefactor!" The old man Bai said excitedly.

  Wang Yi scratched his **** subconsciously and said, "It's not a kind of kindness today, I just couldn't see what that Chen Jingui did at the time, so I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief."

   "No, don't say anything else, get up, auntie, get up first."

   "Huh? Why are you related to Agui again?" The old man Bai asked suspiciously.

  Wang Yi was also very puzzled, and said, "Yes, it was Chen Jingui who bullied my aunt. I couldn't see it and scared him all of a sudden."

   Mrs. Bai said excitedly, "Mr. Wang, you are talking to my old man in two different ways. We said that you are a benefactor because it has something to do with his crippled leg!"

   Bringing up this topic, the old couple wiped their tears: "He used to ride a bicycle to sell newspapers and magazines in the county, and then at the end of the year before the end of the year, um, at the end of the year, he went to the city by bicycle, and the car got hit."

   "The person who hit him was bad and had no conscience. He hit him and drove away. It was in the twelfth lunar month, when the weather was cold and the north wind was blowing."

"At that time, my old man was outside the city and called Tiantian not working and the ground was not working, and he froze there. Originally, his lumbar spine and hip bone could be cured, but after being broken, he was frozen, and the ground was too cold. , my old man had a broken lumbar spine at the time, and he felt that the crotch on his legs was not too cold, so he didn't go to keep him warm."

   "It's all over now. It was well into the second half of the night when a soldier who was returning to his hometown to visit his relatives and walked at night heard his cry for help and rescued him and sent him to the hospital."

"But it was too late, it was already too late!" the old lady said with tears streaming down her face, "The doctor said that the injury at the time could be cured, but now the nerves are frozen, and the nerves will not recover, and then he will be disabled. ."

   The old man Bai was also full of tears.

   He wiped his tears and said, "At that time, a Dongfeng truck hit me. There was no sign and the police couldn't find it. I recognized the car last year, and it was a driver named Liu Dabiao from your outer island that hit me!"

   The militiamen exclaimed: "Is this bastard?"

   "Fuck, Liu Dabiao doesn't do human affairs, this **** should be caught and beat him first."

   "Didn't he beat him? Teacher Xu beat him very hard."

  The old man Bai said: "I called the police after I recognized him, but it was useless. It had been four or five months at that time, and there was no witness or material. Liu Dabiao killed him and refused to admit it. I can only suffer myself."

The old lady Bai said happily: "I heard that he was arrested by the militia led by Teacher Wang a few days ago, and found that he committed a serious crime by murdering and hiding a body. He is going to be shot, isn't he? Right! This kind of bad guy has to eat peanuts. !"

She clapped her hands happily, and explained embarrassedly, "There is a reason why we old couple hate him so much, it's not just that he hit my old man, you know, after we called the police, the police comrades didn't find any evidence. Let him go."

   "As a result, someone hung two sets of shrouds and a cane tied with paper on the door of my house that night. Do you think this is a human thing?!"

  Wang Yi and the militiamen were furious.

   boldly asked: "Do you think we should go to Jie Da Prison before this **** is shot, pull him out, beat him hard, and send him back, okay?"

  Wang Yi wanted to spray water on the spot—spray tea in his mouth.

   He once thought that the capacity of Dunzi's head was not as large as that of the power bank sold at the train station before, but now he thinks that the capacity of this head is comparable to that of Dunzi.

  I was fortunate enough to know the two talents of Wolong and Phoenix at the same time.

   Boldly and sneered: "I'm joking, we are all law-abiding citizens, how can we go to jail?"

   After introducing the situation, the old couple gave Wang Yi a sigh of relief, each 'benefactor'.

  Wang Yi pulled out the militia team in a low-key manner, saying that he was not alone in arresting Liu Dabiao, but the militia team's credit.

   The militiamen are very proud of this.

  Because it was Wang Dongyi, Wang Xianghai and others who monitored Liu Dabiao's sneaking onto the Mangrove Island at that time, they did have credit.

  The old couple thanked everyone and praised their production team.

   The two of them are quite familiar with the current situation of Tianya Island, specifically, the changes in the production team on Tianya Island.

   Mrs. Bai asked, "Does your production team have a movie theater now? Play movies for your co-workers at night? I heard people say that your co-workers are tired of watching movies."

  Wang Dongfeng contended: "Isn't that tired of watching it? I've watched too much. I put two or three dollars in one night...hehe."

   He was about to pretend, but he noticed that the other militiamen were looking at him with the eyes of the underworld, so he was embarrassed and stopped talking.

   boldly said: "If you are tired of watching it, then don't watch it again."

"No, how can I get tired of looking at cold vegetables every day? I didn't read a few pieces." Wang Dongfeng rubbed his hands awkwardly, "But I, I'm not, it's for our production team, you understand? It's just for us The production team made a name for itself out there."

   Wang Xianghai said: "Be realistic and don't talk nonsense outside!"

  The situation of the old man Bai was similar to that of Huang Xiaohua's mother-in-law. His lower body was paralyzed, so he could only sit on the bedside and arrange for his wife to fill the militia team with tea and water.

  Wang Yi had the nerve to ask an old lady to take care of him, so he personally helped.

   Mrs. Bai naturally wanted to refuse, and the two became polite.

   The old man Bai sighed again and again: "Oh, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I've become a waste old man, and all of a sudden I'm crippled."

   "Oh, I can't do my homework, I can't sell newspapers when I go out, I can't do anything, I can't do anything, I'm a waste!"

   Mrs. Bai wiped away tears when she heard this, and then became happy again: "Oh, I forgot to mention it, old man, do you know why Teacher Wang and the militia comrades came to our house?"

   "They did another big favor for our family today! It's only right that we call them a benefactor!"

   Then she told the story of Chen Jingui with more gusto.

When Wang Yi said 'I asked him to apologize to you', she said embarrassedly: "I didn't know you were Teacher Wang at the time, and I thought you were going to make trouble when you were drunk. I couldn't believe what you said. I didn't dare to provoke Agui, so when I saw you guys were gone, I put it in the basket and left."

   "If I had known you were Teacher Wang at the time, I would have believed that you could uphold justice, then I would not have left, and I would have watched you threatening Agui, so that you would not have to force me to come to the commune."

   Wang Yi smiled and said, "Auntie, what you said is amazing, how can I be so good?"

"Actually, I didn't expect Agui's incident to be so bad. At first, I didn't think about using your mother-in-law to ask him for money. I thought about smearing chicken **** in the newspaper and so on, and then I went to Ask him why the newspaper your mother sold me is so dirty, and use this as an excuse to beat him up."

   "But I thought that hitting someone is illegal and uncivilized, so I decided to scare him. At the same time, in order to turn the matter into extortion, I called the police in advance and asked the public security comrades to criticize him."

   "The result was unexpected..."

   He spread his hands.

   This result was really unexpected. I didn't expect that Agui would be beaten in the head and repented. Not only did he apologize, he also gave up the newspaper kiosk.

   is also a beautiful thing.

   Looking back can be passed down as an interesting talk.

  The old man clapped his legs and laughed loudly: "So such a thing happened, good guy, really good guy, even if I didn't miss it, I knew that this kid Agui is not a bad person."

   "He's different from Liu Dabiao. He just likes to take advantage. He's okay. When I went to the newspaper, he occasionally came across and would help me."

Wang Yi said: "That's really different, Chen Jingui loves to take advantage of small things, Liu Dabiao is bad, the bad has sores on the top of his head, acne on his face, scabies on his chest, hemorrhoids on his butt, hemorrhoids on his back, bedsores on his back, and snakes on his waist—in short It's pus all over."

   "You said it would be nice if he really died like this." Boldly smiled.

The old man Bai also laughed happily and said, "Mr. Wang is worthy of being a college student. He is literate, articulate, and can do things. He has a really good head. Look at what you do about Agui, it's just like the tofu in the newspaper It's like a little story."

   Mrs. Bai followed up: "Mr. Wang is literate. He can write down this incident and send it to the newspaper as a story. You will definitely be able to publish it. There is also a manuscript fee."

  Wang Yi smiled and waved his hand.

   However, my heart moved.

   He wondered whether he would write a novel for a newspaper publisher. He didn't have the ability to write poetry, but he should be able to write novels in this era.

   Of course he did not write social stories, but fairy tale literature and science fiction literature.

   Literature on this subject has not yet set sail in China, so I can write something for my students.

   And you don't have to plagiarize yourself.

   The amount of information in his head is far superior to that of today's fairy tale writers and science fiction writers, and there are many brain holes that he can't even think about in this era.

  Fairy tales and science fiction are the most mind-boggling, but they don't have high requirements for writing.

   He helped the Bai family with two things. The old couple was very grateful to him. No matter what, they asked him to stay for a meal, and they had to kill chickens and buy meat.

  Wang Yi categorically refused: "I drank too much at noon, and now I want to go back to sleep, and there are many of us, where should we sleep at night?"

   "I called my two daughters over and asked them to find a hotel for you. If you go three miles away, you will be the county seat. How can you still have a place to live?" The old man Bai insisted.

  Wang Yi said: "No, no, there is another very important thing, what is it? That grocery shopping, yes, grocery shopping!"

   He laughed: "The members of the production team were all waiting for us to buy and order food to go home. The talents in the team were all damaged by the typhoon, and many people lost their food."

   Now the old couple can't hold back.

  The old man pondered and said: "So, old lady, we have to bring something for Teacher Wang and the militia brothers. There are no good things at home, but there are two jars of old wine. How many years has it been stored?"

  The old lady smiled and said, "How many years have we been married, they have been there for as many years."

   "Hey, that's not forty or fifty years?" The militiamen were amazed.

The old man    said, "Almost, I got married in the seventeenth year, and this year is sixty-five, um, forty-eight years, and this wine is forty-eight years!"

  Wang Yi was stunned.

   Forty-eight years of liquor? It is indeed old wine, but can it still be preserved?

When he asked the question, the old man Bai said, "It will definitely be preserved, and it will be sealed immediately after buying it. At that time, my uncle was working in a winery in Xiasha, and he brought me the old mud from the wine cellar for preservation. in the cellar."

   "At that time my uncle taught me how to keep it, because after I bought the wine, I wanted to keep it for a long time. What do I keep it for? Well, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I want to keep it for my son to marry a wife."

  The old lady Bai said sadly: "As a result, when my son was in his teens, the little devil was picked to death by a bayonet, and the wine has not been touched."

   "I was thinking of marrying a daughter as a dowry. The two daughters are sensible and said this wine was just a thought, so they didn't let us move."

  Wang Yi said: "A gentleman does not take people's favor, uncle and aunt, you can keep this wine, the two elder sisters are right, this is a thought."

   "If you want to give us some gifts, then I'm welcome. I want to ask for something by name."

  The old man Bai waved his hand and said, "What do you want? You can mention it with confidence."

  Wang Yi said: "When I came here just now, I heard from my aunt that you have kept a lot of old newspapers and periodicals. Can you resell them to me?"

   "I'll give you a suitable price!"

The old man Bai smiled and said, "Do you want this? What's the price? You want to take it all. You are a cultural person. If you take the newspapers and magazines back, you definitely don't want to sell them as waste paper, right? You don't want to paste them as wallpaper, right? "

  Wang Yi said: "It's not true, I have friends with old people who are nostalgic, so I'm going to get some old newspapers as gifts for them."

  The old man Bai said: "That's fine, it can definitely be used as a gift. I have the newspaper from the founding day here, October 1, 1949. How many days have it been?"

  Wang Yi was secretly happy when he heard this.

  The newspaper on the day of the founding ceremony is really a very valuable old newspaper!

   Of course, this value cannot be compared with cultural relics and antiques, that is, a few hundred yuan or thousands of yuan.

   He said: "I will discount the current newspaper prices for you. These newspapers are useless and not very valuable now, but they are more valuable to me because they can be used as gifts."

   "As the old saying goes, sending goose feathers for thousands of miles is more important than gifts. I send them old newspapers from many years ago. Isn't this more important?"

  The old man Bai said, "Don't do it. You don't have to give me a discount. If you give me a discount, you won't have to live."

  Wang Yi understood as soon as he heard this.

a lot of!

   Sure enough, when I opened the wing, there were stacks of old newspapers or publications.

  The old man Bai is a caring person. The newspapers and publications are padded with straw paper up and down. The straw paper itself absorbs water and is easy to oxidize, which preserves the newspapers and magazines inside to a certain extent.

Boldly leaned against the door and looked at it, and said, "Mr. Wang, if you really give people a discount, this stack of newspapers will cost you 100 copies? At least five dollars, how much is this stack? more than!"

  Wang Yi said indifferently: "That's five hundred yuan, how much can it be?"

   A copy of the People's Daily on the day of the founding of the country will be earned back!

   He didn't pay much attention to the newspapers, his attention was on one thing in the wing.

  A bicycle, specifically a bicycle with a twisted beam and handlebars - this shows what happened to the old man that Liu Dabiao hit at that time.

  The old man can survive, which is his fate.

   But luckily, the two tires of the bicycle were not damaged, but they were also twisted by the crash.

   So he took the bike out.

   The old man leaned against the window and asked, "Do you want it? Just take it away. The two wheels and the car chain can still be used, but the others can't be used."

  Wang Dongfeng is a clever man in the militia. He said, "If I guess correctly, Mr. Wang is going to make a wheelchair for the uncle."

  Wang Yi smiled and said: "You guessed right, then go and introduce it to the uncle. Let's pull the car back and let Uncle Gao make a wheelchair."

  Wang Dongfeng went to explain to the old man Bai.

   Then Wang Yi asked Da Dao to follow the old lady out to hire a donkey cart. I was afraid that one car was not enough, because I had to buy vegetables, so I had to hire two cars.

  The old man Bai was different from Granny Huang Xiaohua, who had never been to the island. He was knowledgeable. Wang Dongfeng said and gestured and he understood it all.

   He believed in Wang Yi and knew that this young man was faithful to his words and had a sense of justice and sympathy, so when he heard that Wang Yi wanted to find a carpenter to make him a wheelchair, he was filled with passion.

In this way, he had to ask Mrs. Bai to take out the two jars of white wine, and said, "Teacher Wang, take it back, take it back, no matter how you look at your son, you won't be able to come back. Take these two jars of wine back. Let the two of us give you a little favor."

   "Otherwise, I can't ask you for money for newspapers and magazines. You can convert it to me at the current rate. How could I be so embarrassed to ask you for money? I don't need to ask for my face when it's rumored, let people poke their spines and say that kindness will be repaid!"

  Wang Yi said, "Your two jars of wine have been around for forty-eight years, which is worth more than an old newspaper!"

The old man    said with a smile, "It's not that valuable, my wine is not good wine, it's Xiasha barley roast!"

   Wang Yi thought about it.

  I have never heard of this wine.

  Bold and the others said enthusiastically, "Ah? Uncle, what you are collecting are two jars of barley roasted under the sand? Haha, no wonder you are not afraid that it will be broken. The wine should not be 60 degrees?"

   They introduced to Wang Yi: "The barley shochu is a spirit, and the taste is really ordinary. It is a local wine in the south of the Yangtze River. It was there before the founding of the People's Republic of China."

"At that time, three mountains were oppressing the common people. The common people were poor. They lived in thatched cottages and wore ragged clothes. In winter, they had to go into the water to fish. Think about how cold it was that day? Isn't it? The common people We can only warm ourselves with barley burning."

   "Yes, that's why people at that time didn't care about the taste of barley burnt, they wanted a strong drink. The stronger the wine, the warmer it would be to drink it."

Wang Xianghai, the oldest in the militia team, said with a smile: "Actually, you don't drink this wine very much. The barley burnt is made by the people in Xiasha at home. Since six years or so, they have not allowed themselves to brew it. It is difficult to control the quality, and it is easy to drink to death. "

"The last time I drank this wine when I was in my twenties, I started drinking it since the 14th or 15th year. At that time, I went to the sea with my uncle and elders to grab the tidal fish in winter. The sea water in winter was really cold. When the fishing flood came, everyone was suffocating with a mouthful of barley. Just pour it into the water when it's burned, that guy is really strong, it burns from his mouth to his stomach, and his body is hot all of a sudden!"

   The old man Bai said, "Yes, that's the case, and my barley roast is not the current 50-60 degree factory brewed barley roast, mine is Xiasha Chen's barley roast, 78 degrees!"

"Although barley shochu is not a good wine, it's not bad for me, because I wanted to save it for a few more years. My uncle said that high-alcohol liquor can be saved for a few years, and low-alcohol liquor can't be saved for a few years, so I just stomped my teeth and stomped my foot to save it. The most expensive Chen family barley roast."

"There are two jars in total. One jar is ten jin. That's the twenty-two or twenty-three years of the Republic of China. Well, anyway, in the 20th year of the Republic of China, a jar of barley from the Chen family cost two Yuan Datou. Buy three jars and four jars!"

   Listening to his introduction, the militiamen who were good at drinking were also shocked: "78 degrees, this is alcohol!"

   Mrs. Bai led people to drive the car, and they began to load newspapers into the car.

A stack of newspapers is not a hundred copies but two hundred copies, because in the early years, newspapers had only a small number of pages, some only had eight pages and two pages, but some were newspapers from the 1970s. In the 1970s, newspapers had more pages. Now, there may be no more than 200 copies in a stack.

   But Wang Yi gave ten dollars together, and the two altars of Xiasha barley burning for 48 years must be very valuable in 22 years.

   In the end, there are really many newspapers and magazines, a total of 185 stacks.

   One thousand eight hundred and fifty yuan!

   Mrs. Bai was anxious when she heard that she really wanted to discount.

   How can you ask a double benefactor so much money? After all, waste paper was sold in the past, and so much waste paper could not be sold for 100 yuan.

  Wang Yi was polite to her. It was really a dispute between the old couple. In the end, the old lady only needed 1,000 yuan. This was the result of the militiamen fighting together.

   He didn't have so much money now, so he said he was on credit.

  The old couple did not hesitate, just waved and let him take it away.

The old man who was driving the car leaned on the door and said enviously, "You can do it, Lao Bai, no wonder you didn't want to sell it when you came here to change the candy, but now you have a hundred copies of the Great Unity, piles of old books and newspapers for one. The great unity of the stack!"

   Mrs. Bai smiled embarrassedly: "Mr. Wang wants to make a wheelchair for my old man, so that we can go to the contracted market newsstand to sell newspapers and publications, and there is a way to survive at home."

  The old man and his son will hold Wang Yi in awe.

   They went to buy a lot of vegetables, and then the old man sent them to the wharf without money, showing the simple folk customs.

  Wang Yi eats soft and not hard, how can he let his family work in vain, but the father and son have pulled out the big animals in the family.

   So he handed out cigarettes as usual, and each gave a pack of cigarettes: he naturally brought cigarettes when he came to the banquet.

   The wind is still quite strong now, and they began to wonder who to send them back to the production team.

  Wang Yi pondered for a moment.

   then laughed.

   A grass-green motor boat slowly docked to the pier, and Zhang Youxin was humming a song on it.

   Ready to get off work.

   He held up his hand to block the wind and shouted, "Brother Zhang..."

   Hearing this voice, Zhang Youxin's body trembled violently, and when he turned his head to look at Wang Yi, he found that his expression was terrified.

   Then he saw Wang Yihou's reaction was very interesting: he immediately squatted down!

   Wang Yi was puzzled.

What does    mean?

  What are you doing to be sorry for me?

  Old Zhang saves money to buy a new house. He finds out that his surname is Wang next door. When he encounters difficulties, he asks for help.

   The problem is that this old Zhang has no sweet wife, what is he afraid of doing?

  Wang Yi walked over and stared at him and asked, "Brother Zhang, what's the matter with you?"

   Zhang Youxin smiled and said, "No, it's nothing."

He is a person who can't lie. Wang Yi saw at a glance that he must have something, so he asked: "Brother Zhang, have you been avoiding me recently? We haven't seen each other for a few days. If I hadn't called you today, Do you want to pretend you didn't see me when you see me?"

   Zhang Youxin continued to smirk: "How can we, we are not that kind of people."

  Wang Yi asked, "Isn't it a bad feeling to lie? Brother, just say something straight, how can I be sorry for you?"

Zhang Youxin's expression collapsed, and he sat directly on the bow and said, "I'm sorry for you. About a month ago, I read the news that on June 15th, the Malvinas garrison in the Malvinas Islands attacked the British chicken chestnut army. Surrender, alas, imperialism has won."

   Wang Yi suddenly realized.

   This guy is still obsessed with this matter. To be honest, he really didn't take the bet at that time to heart.

   Zhang Youxin took it to heart, and he cried out in despair, "Brother, I would like to admit defeat."

   He got the news in late June. He was really heartbroken when he heard the news.

   Didn't the Argentine army sunk the imperialist destroyer? Wasn't the commander of the lieutenant colonel of the 2nd Imperialist Parachute Battalion killed? Why did you suddenly surrender!

   It's over, I found a brother for myself!

   After he understood this, he had been avoiding Wang Yi, but today he was singing and returning to Hong Kong, but he ran into him. He could only sigh at his enemy.

  Wang Yi smiled and said: "Okay, Brother Youxin, the bet was just a joke at that time, why did you take it seriously?"

   "I don't need you to call me eldest brother, so let's just send us back to Tianya Island. I happen to stay with us for a drink tonight. Seeing the weather and the storm at sea tomorrow, you shouldn't have to go to work."

   When Zhang Youxin heard that he wanted to drink, he said nothing at once: "Let's go, get on the boat, wait, I'll leave a letter to the leader."

   He took out the ballpoint pen hanging in his jacket pocket, and quickly wrote a note and gave it to an acquaintance to help carry it over.

   With Zhang Youxin's motor boat accompanying, the return journey is now convenient.

   The sky was still bright when they went back, but it was cloudy, and the sea and the island were foggy.

   In this weather, Tianya Island has changed from the domineering sea monsters in the past, becoming immortal and graceful.

  The misty white and wet mist rose from the sea, covering the green island like a veil. The howling wind couldn't blow away the mist, but it would occasionally make a hole.

   Then the mountains were full of green and green, and he appeared with his pipa half-covered.

  It was already twilight, and the sea fog rose from the sea and grew from the water, but did not spread to the sea. They flowed continuously to the island, making the island light and hazy.

   There is fog almost from the pier. When you look at it from a distance, the boats on the pier are swayed by the wind and beaten by the waves, and then they seem to float in the clouds.

  Wang Yi shook his head again and again.

  The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlit flowers and forests are like sleet. Frost in the air does not feel flying, white sand can not be seen on Ting!

   "Spring River Flower Moon Night" is really a masterpiece!

  Why can't I write it? Wang Yi wondered if his brain capacity was not big enough.

   The motor boat drove to the pier, and the women and children who were picking up seafood by the sea against the wind came over.

   Wang Yi shouted: "Is it still catching the sea in this weather? It's very dangerous."

  Wang Xinzhao said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, didn't you tell us that Baojianfeng comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold? Just like, good seafood is only available in this kind of weather."

  Wang Yi beckoned: "Okay, then you put your hands aside first, and carry these newspapers to me, carry me to listen to Taoju."

   Too many newspapers and magazines are not easy to handle.

   is like a prayer bell, he can't take the big bell with him!

  Two jars of wine disembark first, they are precious.

  The old couple of the Bai family kept it very carefully, and a vent was dug in the cellar to keep them ventilated. The two ceramic jars were dusted with old mud. He had someone to hold them on the boat along the way—

  Old wine is afraid of violent shaking.

   boldly asked: "Mr. Wang, when did we do this wine?"

  Wang Yi said: "Wait for me to get married."

   Zhang Youxin is an expert in wine. He looked at the jar and said, "Xiasha Chen's barley burnt, this wine is good, has it been twenty or thirty years?"

   "Would you like to try it tonight? I haven't had barley burn much before. This wine is too strong, and most people can't stand it."

  Wang Dongfeng said proudly: "It's more than 20 or 30 years, half a century, 48 years!"

   Zhang Youxin was surprised: "Ah, a jar of wine like this is worth a lot of money, and a jar of wine doesn't cost 100 or 80 yuan?"

  One hundred and eighty yuan is a high price, and now a bottle of Maotai is only eight yuan and six.

   However, it is not easy to buy Moutai, mainly because Moutai, Wuliangye and Fenjiu all use special wine tickets, there are Maotai tickets and Wuliangye tickets, so Wang Yicai brought Wuliangye here from 22 years, it is not easy to buy!

  Wang Yi said: "I don't want to say how much money, it was given to me by someone, this is my heart."

   "Okay, Bold and Dayi, you must be careful, I beg you two, don't make any mistakes, walk slowly, don't be in a hurry, and send the wine back well, I want to keep it."

   Zhang Youxin joined in the fun and followed Tingtaoju.

   Then the others left and he was still lingering inside.

  Wang Yi said: "Don't look at it, it's impossible to drink this. Besides, what's so good about barley burnt? It's similar to Yimao burnt. Tonight, let's drink good wine and drink Wuyi Daqu."

  Wuyi Daqu is a local wine in Jiangnan, there is no famous wine in Jiangnan, and Wuyi Daqu is already a representative work.

This is a strong-flavor cellar wine, which is made of high-grade glutinous sorghum as raw material. Wine gluttons commented that it is rich in cellar fragrance, soft and sweet, sweet in the mouth and refreshing in the mouth. It has also won the "No. 1 Jiangnan Liquor" "honor.

   Of course, considering the arrogance of Jiangnan liquor, this is purely a chicken pecking at each other to choose a king chicken.

  The 82-year-old Wuyi Daqu is not easy to buy, and the sales are very hot, but no one buys this wine in 22 years. Wang Yi used the 82-year-old wine bottle to pack the 22-year-old wine - this is old bottled new wine!

Zhang Youxin was not very happy when he heard Wuyi Daqu, he rubbed his hands and said: "What, that brother, there were many people on the boat at the dock just now, I'm embarrassed to call you, you see, I'll call you brother in private in the future, okay? I have to save face outside."

  Wang Yi smiled helplessly: "My gambling game at that time was a joke..."

   Zhang Youxin interrupted him and shook his head and said, "Men, you must spit..."

   "Spit is spit." Wang Yi took his words.

   Zhang Youxin laughed and said, "Then it's settled, I'll call you brother in private, but not outside."

Wang Yi said: "Alright, alright, in private, you call me bro, in public I call you bro, we'll talk about it separately. What are you still doing here, bro? Hurry up and take out the wine for you, now. Have a drink tonight!"

   (end of this chapter)

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