Famous peasant girl has a little field

Chapter 111 Are you going to sell the wine?

Shen Xiaoyu saw that the attitude of the short and fat old man had changed too much. Although she was happy in her heart, she didn't think he was the kind of villain who said nothing to anyone.

After all, the light of surprise that flickers in his eyes can only be seen by those who really return the wine, and there is no embarrassment on his face caused by being slapped in the face. It can be seen that this person is still open-minded, and the relationship with the stubborn old man may be just With one exception, who knows what resentment and anger there is between them.

Shen Xiaoyu told the truth, "The wine is left by the ancestors, not made by the little girl."

The chunky old man nodded, not feeling disappointed. After all, the legendary wine that can produce white mist has to go through at least a hundred years of cellaring, and it has to be of extraordinary quality in the first place.

Like altar wine, although he has not tasted it yet, it is impossible for the white mist to be brewed by people who are still alive, and it is impossible for it to appear without the storage of several generations.

Shen Xiaoyu's face was covered by a hood, but her voice was very tender. It sounded like she was no more than 20 years old at the most. I'm afraid she didn't have much experience in wine making at this age.Even her small hands exposed outside are white and slender, I'm afraid she can't even move a larger wine jar, so how can she be the one who brews this kind of fairy wine?

That's right, in the eyes of the short and fat old man, this altar of wine can already be called fairy wine. It is said that the mist that is really old and good wine can condense into a shape and float in the air for a long time. Wine is called divine wine.

But like Shen Xiaoyu's wine, after the white mist came out of the mouth of the jar, it soon drifted away, at most it can only be called fairy wine.

But even this kind of fairy wine is rare, and it will definitely win the first place in this wine tasting conference.

Even the short and fat old man is somewhat complacent. He has learned the art of brewing wine since he was a child, and now it has been more than 60 years. If given time, he is also confident that the wine he brewed will become a famous wine handed down from generation to generation. Unfortunately, he is afraid that he will not live to that day.

The chunky old man's eyes and brows were filled with joy, but the stubborn old man and the white-haired old man at the side quit. The jar of wine was held in the chunky old man's arms for too long, and they were also jealous.

They just took a quick look at the mist, and they didn't even smell the wine as much as the dumpy old man did. If they weren't afraid that the mouth of the jar would be opened for too long and the smell of the wine would disperse, they really wanted to open the wine cork and smell the aroma.

As for tasting... wine of this quality can be seen as extraordinary at a glance, it can be called a priceless treasure, how can they just taste it casually?It's a good thing to drink with less of a sip.

And when Shen Xiaoyu left, they never even thought about such a thing as stealing.

Being invited by Duoweixuan to identify good wines today, their reputation in the industry is second to none, so naturally they would not do such a bad thing.

It is even said that once they take a look at Qiongsu wine, they will never forget it in this life, but if they can take a look at it in their lifetime, they will die in peace.

The three old men stopped arguing and chatted together in a low voice. After a long time, the white-haired old man said to Shen Xiaoyu: "Girl, this wine of yours is really extraordinary, and it will definitely be sold in this auction." Yicai, please rest assured that you put the wine here."

Shen Xiaoyu said: "Since it is taken, I can trust the reputation of Duoweixuan, but I just heard from the buddy that the wine can be placed in Duoweixuan for auction, or you can find a suitable person to sell it, because I am in a hurry to spend money , I wonder if I can ask some seniors to find a buyer for this wine for me?"

The three old men were startled and happy, and said in unison: "Are you going to sell the wine?"

(End of this chapter)