cultivating immortals and planting the fields

Chapter 163
"I'm talking about the village chief, you should treat yourself to a meal anyway, don't mess around with the drinks or something, just use something that can be used to coax girls to drink, how about we old girls, let's have something white." Zhang Xiuxiu's mother mentioned The wine bottle yelled at the old village chief who was toasting at the man's table.

Not to mention, he would come here for whatever he was afraid of. The women in the village all drank, and it would be unreasonable if they didn't give it.

Fortunately, the village chief Zhang, who wanted to come back to drink, separated the wine, five catties per pot, not a big plastic pot, and it is easy to pour. You can't take a twenty catties big plastic pot to fill the table to the bar , Besides, the [-]-jin plastic jug means that when you think of wine, you probably can't lift it until you reach a few cups. The wine glasses are not small, and they are all disposable plastic cups that can hold two and a half.Therefore, as long as the owner is holding the pot, he is not afraid of spilling the wine. If they are all divided into one-jin bottles, Village Chief Zhang really didn't do much work.Besides, the rural people are not so particular about it. If there is good wine, drink good wine, if there is no good wine, drink bad wine, no one will mind these things.

"Sister-in-law De, if you want to drink, come here and pick up a pot. You can get rid of your wine when you come to my house. The pot over there is full of five-year-old Huaiyi. You can just pick up a pot." Anyway, the wine It was placed next to the door of the main room of the table, and it was also close to their female table. Zhang Xiuxiu's mother walked over and brought a pot directly.

There was too much wine, and I was not afraid of not having enough wine, so the village chief's wife removed the drinks with a wave of her hand, and everyone at the table had to drink some white.If you want to drink, it’s interesting for everyone to drink the same thing, isn’t it? Wang Mengyao and Liu Li can only swallow their mouths while watching them drink in large bowls. They are very envious. To pour a little less, try to say.In the past, they drank a lot of beer, fruit wine, and even red wine, but this white wine was the first time for the two of them.Zhang Xiuxiu, who was already greedy, saw that her mother didn't care about her intentions today, and just picked up the bowl until it was only half a bowl.Of course, Xiao Keke was the only exception on this table. There was a half bottle of drink in front of her, a drink cup in her left hand, and a deep-fried big frog in her right hand.Nibbling two frogs and drinking a drink, it looks like you are at ease.

The women at this table started to drink in a bustling manner, while the elders at the big wine table with two tables facing each other over there had already blushed a lot and had thick necks.

Drinking in the countryside naturally uses local materials. There are no round tables in big hotels. Anyway, everyone is big and rough. They are also gentle and sweep the floor in front of them. They drink in big bowls, hold vegetables in big bowls, and eat vegetables with big mouthfuls. The dishes that cannot be reached are okay Stand up and hold, eat happily, drink freely, and sit casually.

Therefore, in rural wineries, there are generally no such miscellaneous broken rules.

Now that we have arrived at the village head’s house, the village head is the owner, and selling wine is his responsibility. The one who gets the wine is Zhang Shengli, and the two uncles and nephews go into battle together, which makes sense. Besides, Zhang Shengli is just like the village head’s own son. Village head Zhang kindly showed him some nurturing grace.

After three laps, Uncle Sun drank up the whole box of Yinjiannan that Uncle Sun had brought, and Zhang Shengli rushed to the door of the village chief with two jugs of sorghum wine.Carrying a pot in one hand seems to save me a trip.However, the villagers generally have nothing to do with drinking the sorghum wine brewed by Zhang Huaiyi, and they can't get drunk when they are drunk.

So everyone in Yinjiannan can still drink evenly. This sorghum wine is just a full cup for each person.Two-two-five plastic cups, more than half of a pot of wine goes down in one circle.

There is a habit of drinking in Zhangwa Village. That is the three-circle gate. The so-called three-circle gate is within the three-circle wine. Even if others drink three glasses in three rounds, and you drink one cup in three rounds, you must drink up the cup in front of the door.In the past, there was so much drinking at Grandpa Zhang’s house that everyone in the village drank together. Zhang Wei drank a glass of wine in three circles, and then he got a glass of sorghum wine and watched in front of the door.

Everyone also knows about Zhang Wei. Generally speaking, you don't drink a lot of wine, but you can barely drink some especially good wine. Therefore, everyone no longer clamors about how much wine you have to drink. Li Qinglong and Ye Leng are today's newcomers. There are no guests, and they are all young people. These three glasses of wine are indispensable.

The two of you are also refreshing, you want to drink, everyone drank three laps, and they also drank three cups, as for Sun Xiaolei, he can drink as he pleases, everyone knows that he will go to the provincial capital once a day, and even the three in front of the door The wine circle didn't even yell at him. If he wanted to drink, he would follow everyone. If he didn't want to drink, forget it.

Li Qinglong and the other three are just playing anyway, at worst they will stay in the village today. In such a big village, do you still worry about where to live?Even the village chief's family can accommodate three more people.

After three rounds of drinking, Li Qinglong and Ye Leng looked unbelievable, and they were completely fine. It seemed that they could drink a lot. People in the village saw it and praised them for a lot. Even Village Chief Zhang, who can drink the most It’s also a bit face-saving, but the village head is red-faced wine, and the redder it is, the more drinkable it is. At this time, it’s probably just drinking the wine. If one day the village head’s face turns pale, then it’s really over. .

Even if Li Qinglong and Ye Leng can drink very well, with this group of elders in the village to accompany them, they probably will be drunk if they are not drunk today.

Although the village head and Zhang Wei are both Zhang Huaiyi's five-year-aged sorghum wine, and even this wine is taken from the same wine tank, this wine is a few days older than Zhang Wei's wine. Uncle Sun and the others immediately smelled the wine brewed with "white radish" and "fake ginseng".It looks like a white radish, but it is actually a thousand-year-old ginseng, but no one knows it. The fake ginseng is also a few decades old adult ginseng.How can sorghum wine made with thousand-year-old ginseng be comparable to ordinary sorghum wine?

Not only the efficacy, but also the taste and mellowness, are not comparable to the wine that the old village chief brought out today.Although this wine smells mellow, it is not at the same level as the wine I drank last time.

"Yourong, are you the five-year-old wine from Huaiyi?" Master Zhang took a sip and asked Zhang Yourong suspiciously. He hasn't finished drinking the five-year-old wine that he distributed from Zhang Wei last time. It doesn't taste like this wine at all.If Zhang Wei is said to be aged for five years, the wine that Zhang You Rong brought out is the new wine that just came out of the wine tube, which is a bit flattering.

The same five-year aging, is there such a big gap?Besides, it's still wine in the same vat, isn't it?

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