Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3588
"Mom, how about you try my wine first?"

In the brewing room in the backyard of the manor, Chen'er scooped up a bowl of mincemeal wine and presented it to Yang Ruoqing with excited hands.

More than half a month has passed, and today, the wine is almost fermented, and the mother and son come to Kaifeng to taste it together.

"Okay, mother first come and taste the Baiguo wine brewed by my Chen'er!" Yang Ruoqing said.

He took the wine bowl, took a sip, and swallowed it after hovering on the tip of his tongue for a moment.

Then, she gave Chen'er a thumbs up: "This fruit wine is sweet and clear, like a clear spring in the mountains. It is really good to quench thirst. I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!"

Chen'er smiled, "I don't like the feeling of being drunk, I like the faint smell of wine!"

He took a sip himself and was satisfied with his normal performance.

"Mother, I want to taste the wine you made!" Chen'er put down the wine bowl, a little eager to fight.

Because when brewing wine, the two mothers were back to back, and they made an appointment that no one was allowed to peep.

At this time, he was very curious about what kind of wine his mother made.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, "Okay, mother will choose a wine suitable for your age to taste, which one should you choose?"

She pondered in front of a row of wine jars, comparing...

"Have it!"

Yang Ruoqing snapped her fingers, grabbed a small wine jar, slapped the mud off it, and pulled out the cork.

The moment the cork was pulled out, a strange fragrance wafted out, instantly covering the fragrance of Chen'er's mincemeal wine.

Smelling this strange fragrance, Chen'er suddenly felt refreshed, and the Lingtai felt empty.

At this time Yang Ruoqing had already picked up the wine jar and poured wine into the empty bowl on the table in front of her.

The wine trickled out from the mouth of the altar and fell into the bowl, pure and transparent, like a clear spring in the mountains.

It's just that as more wine was poured in, the strange fragrance spread in the room bit by bit, completely occupying the room, and then wafted out from the cracks in the door and under the windows...

It floated into the nose of a big fruit tree not far away, the snoring middle-aged man with his back leaning against the big tree and tilting his head.

He woke up in an instant, and his dirty fingers brushed away the straw-like messy hair in front of his forehead, revealing a pair of sharp eyes that people dare not look directly at.

His nose was sniffing vigorously, and suddenly, he turned his gaze to the brewery not far away, as if he suddenly understood something, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, there's wine to drink!"

He jumped up from the ground like a child, and ran towards the winery, dancing and dancing...

In the brewery.

Chen'er used his actions to perfectly explain to Yang Ruoqing his love for her brewed wine.

"Mom, let me drink another bowl, okay? Just one bowl?"

Chen'er begged bitterly, her pretty little face was stained with a faint crimson color.

But those eyes became more and more clear and bright, like stars in the sky.

"Silly boy, this is wine, not a drink. If you drink too much, you will get drunk!" Yang Ruoqing said dumbfounded.

Chen'er didn't follow her, and circled around Yang Ruoqing, "Mother, after drinking this wine, Chen'er feels indescribably comfortable and happy,"

"Chen'er seems to have seen spring, a hundred flowers are in full bloom, and I am riding a horse, galloping across the grass..."

"Chen'er seems to see that he has been admitted to Yingtian Academy again, and his grandfather looks excited..."

"Chen'er seems to be dreaming that one day, I will follow my father to the battlefield and fight the enemy bravely..."

"Mother, this wine is so magical, it makes Chen'er's chest feel like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River are galloping. I have written so many articles on weekdays, and now I can't find a word to describe my feelings to one ten thousandth... ..."

Hearing Chen'er's praise to death, Yang Ruoqing smiled with crooked eyebrows.

She is very confident in her wine-making skills. This is the wisdom brought from her previous life. It is the crystallization of the wisdom of countless wine-making geniuses and wine tasters. Moreover, it has been marketed and has been well received by countless wine drinkers. .

"Chen'er, no matter how good this wine is, you can't be greedy. You are just a child. Drinking too much wine will hurt your health..."

"Being able to drink such good wine, even if I take my life immediately, I will have no regrets!"

A strange voice suddenly sounded in the brewing room, interrupting Yang Ruoqing's words, and also surprised Yang Ruoqing and Chen'er.

Because in a corner of the brewery, there was a man with ragged clothes and disheveled hair sitting lazily.

Judging from his body, he was tall and burly, and judging from his appearance, he was quite decent. Judging from his age, he was probably about the same as Yang Huazhong, in his forties.

His whole body, except for the big wine gourd around his waist, was fairly clean, and everything else was dirty. At first glance, he looked no different from those homeless people under the overpass.

And at this time, the homeless man in front of him was raising his head, holding the jar of wine that she had opened earlier with both hands, and pouring it into his mouth.

This heroic look made Yang Ruoqing suddenly think of Qiao Feng drinking in the TV series.

It's just that, seeing her carefully crafted wine being drunk by him like a cow, because he poured it too quickly and his mouth is not that big,
A small amount of wine dripped down his sparse beard and into his neck, and the clothes on his chest were soaked in a large area in an instant.

Yang Ruoqing's heart is bleeding...

"Who are you? When did you enter this brewery? Why did you steal the wine brewed by my mother? Put it down!"

Chen'er couldn't help shouting angrily, and was about to go forward to snatch the wine jar, but was grabbed by Yang Ruoqing.

"Forget it, this jar of wine is almost bottomed out, let's forget it after he drinks it!" she said.

The old lady has already spoken, so Chen'er naturally wants to listen.

It's just that when he saw the fallen drinks, he felt distressed and angry at the same time, his pretty little face flushed red.

"Uncle, this manor belongs to Princess Nine, and this wine is brewed by our mother and son. Although you came to drink my wine uninvited, I will not be embarrassed by your previous compliments. is you."

"However, please leave quickly after drinking this wine!" Yang Ruoqing said.

The middle-aged man put down the wine jar slowly, but did not leave.

He was leaning against the corner of the wall like a puddle of mud, holding the wine jar in front of his chest with both hands, his eyes were blurred, his eyes were loose, and a strange red color appeared on his face.

"The first sip is like a clear spring entering the throat, clear and sweet."

"The second sip, there is a tendency to start a prairie fire. Sip it, enter the throat, pass through the internal organs, and burn like a flame..."

"The third bite..."

"The flames are extinguished, the passion recedes, but it is like frost, snowflakes, loneliness..."

"Drinking this wine is like going through the cycle of four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter,"

"Son, don't stare at me, this wine is very good, the best in the world."

"People of different ages and experiences have completely different perceptions after drinking it."

"For you, what you drink is longing, longing."

"Old man Yu, what he drank was memories..."

"Good wine, good wine..."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he picked up the wine jar in his hand again, and drank the last drop of wine into his throat...

Then, he got up and staggered out of the door, as if he was still singing a little tune, which was a dialect that Yang Ruoqing and Chen'er could not understand.

(End of this chapter)