Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4965

"Is there any good wine at Ma'am's place? My family also has a lot of good wine. It was transported by my father from the south of the Yangtze River. It is said that it was brewed by a famous winemaking workshop there."

"What kind of wine can be called good wine?"

Jiang Wulang couldn't believe it, he had been taken away by Yang Ruoqing's wine, it was really difficult for him to drink ordinary wine, even the best wine sold in the capital was far inferior.

"I don't drink, so I don't know. It's just that my father said it's a good wine. How about you go to my house with me to try the wine?" Han Feiyu raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, try it."

Jiang Wulang's eyes lit up. He really has no immunity to good wine, which was taught badly by Bai Wulang.

I remember when he first joined the army, he was still a young boy with a very shy smile.

Bai Goro said, we have the same name, so you have to learn my interest.

In this way, after learning one spear technique and drinking a jar of wine, after learning ninety-nine and eighty-one spear techniques, one must drink at least ninety-nine and eighty-one jars of wine.

After drinking so much wine, Jiang Wulang's drinking capacity was almost approaching that of Bai Goro. Later, the apprentice and the master drank together.

However, in Jiang Wulang's heart, Bai Wulang is the master, but Bai Wulang didn't let him call him master, so he had no choice but to call him Wuye.

Han Feiyu's home is in the city, not very far from the pier.

But there are various patrols in the city, and her home is relatively secret, so it is still very safe.

"This courtyard belongs to your family?" Jiang Wulang was taken aback.

He could see this courtyard when he passed by. It was a quiet courtyard similar to Jiangnan pastoral style. Most of the buildings in it were blue and white, with blue tiles and white walls, like ink paintings.

At that time, he still thought, who is so stylish, who put the style of Jiangnan in Kyoto.

Who knew, this turned out to be Han Feiyu's house, what a surprise.

"There are two jars of wine buried under the pear tree in the yard, and a lot of them are stored in the cellar. Let's dig out the wine under the pear tree."

Han Feiyu rushed to the pear tree.

Looking at the pear tree, which was as thick as a person's arms, she was stunned.

She suddenly saw traces carved on the tree.

Every trace is the imprint of her growth.

As if she saw her father's loving smile, he stretched out his hand to touch her head and said, "Our fish has grown taller again."

Han Feiyu reached out and touched the scar on the tree.

The tree marks are still there, but the person who loved her is no longer there.

"Brother Jiang, look at the wine jars here."

Han Feiyu closed her eyes to let the memories dissipate in her mind. The past has passed, and people should look to the future. She squatted down and reached out to touch the ground. The rain washed away and a corner of the wooden board covering the top of the wine jar was exposed. .

"Is there a hoe? I'll dig out the wine if I have a tool." Jiang Wulang glanced around.

"Yes, wait a minute."

Han Feiyu quickly stepped into the house, and after a while, he took out a hoe from inside.

"It's so small."

Holding the thin handle, Jiang Wulang felt that if he exerted a little more force, the hoe would be crushed, which seemed a bit brittle.

"This is what my father used to comb flowers and plants. It should be fine to dig this." Han Feiyu compared the hoe with Jiang Wulang's arm, and it seemed that it was indeed not in harmony, but she couldn't help it, because she had nothing else My hoe, that's all I have.

"Okay, use this."

Jiang Wulang bent down and carefully shoveled off the surrounding soil with a hoe. Soon, the whole board was exposed.

Then there is no need for a hoe.

Leaning the small hoe dedicated to flowers and plants against the pear tree, Jiang Wulang simply lifted one end of the board with both hands and turned it over completely.

Afterwards, Jiang Wulang looked down.

A small space was dug here, and two jars of wine were sealed underneath.

The wine jar is very ordinary, and there is nothing special about it. It is made of gray ceramics and sealed with mud prints.

"Then I brought it out."

Jiang Wulang laughed.

"Brother Jiang, bring the wine into the inner room, and I'll cook some appetizers."

After Han Feiyu left a word, he ran towards the kitchen.

Seasonal dishes and stored bacon are available in the kitchen. It is enough to fry two plates of cured pork and beef, and then a few more plates of stir-fried vegetables.

Han Feiyu's movements were very quick, and a few dishes were quickly prepared.

In the past few years, she lived alone, and most of the old servants in the family left, only a few old people were unwilling to leave.

As a result, she developed a set of very powerful cooking techniques by herself.

But Jiang Wulang only brought out one jar of wine, and he put the other jar back in, covered it with wooden boards and sealed it.

Thinking about it, he felt a little strange, obviously he came here to taste the wine, why did it seem like he was having a formal meal here?
But he didn't bother to think about it so much, as long as there was good wine, he didn't care.

Moreover, he didn't believe that Han Feiyu would harm him, he was one of his own, good buddy.

A good buddy will harm someone?

Impossible, impossible, enjoy the wine and food.

He raised his palm and slapped away the mud on it, and a scent of wine radiated out.

"Smells good, this wine is good!"

Jiang Wulang was overjoyed when he smelled the aroma of wine, and his index finger moved.

He picked it up and took two sips.

The entrance was soft, but soon a stream of fire entered his stomach from his throat. He thought about it joyfully, and said to Han Feiyu who came in with the food: "The wine is not bad, it smells like flowers."

"This is stuffed with many kinds of flower petals. We all call it Baihua Niang." Han Feiyu put down the food box, and brought all the dishes inside to the table, with a faint smile on his face. No cunning.

Jiang Wulang didn't notice such a subtle expression. He lifted the wine jar, poured a full bowl into the bowl on the table, and said, "Then I won't be polite, I want to have a good drink."

At this moment, he only thinks about eating and drinking well. As for Bai Wuye, let's put it aside for the time being. When drinking, he doesn't need to think about anything.

Why only Du Kang can relieve worries.

In the army, he hadn't had a drink for a long time, but after arriving in the capital, Yang Ruoqing only let him taste the newly made high-distilled wine, which was indeed pure and refreshing.

But it's not fun, it's not fun.

After only drinking a small bottle, Yang Ruoqing refused to let him drink.

Finally, I can drink freely today, and it feels so good that no one is in charge.

"Come on, brother Jiang, I'm toasting you." Han Feiyu picked up the wine glass.

"Done!"

Jiang Wulang drank a bowl in one gulp. He found that the girl in front of him had a red face, very charming and charming, and a flame ignited in his body.

(End of this chapter)