Under the Empress Dowager, all members will be King

Mrs. Xiang is very relieved recently. The eldest grandson is in a good mood and can eat two bowls of rice a day. The second grandson has a serious job and looks more secure than before.

At dinner, the grandparents and grandchildren of the Xiang family sat around a table to eat.

Xiang Anbang took the initiative to serve Mrs. Xiang soup, and Mrs. Xiang saw the red string in his hand and smelled the origin of the red string.

"The bracelet is cleverly woven, it must have been given by a girl."

Xiang Dingbang smiled shyly, his eyes were soft like spring water.

"Is Mobei's wine good?" Xiang Anbang asked with an indescribably sour tone.

"The wine in Mobei is different from the wine in Kyoto. The wine in Mobei has the aroma of sorghum and is pungent in your throat. At first, you will have a lot of energy after drinking it. When you are half drunk, you will feel happy all over the body. The benefits have to be savored slowly by yourself."

Xiang Dingguo's words aroused Xiang Anbang's addiction to alcohol, and also aroused his competitive spirit. It is not difficult for him to drink sorghum wine and Mobei wine sincerely.

Princess Zhaoyang didn't give it to him, so he bought it himself.

So he called his confidant, threw him a bag of broken silver, and ordered him to drink.

The confidant replied: "Second young master injured his body a few days ago, drinking now, the wound should hurt again."

The boy's words were originally good words to comfort Xiang Anbang not to drink, but in his ears, they became words of accusation.

Xiang Anbang became furious, and shouted angrily: "If you are told to go, go, and grind your teeth, and be careful with your skin."

The boy was punched on the back, Xiang Anbang was still unrepentant, picked up the books on the bookshelf and threw them at the boy.

The little servant was beaten, but he was angry but had to laugh with him, then bent down to pick up the book on the ground, and held it to Xiang Anbang respectfully, "Second young master, I put the little one here for you, don't worry about it." Angry, I'm going to get you a drink now, little one."

"I'll make you two pots of Taoyao wine from Zuixianlou, accompanied by a few delicate and delicious side dishes, so that you can drink to your heart's content."

The little servant's lip service was really good, and Xiang Anbang listened carefully.

"Give me the good ones and send them to me, I don't want the bad ones."

"Just wait and see."

The boy went out with the money bag and rushed all the way to the restaurant. At this time, the restaurant was full of people, and the boy walked towards the front of the line.

Go up and chat with the other party, "Brother, there is an urgent matter at home, find a convenient place."

That person was fortunate enough to queue up, how could he be willing to let someone jump in line, and immediately replied: "I want to go to the latrine conveniently."

The crowd's playfulness and accusations came from behind: "Who, you jumped in the line as soon as you came up, hurry up and go to the back and line up."

Another person echoed: "That's right, go to the back and line up."

"We started queuing up before dawn in order to drink, why did you jump in line since then?"

Everyone chattered and started arguing.

The boy who bought wine in Xiang's house said: "I know this brother, he came to line up for me, is it brother?"

After speaking, he stuffed a piece of silver ingot into the other party's hand, and the person who had just drawn a clear line between gatherings just now, now that he got the money, his attitude changed drastically.

"Come on, good brother, you stand in front, and I will give you my place."

Seeing this, it was hard for everyone to say anything, after all, the person in the first row offered to give up his position to the boy, and the others dared not speak out.

Most of the people who came early to line up were from wealthy families, but they had no real strength. The powerful people in the family couldn't afford to line up for wine in person, but the people in the restaurant nodded and bowed to others when they brewed new wine for a long time.

With a bang, the gong rang, and the shop door of the wine shop opened. The wine seller opened the door and held up two bright red banners with two big Chinese characters for wine written on them.

There are more and more people on the street. The children who go to school look sleepy, with steamed buns in their hands, and the elders carry their schoolbags for them, urging them to leave quickly.

There is also a woodcutter selling firewood, chatting with a familiar vendor: "Da Zhuang, I have a lot of firewood today."

"Boss Gao, you can't make money selling pork."

You talk to me, and as the number of people going to the market gradually increases, the sound of hawking on the street is endless.

The Xiang family has strict rules, and the young servants are not allowed to go out to hang out at night, so the young servants only call for good wine early the next morning.

Xiang Anbang drank the wine and ate the side dishes, feeling like chewing wax.

The wine is also Mobei's wine, why Xiang Dingguo tastes so delicious when he drinks it, and has endless aftertaste, why doesn't it taste right when he drinks it by himself.

"Where did you sell the wine? Why, it tastes wrong to me. This wine must not be watered."

"No, it's genuine Mobei wine. In order to buy wine for the young master, I even spent money to jump in the queue."

The boy spoke with sincerity, and he could even tell clearly what the guy who sold the wine looked like on the street he went to buy wine, so it was clear that the boy didn't speak.

Furthermore, wine jars cannot be faked. The strong Mobei ones are amphora, while the ones in Kyoto are round-neck ones.

Since there is no problem with alcohol, there can only be a problem with the drinker himself.

Xiang Anbang opened his mouth in front of the mirror, wanting to see if there was something wrong with his tongue. He looked left and right, but he didn't see any clues.

He also ordered people to bring various side dishes, and after careful taste, he found that there was no problem with the taste, so where is the problem?
When he was on an errand, he stopped Princess Zhaoyang and asked, "Why is your Mobei wine so bad?"

Princess Zhaoyang thought that he was deliberately finding fault, so she rants directly, "Do you know how to drink? If you don't know how to drink, don't talk nonsense. Mobei's wine is the best wine in the world."

"Nonsense, I've drank it, and your Mobei wine is not good at all."

Princess Zhaoyang grabbed Xiang Anbang by the collar, threw him onto the horse's back, and then galloped the horse. The horse was on tiptoes and ran very fast. Princess Zhaoyang is that unreasonable bandit.

The wind whizzed past in my ears, there were woodcutters descending from the mountain to collect firewood, and there were farmers plowing the fields in the fields.

The green hills are set against the white clouds, the small streams surround the village, and the mountain road is winding and rugged. When you go up the mountain, you will see an octagonal pavilion surrounded by copper wind chimes.

The mountain wind blows over the hillock, arousing the ringing of copper bells. The surrounding scenery is not like ordinary dust, and the human figure is like being in a beautiful picture scroll.

The wine jar was opened, the aroma of wine lingered on the tip of the nose, the wine was the strongest wine in Mobei, and the person in front of him was his sweetheart.

"Mobei's wine must be drunk on a cruise ship, on a hill, on a grassland, or under a red plum tree covered in snow, otherwise it won't taste good."

"Come on, I'll pour wine for you, tell me after you finish drinking, how does Mobei's wine taste?"

Alcohol does not intoxicate people, people are self-intoxicated, some people stand where they don't speak, it is better than a thousand words, some wine does not need to enter the throat, just by the smell of the wine, you can know that it is a jar of strong wine.

Xiang Anbang lowered his head and took a sip, drank the strongest wine, and fell in love with the most beautiful person.

The same jug, the same wine, but the taste is very different. Perhaps as Zhaoyang said, the wine in Mobei must be drunk on a specific occasion to taste the taste.

Drinking the same jug of wine on different occasions will have different tastes. Mobei's wine must be accompanied by someone.