The Strongest Iron Triangle of Tomb Raiders

Chapter 427
"Is it really wine?"

"I'll go, this thing is really wine."

When everyone heard Chen Yulou say that the vat contained wine, they gathered around it curiously.

In order to verify whether the black liquid in the porcelain vat was actually wine, Zhang Qishan even dipped his hand into it and took a sip.

It is indeed wine!

It is very pure, the moisture in it is gone, only the essence of half a tank of wine is left.

Hundreds of years of fine wine, there are thousands of cylinders in this wine cellar.

"God, how does it taste?"

"Pure, very pure!"

"Nano's, I'll take a bite too."

Chen Yulou took out the kettle, ready to taste the centuries-old wine.

Ming Li pulled Chen Yulou out, "Second brother, are you sure you want to drink this wine?"

"Old wine, it is still the wine drunk by King Wannu. The materials used to make wine must be unusual."

"You also know that the materials used in wine making are unusual."

"Master Ming, is there something wrong with this wine?" Zhang Qishan's face changed, he took a sip just now.

"If there is any problem, you will know if you smash this wine jar." Ming Li kicked the wine jar.

The wine vat broke, and the thick black wine flowed all over the floor. The wine cellar was filled with this special wine aroma, and at the same time, black wine grains like mud and some dark red flocculent objects were exposed.

"Look carefully, look at the wine that King Wannu drank, and see what is soaked in it."

"Baby corpse!"

Partridge Whistle pulled out Wen Wen's ancient sword, fiddled with the dark red flocs in the distiller's grains, and his face changed instantly. These red flocs turned out to be the corpse of a baby that hadn't been completely soaked.

"Nai Nai, the grandson of King Wannu actually used a baby to make wine, it's too cruel."

Chen Yulou only felt itchy throat. Fortunately, Ming Li stopped him when he wanted to drink the wine. If he really wanted to drink it, it might be so uncomfortable, and he might leave a psychological shadow in his life.

"Ouch..., cough, cough, cough..., vomit..."

"vomit……."

When he learned that these red flocs were the corpses of babies who hadn't been completely soaked, Zhang Qishan's expression became uglier than that of a dog in the sun, and he lay on the ground almost vomiting gall.

Babies soaking in wine, what the hell, Wannuwang, this guy is so cruel.

The point is, he...he took a sip.

Hundreds of years of fine wine in the tomb, what the hell.

"Okay Buddha, don't vomit, this is not the body of a human baby."

"Master Ming, what you said is true!"

"This wine is called monkey head burnt. It's not a human baby, but a pre-term monkey."

The corpse was soaked in wine for hundreds of years, and the wine tank was sealed, but it was almost rotten, and all the essence had been melted in the wine.

Because the shape of the little monkey is similar to that of a baby, Partridge Whistle misread it, thinking that the wine was soaked in a baby, but it was not.

As for why Mingli knows this kind of wine, we have to start with Uncle Panya who is a good wine in Longyin Miao Village.

Hericium shochu is the wine from Bagui.

Uncle Panya has an old cousin from Bagui, and he has drunk this kind of wine.

It is said that after drinking this wine, it can aphrodisiac.

Why there are so many monkey head burns in the mausoleum of King Wannu? It may be that King Wannu is really good at wine. Cai San asked people to brew so many monkey head burnt and built such a big one in the tomb. wine cellar.

"Ouch..." Zhang Qishan lay down on the ground and continued to vomit until the contents of his stomach were all vomited, and there was nothing left to vomit.

It was much easier to learn that the wine was not a human baby, but a preterm monkey.

Although it is also very cruel to use immature monkeys to make wine, they are animals, not humans.

"Fourth brother, what kind of monkey head shochu do you think can strengthen yang?"

"Second brother, do you need this thing?"

"Nonsense, how could I need this stuff? I'm in good health, but if I can get these monkey head shochu out and sell it to others, I should be able to sell it for a lot of money."

There are thousands of vats of monkey head burnt for hundreds of years, all of which are large vats of one thousand catties. Even if it shrinks by half, one vat still has five hundred catties, and one thousand vats is 50 catties of liquor.

Let’s not talk about the taste of the hundreds of years of hericium burnt, just because it can strengthen yang, it is not too much to sell 100 yuan per catty, and 50 catties is 5000 million.

Of course, that is to say, Chen Yulou is really not interested in selling these monkey heads.

He really doesn't lack the 5000 million now.

Not counting the seven major comprehensive commercial groups under the fledgling Tomb Pai, the annual dividends of the Chen Group alone are not a sum of money.

"Second brother is right."

"No way, fourth brother, are you really planning to take these monkey head burnt out?"

"Why not?"

Ming Li has nothing to do with this hericium shochu. Take the wine out and re-filter it. Even if you don't drink it yourself, it's okay to use it for collection.

With a wave of his hand, all the monkey head shochu in the wine cellar was collected into the system space.

Excluding the broken tank, there are exactly one thousand tanks. The system space size is 200 meters by 200 meters by 200 meters. Not many places.

Zhang Qishan, dumb Zhang, and Zhang Rishan were no strangers to Ming Li's miraculous ability.

However, they really didn't believe Ming Li's explanation that this was Caimen's secret technique.

In short, the more you know about Mingli, the more you will be in awe.

This is not a human being at all, but a Da Luo god who descended from the sky.

"Master Ming, there are two paths in this wine cellar, shall we take the path on the left or the path on the right?"

On the left and right walls of the wine cellar, there is a dark corridor with no bottom. It is unknown where these two corridors lead to.

Now choose one of the two, whether to take the corridor on the left or the corridor on the right.

Everyone looked at Ming Li, waiting for Ming Li to make up his mind.

"Since we don't know where these two corridors lead to, let's choose one at random." Ming Li said, walking towards the corridor on the left with Ming Hong Dao in hand.

There is nothing particular about choosing this corridor, it is purely that the corridor on the left is relatively close to where they are standing, so I chose it.

"Nano, it's so cold."

"It looks like a mule track."

This corridor should be the road for mule carts during the construction of the mausoleum. The corridor is very wide, and the ruts left by the car can still be faintly seen on the ground.

The strange thing is that the temperature inside the corridor is very low, separated from the wine cellar by a line, it is completely like two worlds, the temperature in the corridor is at least several degrees lower than the temperature in the wine cellar.

Entering the corridor from the wine cellar is like entering the cold winter suddenly from the hot summer, which is very obvious.

A gust of dark wind was blowing head-on from the corridor. Ancient tombs paid attention to airtightness, so I don't know where this dark wind came from.

(End of this chapter)