Old Madam Xiang has been very pleased recently. Her eldest grandson is in a good mood and can eat two bowls of rice a day. Her second grandson has a proper job and seems more stable than before.
At dinner time, the three generations of the Xiang family, grandparents and grandchildren, sat around a table to eat.
Xiang Anbang took the initiative to serve soup to Old Lady Xiang. Old Lady Xiang saw the red rope on his hand and smelled the origin of the red rope.
"The bracelet is beautifully woven. It must have been given to me by a girl."
Xiang Dingbang smiled shyly, his eyes as gentle as a pool of spring water.
"Is the wine from Mobei delicious?" Xiang Anbang asked with an indescribably sad tone.
"Mobei's wine is different from Kyoto's. It has the aroma of sorghum and is spicy in the throat. The first sip is quite strong, and when you're half drunk, you'll feel refreshed. I'm too dumb to describe the benefits of Mobei wine. You'll have to savor it for yourself."
Xiang Dingguo's words aroused Xiang Anbang's addiction to alcohol and also stimulated his competitive spirit. With sorghum wine and Mobei wine, it was not difficult for him to drink if he really wanted to.
If Princess Zhaoyang didn't give it to him, he would buy it himself.
He then called over his confidant, threw him a bag of change, and told him to get some wine.
The confidant replied, "The Second Young Master was injured a few days ago. Drinking now will make the wound hurt again."
The servant's words were originally meant to comfort Xiang Anbang and stop drinking, but in his ears they became words of accusation.
Xiang Anbang was so angry that he shouted, "Just go if I tell you to. If you keep hesitating, you'll have to watch out for yourself."
The servant was punched on the back, but Xiang Anbang was still not satisfied, so he picked up a book from the bookshelf and threw it at the servant.
The servant was beaten, and although he was angry, he had to smile. Then he bent down to pick up the book on the ground and respectfully brought it to Xiang Anbang. "Second Young Master, I put the book here for you. Don't be angry. I'll go get you some wine."
"I'll give you two pots of Zuixianlou's Taoyao wine, along with some delicious side dishes. I guarantee you'll enjoy the wine to your heart's content."
The servant's eloquence was quite impressive, and Xiang Anbang listened attentively.
"Pick out the good ones for me, I don't want the bad ones."
"You'll see."
The servant took the purse and went out, rushing all the way to the restaurant. At this time, the restaurant was full of people, and the servant walked towards the person at the front of the group.
He went up and started chatting with the other party, "Brother, there is an emergency at home, please help me."
The man waited in line for a long time, so he was unwilling to let someone cut in line. He immediately retorted: "I want to go to the toilet."
Behind me, I heard the crowd's laughter and accusations: "Who are you? You're cutting in line right away! Get out of here and line up at the back."
Another person agreed: "That's right, go to the back and queue up."
"We started queuing up before dawn to get some drinks. Why do you come in and cut in line?"
Everyone started talking and arguing.
The waiter who was buying wine at Xiang Mansion said, "I know this brother. He stood in line for me. Is he a brother?"
After saying that, he stuffed a silver ingot into the other party's hand. The people who had just been determined to draw a line between them changed their attitude drastically after receiving the money.
"Come on, good brother, stand in front. I'll give you my seat."
Seeing this, everyone didn't know what to say. After all, the person who was ranked first took the initiative to give up his seat to the servant, so the others dared not say anything.
Most of the people who come to line up early come from wealthy families but have little power. People with influence in the family don't bother to queue up to get wine themselves. Instead, the restaurant staff will nod and bow and deliver the new wine to people's doors as soon as they brew it.
With a bang, the gong sounded and the door of the winery opened. The wine seller opened the door and held up two bright red flags with two big words "wine" written on them.
Gradually, more and more people gathered on the street. A child on his way to school looked sleepy, holding a steamed bun in his hand. His elders carried his schoolbag for him and urged him to walk faster.
Another woodcutter selling firewood was chatting with a familiar vendor: "Da Zhuang, we've got a lot of firewood today."
"Boss Gao, you guys are not making as much money as selling pork."
Everyone was talking at once, and as more and more people came to the market, the sounds of hawking on the street became endless.
The Xiang family had strict rules and did not allow servants to go out and wander around at night, so the servants did not bring the wine until early the next morning.
Xiang Anbang drank wine and ate snacks, but they tasted like chewing wax.
The wine was also from Mobei. Why did it taste so good and memorable when Xiang Dingguo drank it, but not right when he drank it himself?
"Where did you buy this wine? It doesn't taste right to me. Did you add water to it?"
"No, it's genuine Mobei wine. I even spent money to jump the queue to buy wine for the young master."
The servant spoke sincerely and could even clearly describe the street he walked on when buying wine and what the wine seller looked like. It was obvious that the servant did not speak.
Furthermore, the wine jars cannot be fake. The ones in Zhuang Mobei are double-handled jars, while the wine jars in Kyoto are round-necked jars.
Since there is nothing wrong with the alcohol, then the only problem is the person who drinks it.
Xiang Anbang opened his mouth in front of the mirror, wanting to see if there was anything wrong with his tongue. He looked left and right, but couldn't see any clues.
He then ordered people to bring various side dishes. After tasting them carefully, he found that there was no problem with his taste buds. So what was the problem?
While on his way to work, he stopped Princess Zhaoyang and asked, "Why is your Mobei wine so unpalatable?"
Princess Zhaoyang thought he was deliberately picking a fight and started to scold him, "Can you drink? If you can't drink, don't talk nonsense. Mobei's wine is the best wine in the world."
"Nonsense, I've tried it, and your Mobei wine isn't tasty at all."
Princess Zhaoyang grabbed Xiang Anbang's collar, threw him onto the horse's back, and then galloped away. The horse stood on tiptoe and ran very fast. Xiang Anbang felt like he was a wife who was abducted by bandits, and Princess Zhaoyang was the unreasonable bandit.
The sound of the wind whistled past my ears, there were woodcutters coming down the mountain on the mountain road, and farmers plowing the fields.
Green mountains are set against white clouds, a stream surrounds the village, and the mountain road is winding and rugged. When you go up the mountain, you will see an octagonal pavilion with copper wind chimes hanging all around it.
The mountain breeze blows across the hills, stirring up the clear sound of copper bells. The surrounding scenery is not of this mortal world, and people in it feel like they are in a magnificent painting.
The wine jar was opened, and the aroma of wine lingered around his nose. The wine was the strongest in Mobei, and the person in front of him was his sweetheart.
"Mobei wine must be drunk on a cruise ship, on a hill, on a grassland, or beneath a red plum tree amidst falling snow. Otherwise, you won't be able to taste it."
"Come, I'll pour you some wine. After you drink it, tell me how Mobei's wine tastes."
It's not the wine that makes people drunk, it's the people themselves. Some people just standing there without saying a word is more effective than a thousand words. Some wine doesn't even need to be swallowed, you can tell it's a jar of strong liquor just by the aroma.
Xiang Anbang lowered his head and took a sip, drinking the strongest wine and loving the most beautiful person.
The same wine pot, the same wine, but the taste is very different. Perhaps as Zhaoyang said, the wine from Mobei can only be tasted in specific occasions.
The same pot of wine tastes different when drunk in different occasions. Mobei wine must be drunk with someone.
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