Mao Hongbin took the wine bowl, scooped out another large bowl, and asked Sima Ying again if she wanted to drink.
Sima Ying shook her head, "I am too drunk."
"Then I'll have another bowl myself." Mao Hongbin didn't show any courtesy and drank it in big gulps.
"Brother Liu, you are here." Yang Xianrong looked at Liu Yao with bright eyes, "You don't know about Uncle Mao, do you?"
"I don't know." Liu Yao looked at Yang Xianrong's blushing face and smiled, "This wine tastes really good."
"Third sister!" Two brothers, Yang Xianyong and Yang Xiankang, squeezed over, their faces full of happiness.
"Eldest brother, second brother!" Yang Xianrong stretched out his hand to the two of them. The little daughter's coquettish attitude made Sima Ying suddenly feel very uncomfortable, and she became serious again.
"Yang Xiaorong, it's against the rules."
"Oh, my lord, don't be like this." Yang Xianrong was blocked by his outstretched hand and could only stare at him, "Today is the full moon of Gu, which is our drinking day in Taishan County. Gu Yue is the new moon that tells the past and accepts the past. This is If you drink a lot of wine in one day, you will have a good harvest next year.”
"Yes, we are going to drink today." Mao Hongbin also laughed, "Let me tell you the story of this wine."
Seeing that there were many people around and many diners looking over, Mao Hongbin tapped the wine vat with a ladle and said happily: "Everyone knows that I, Mao, was once the governor of Southern Qingzhou. Once, once. Ha. I resigned from my job a few days ago and just want to make wine at home. This wine... is called Dong Li. In fact, it is brewed in the same way as Mingyue Tower's Chun Li. The only difference is that it uses rice just harvested in autumn. The flavor is a little more intense.”
Some waiters had already started scooping out the wine from the large wine vat and distributing it to the onlookers and diners dining in Mingyue Tower, making the scene even more lively.
Yang Xianrong's face turned red again, and he was in great spirits.
The two brothers of the Yang family ignored Sima Ying's obstruction and stood by their sister's side.
"The spring wine of Mingyue Tower is brewed in midsummer and June. It has a strong taste and makes you drunk after one drink." Mao Hongbin raised the wine bowl again, "I encountered bandits when I was visiting Mount Tai a few years ago and almost had everything robbed of me. Of course, it wasn’t much, about two taels of silver. However, the robbers got drunk because they drank the spring wine I brought with me, and they were all captured. At that time, these friends saw them in the Taishan County Government Office In this case, ask me: Chun Li can catch thieves, but your diners can't drink too much, so isn't the sales of this wine limited? Why not make some wine that is rich in flavor but not easy to get drunk?"
Yang Xianrong's eyes were smiling, and his second brother Yang Xiankang beside him also smiled and said: "Uncle Mao, we want to help you earn more money. Don't go out with only a wine gourd and not even two taels of silver." No."
"Yes, so I told them: I will definitely make new wine, and I can make a lot of money! We bet that I will make this winter wine on the night of the full moon, the drinking day of Taishan County! If I can't do it, Come out, I will treat these little friends to meals for a year; if it is made, Yang Xiaorong will give me a copy of the Great Prajna Sutra by the eminent monk Shi Xing." Mao Hongbin touched his face and smiled extremely Zhan Zhan said, "Everyone, try the taste of this winter wine and see if I really made it! It's free today! Everyone has a share!"
When they heard that it was free, everyone was naturally very happy and called the store clerk to give them more bowls.
The wine was fragrant. Yang Xianrong wanted to drink another bowl, but his second brother Yang Xiankang stopped him, "Have you eaten anything today?"
"Oh, I forgot. After watching the trial for a whole day, I'm really hungry now."
"Go upstairs to have something to eat first." The eldest brother Yang Xianyong pulled his sister upstairs. Sima Ying immediately followed, and Liu Yao also put down his wine bowl and followed suit.
There is a lot of excitement downstairs, and there is a small private room for the Yang brothers upstairs, and the table is already full of delicious dishes.
"Brother Liu, I told you, the third sister will definitely come." Yang Xiankang and Liu Yao walked behind.
"Yeah." Liu Yao nodded.
"Have you ever ordered the oily pork dish? It's said to be delicious." Yang Xianrong had already picked up the chopsticks and was looking at the steaming food.
"Of course!" The eldest brother Yang Xiankang took a large chopstick and placed it in the empty bowl in front of Yang Xianrong, "Eat more."
"Okay!" Yang Xianrong ate happily.
"Your Majesty, please eat some too." Yang Xiankang politely served Sima Ying with dishes. Sima Ying nodded. He hadn't eaten anything all day, and he was already so hungry that his heart was full of food.
"Yang Xiaorong! I have specially prepared fish for you. Do you want to try it?" Mao Hongbin appeared at the door of the private room with a plate of dishes, a smile on his face.
"Eat!" Yang Xianrong immediately stretched out his chopsticks.
Liu Yao happened to be standing at the door, took the plate, and placed it in front of Yang Xianrong, "What is this? I've never seen it before."
"Wash the carp meat, cut it into strips, pickle it with salt and broken rice, air-dry it, steam it for half a column of incense, and then hang it in the sun to air-dry. It is the most famous snack in Luoyang, but it is only available in Mingyue Tower." Mao Hongbin He introduced, "If my cook hadn't been coughing so badly these days, I would have asked him to cook more."
"Wind cold?" Yang Xiankang asked casually and started to eat.
The people at this big table now have different identities, but they are surprisingly consistent in focusing on food.
"No." Mao Hongbin preferred his newly brewed winter wine and drank it on his own. "It must be an old problem. A smoky cook will have bad lungs. There are problems in each line of work. For example, blacksmiths often have shoulder injuries, embroiderers often have bad eyes, and people in the lumber industry suffer from sprained waists. .”
"That's right." Yang Xiankang nodded, "It's the same for people who practice martial arts. They will have calluses on their hands. Especially those who practice archery, the calluses will be thicker."
Hearing this, Liu Yao couldn't help but quietly lowered his head and looked at his palms. There were indeed calluses, which were completely different from Yang Xianrong's white hands.
"Why do people in Jinpu have asthma?" Yang Xianrong suddenly asked.
"Who's out of breath?" Mao Hongbin asked.
"It's the gold shop next door, the owner of Xilaifu Gold Shop."
"Oh, he has an old problem. His father also has the same problem." Mao Hongbin drank another bowl of winter wine, tore up a fish and started chewing it. "His family used to run a paper shop and often made gold foil. Silver-leaf ingots and gold-leaf ingots are so thin that if you inhale them into your lungs, they won’t come out, so you’ll gasp.”
"Oh, Uncle Mao really knows everything. He's so awesome." Yang Xianrong's attention was all on these delicacies, and even a nice flattery was quite perfunctory.
"Xiao Rong is not as good as Xiao Rong, and she has become a queen, cough cough cough..." As soon as these words came out, Mao Hongbin also felt that something was wrong, especially in front of Sima Ying.
He had no choice but to seal his mouth, drank another large bowl of wine, and looked up at the bright moon.
That round of perfection had already hung in the air, and the cold light shone down.
When the cold wind blows, it actually seems like snow will fall.
At this moment, I suddenly heard someone screaming on the street downstairs: "What is that? Is it a dead person?"
