The old man looked excited and used too much force on his hand, which actually caused Bai Song to feel pain, and then he frowned.
Bai Song tried to break free again, but it had no effect.
His eyes did not stop at the belt that the old man took out, but looked at the old man in surprise, feeling that this old man seemed not very simple.
After being stunned for a moment, the old man seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate, immediately let go, and then smiled.
"I'm sorry, I'm a drunkard. I've never smelled such wine before, so I got a little excited. This belt is my only remaining treasure. As long as you're willing to give me a sip of wine, this belt will be your reward."
According to the routine of time-travel novels, every inconspicuous old man should be very careful. He might be a big shot. As long as he gets connected, he will have an opportunity to become famous in the future.
This old man was mysterious and probably of extraordinary origin. He looked out of place in his entire body except for the excessive belt.
Maybe the belt will hold clues, at least revealing the old man's true identity.
Bai Song took the belt over. The jade stone embedded in it was of extraordinary texture, with a faint fluorescence and a hint of goose yellow in the warmth.
Such quality is more valuable than the jade ring that Mr. Lin often carries.
Just selling this jade would cost at least five hundred taels of silver.
This jade is valuable, but there are no clues from the jade, and there is no discovery to verify the identity of the old man.
Seeing him looking up and down at the belt, the old man smiled and explained: "This is the thing that belongs to the old master, but it is just something that the old man passed by."
Bai Song was a little disappointed, thinking that this old man would have some big connections. From the looks of it, he was probably not a key figure who would bring him opportunities.
"Forget it, it's just a sip of wine, no need for such a generous gift."
Bai Song put on the belt and returned it without any hesitation.
The old man was a little surprised, but without saying much, he tied his belt again and praised Bai Song: "You can do it, kid."
Good wine is meant to be shared.
Bai Song is happy to give Moutai to people who really understand wine.
I would also like to see how modern top wines would behave when tasted by ancient people.
Bai Song made an invitation gesture and asked the old man to sit down in front of the stone table.
The old man looked at the table of food and got closer. He could smell the aroma of the food under the smell of wine and couldn't help but swallow.
"Can I try it, old man?"
"Old man, please feel free to do so."
The old man first added a bowl of chicken soup, mixed it with chicken meatballs and swallowed it in one gulp. The extremely delicious taste instantly made the old man feel unprecedentedly satisfied.
"Well... girl, what a great craftsmanship! Better than Jingcheng Yu... ahem... very, very good!"
Sang Sang smiled shyly: "I'm just kidding, old man, these meals are all cooked by my big brother Bai."
"What?!"
The old man's eyes widened in shock.
"It's so delicious, but it's you... Judging from your gentle manner, I think you're a scholar, could you be a cook?"
Sangsang pouted: "Of course my brother Bai is a scholar! You are the cook! Your ancestors have been cooks for generations!"
Bai Song had no choice but to pull Xiao Nizi and smiled awkwardly: "In this life, all you want is to live a carefree life, so why not be a cook?"
The old man frowned slightly: "If you want to study, it's hard to be cool. Boy, you have an extraordinary temperament. You must know that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen. The matter of cooking is still..."
"Hmph! Brother Bai said that only a gentleman can be considered a gentleman if he really stays away from the kitchen. Only such a gentleman will be disdained by my Brother Bai!"
The old man's eyes were confused, and after a few words he couldn't see through this kid.
Although literati should avoid clutter, the dishes in front of them are indeed well done.
After seeing it, the old man's eyes fell on the potato shreds: "Eh? What is this? Why has this old man never seen it before?"
"Potato."
"Potato?"
The old man tasted the chopsticks and nodded again and again after eating.
"The taste is quite novel."
A simple comment, and the old man will say no more.
Before the potato showed its tenacious vitality and vigorous vitality, no one would have realized the change this little thing had brought to the world.
At this time, Bai Song had already taken out the wine bottle.
The wine bottle had not yet been opened, but the rich aroma of the wine could not be hidden, and it instantly attracted all the old man's attention.
Bai Song put the wine on the table, and the old man took it over, put it on the tip of his nose with an intoxicated look on his face, and murmured in his mouth: "Good wine! Good wine! The first smell is like sweet rain, denser than fine wine, and he boasts that he is a guest in the wine." , There is no smell of wine in a foreign country..."
A few old tears fell, and I actually cried.
"Old man, what's wrong with you..."
Sang Sang was a little anxious and wanted to step forward to ask, but Bai Song raised his hand to stop him.
Bai Song knew clearly that the person in front of him was a real wine lover.
This intoxication did not seem to be a fake, but it really touched the old man's softness.
As the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine is too little to meet a close friend.
But wine also needs close friends.
Bai Song couldn't be Maotai's confidant, maybe this old man could.
Moutai is a good wine, a top-quality wine that can represent Chinese wine.
But in that era of greed, it was endowed with too many valuable attachments.
In that era, the only respect for wine was money.
But here, respect for Maotai is endowed with emotion.
For some reason, Bai Song was touched when he saw the old man crying over a few glasses of good wine, and smiled lightly: "Old man, why don't you open it and smell it?"
The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "You can't do it, you can't do it... if your anger is gone, the wine will no longer taste good."
"This wine will be given to the old man."
Bai Song said suddenly.
"Really?!" The old man was shocked.
"nature."
"Little brother, I can't repay you! I just smelled it and knew it was very precious. I guess little brother doesn't have much, right?"
"I guess this is all the old man has in the world. If there are more, I don't know when we will get them."
Exchanging Moutai consumes a lot of energy. Bai Song still has many things he wants to get. Using energy to satisfy his appetite seems to be a waste at present.
The old man solemnly clasped his fists and saluted: "Today's great kindness, I must remember it. Since my little brother doesn't like my belt, and there is only one very attractive granddaughter in the family, why not give me as my wife..."
"puff!"
Bai Song choked.
Sangsang was anxious: "My eldest brother Bai is married!"
"You can also be a concubine!"
"Brother Bai! I want the wine back, we won't give it to him!"
"Hahaha..." Bai Song laughed, "Old man, where did this happen? It's a blessing that this wine is appreciated by others. I don't want to repay you."
"But I won't ask for the wine in vain, little brother. I live in the first courtyard across the street from Sanyuan Restaurant on Zhengyang Street. If you have anything to do, you can come to see me. No matter what happens, I will definitely help you with all my strength."
"The old man has spoken harshly."
"My surname only has the character Mo, so just call me Brother Mo."
"Brother Mo..." Bai Song smiled, "At our age..."
"Little brother, you were so generous before, why have you become pedantic now?"
"Hahaha, okay, okay... my little brother Bai Song, from now on I will treat you as brothers."
"Brother Bai is indeed extraordinary. It is rare in the world to have such a character at such an age!"
"Brother Mo, thank you..." Bai Song held up his hand, but he was thinking that the surname "Mo" does not seem to exist in Mang County. The only one he has heard of recently is the Mo so-and-so he met at Sanyuan Restaurant...
"Mo Fei Bai! Brother Mo, does he know someone named Mo Fei Bai?"
"Oh? Brother Bai, do you know my grandson?"
Bai Song chuckled and touched his nose: "We know her, of course she does! A few days ago, she molested my sister in public in a restaurant, and a group of his subordinates even drew knives in the street."
"What?!" Boss Mo yelled and stood up, "How dare that little bastard do such nonsense? Brother Yu doesn't even know!"
"Isn't it? Many people saw it that day. The beard cut half of the tree with one knife, which scared the county people out of their wits!"
Bai Song was so happy!
This old man is actually Mo Feibai's grandfather. Now that he and his grandfather are brothers, he is two generations older than him.
Report the black accusation again and see how he handles it!
"Brother Bai, you go with Brother Yu immediately and see if Brother Yu breaks that brat's legs!"
"Is this...isn't this bad?"
Bai Song pretended to refuse, but after Mr. Mo asked again, Bai Song immediately walked to the street, his feet were like wind, walking faster than Mr. Mo. He wanted to go to Mo's house right away, and he must let that brat call him grandpa. , I will call my sister grandma from now on!
Speaking of which, in the restaurant that day, the boy from the Mo family was not teasing her.
And it’s over, it’s not a big deal.
But Bai Song is a petty person and holds a lot of grudges, especially for teasing his sister!
My sister is my own little cotton-padded jacket, how can I tolerate other men teasing her?
There was no chance before, but now that there is a chance, even if a hundred years have passed, Bai Song will still take revenge when he can.
Mr. Mo also had a plan in mind. If this boy could take out the first bottle, he might be able to take out the second bottle in the future.
If such a good wine would be gone once you drink it, Mr. Mo would definitely be reluctant to drink it.
Only by establishing a good relationship with this guy can we have good wine in the future.
The purpose of selling the granddaughter was to secure this boy.
I took the opportunity to repair my grandson today, and asked my granddaughter to let this boy take a look.
Just based on my granddaughter’s beauty, I don’t believe this kid can hold it!
An old man and a young man, each with their own thoughts, jogged all the way and soon arrived at the entrance of the small courtyard they had just bought when the Mo family moved in.
In front of you is a larger fenced courtyard. Although it is not as good as Bai Song's house, it is still the best one facing the street.
It's a bit simpler, but it's still more than enough to accommodate seven or eight people.
Standing outside the fence, Bai Song immediately saw the bearded man knitting a bamboo hat in the yard.
This guy was very arrogant that day, and Bai Songke remembered it.
"Brother Mo, that guy with the beard, drew his sword and hurt people in broad daylight, stepped on other people's shoulders and flew around in the sky. He's so awesome! Is he a martial arts master? Can I learn from him?"
When Mr. Mo heard this, his beard stood up, and he shouted at the door: "Dakui!"
Hearing someone calling his name, the man at the door raised his head and walked over quickly: "Master, are you back?"
This respectful tone is like that of a husky.
But when he saw Bai Song beside Mr. Mo, he immediately turned into a hyena: "Master, why are you with this kid?"
