Inside the Baoge Winery at this time.
Zhang Bao and Lao He were waiting expectantly for the first batch of wine to come out.
For this sip of wine, Lao He waited here all night.
After a night of cooling, sedimentation, and filtration, the mud seal is filled.
"You brat, don't forget what you said. If I drink a bowl and everything is fine, I will drink this wine from now on."
"Look at how well you have managed these past few days. You are not allowed to drink this or that. If you don't know, you think you are the shopkeeper!"
Lao He said to Zhang Bao very dissatisfied.
During this period, Zhang Bao strictly controlled Lao He's alcohol addiction because he was worried about Lao He's drinking and causing trouble.
Lao Heke was thinking about his previous bet with Zhang Bao.
The two agreed that if Lao He drank a bowl of wine and did not fall down, Zhang Bao would not only not be able to restrain him in any way regarding drinking from now on, but would also supply an unlimited amount of fine wine.
If Lao He fell down after drinking a bowl of wine, then from now on, for Lao He, he should never drink more than one bowl, which is half a catty of wine.
How could Lao He be convinced?
"No problem, I'll do what I say, but I hope you can tell me how the wine feels and how much it contains before you get drunk."
Zhang Bao said with a smile.
"Pull him down!"
"I, He Yunlong, have been in the wine world for so many years, and I have never heard of a situation where a bowl of wine can knock me down. Do you think my nickname of the God of Bacchus is for nothing?"
"Let me open your eyes today!"
"I did it first!"
Lao He picked up the wine in front of him and drank it in one gulp. As soon as he took a sip, his eyes widened.
At first, you could feel the cold and refreshing drink, but as soon as it entered your throat, you felt a burning sensation.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of blazing flames rose from his stomach, from the inside out, instantly making Lao He feel extremely hot all over his body.
I haven't swallowed the rest of the wine yet, and almost choked on the wine I just drank.
Not to mention a bowl of wine, even after just taking this big sip, Lao He felt light and airy all over his body.
“Good wine!”
"It's really a good wine!"
"The wine I drank before was indeed rubbish!"
As Lao He spoke, he took another big gulp.
Then he took a long breath of alcohol, closed his eyes, held his head high, and shook his head toward the sky.
"Oh~~"
Waves of ecstasy sounds came out of Lao He's throat.
Zhang Bao, who was listening next to him, had goosebumps all over his body.
This concentration of wine is much higher than that of Erguotou in the previous life. Although the taste may not be as good, the alcohol content is definitely better.
Moreover, in order to make waves, Lao He specially chose a large ocean bowl. It is no exaggeration to say that it can hold at least a pound of liquor.
Just think about it, drink a pound of liquor with more than 60 degrees of alcohol in one go.
Nine and a half out of ten fall down, and not all of them are Dionysians.
Unless you are Song Xiaofeng!
After the fourth sip of wine, Lao He fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
Zhang Bao has a black line on his head.
You didn’t say anything. You didn’t tell me what was going on with the wine, so you just poured it out like this?
Although the high alcohol content of this wine is one aspect, Lao He has been waiting for this wine since last night. He has not eaten and barely slept. In this state, he only drank four sips. fall down.
But judging from Lao He's reaction to the first bite, it was pretty good.
Zhang Bao also poured himself a small cup, took a small taste, and then swallowed it with force.
If nothing else, just talking about this strength, it is definitely good news for those who like strong drinks.
When Lao He Youyou woke up, it was already dark.
"What time is it?"
"Hey, why is my stomach so hot?"
Lao He woke up in confusion.
"Uncle He, are you awake?"
"Drink some more?"
Zhang Bao was sitting on the table in front of him, eating something and greeting Lao He.
"No, no, no, please forgive me, how many times..."
"what happened?"
Lao He is still confused.
"Come on, let's talk business!"
"I plan to make this wine and sell it later. How do you feel about it?"
Zhang Bao asked Lao He.
"Sell?"
"It must be easy to sell!"
"I dare say that as long as someone tastes it, it will definitely sell for a high price!"
Lao He slapped his thigh and said excitedly.
"How do you feel about the price?"
"How much should it be set at?"
Zhang Bao served Lao He a bowl of millet porridge and placed it in front of Lao He.
Lao He picked it up and drank it in one bite.
Not wanting it to be enough, he simply brought over a bowl of porridge on the table, scooped it up with a big soup ladle and drank it.
"We spent a lot of money to buy the wine, and we went through such a complicated process. It cost at least ten taels of silver, uh, no, twenty taels of silver per jar!"
"This kind of wine is unprecedented!"
“It’s simply the best wine on earth!”
Lao He was sipping porridge and talking vaguely.
"Twenty taels of silver per altar?"
"Where are you sending the beggars? How much money will you have?"
"I have condensed many years of human wisdom into it."
"I'm telling you, if you want to make money, you have to make money from rich people. Look at those landlords, they actually have a lot of money."
"I won't sell it for less than one hundred taels of silver!"
Zhang Bao glanced at Lao He with contempt.
Lao He spit out a mouthful of porridge, and Zhang Bao dodged again and again.
"Are you crazy about money?"
"One hundred taels per altar? Do you know how many families can be fed with one hundred taels of silver now?"
"Just kidding?"
When he heard Zhang Bao say that this wine was sold for one hundred taels of silver per jar, Lao He was furious.
"How about we make another bet?"
Zhang Bao asked with a grin.
"Still making a bet?"
Lao He hesitated a little.
To be honest, Lao He never thought before that he could not even hold a bowl of wine. This was something that was impossible before.
But now this thing is really happening.
This means that Lao He will lose more than half of the fun of drinking in the future.
If you don’t have the full enjoyment of drinking, and if you don’t get drunk, is it still called drinking?
When I lost last time, to put it bluntly, I suffered the loss of not eating. If I had eaten something in advance, I would definitely not be like this!
And although the wine in front of you is indeed a good wine, if you sell it for one hundred taels of silver, isn't that nonsense?
Who is out of their minds and spends one hundred taels of silver on wine?
If I bet with him, maybe I can get my lost right to drink back!
Lao He was thinking in his heart, gritting his teeth and stamping his feet.
"I bet with you!"
"Just tell me, what are you betting on?"
Lao He put the porridge basin heavily on the table and said to Zhang Bao.
