As the drinks were served, the literati began to toast and exchange glasses.
Among the four great talents, Pang Juanzhi was particularly fond of drinking, and he was the best poet among the four.
So after serving the wine, the other three were looking at him.
Lu Huailiang said: "Brother Juan, in the coming spring, the four of you and I will go our separate ways. We must gather less and leave more."
“Nowadays it’s rare to get together and have a glass of fine wine.”
"Brother Juan, why don't you write a poem to express your pride?"
Pang Juanzhi smiled when he heard this and said, "What Huai Liang said is true. Watch me drink and compose poetry."
The poems recited by others at poetry gatherings are often composed in advance.
Including the other three of the four great talents, most of them are like this.
Pang Juanzhi was the only one who composed every poem on the spot, and he especially liked to compose poems after drinking.
Because the feeling of being drunk makes it easier to generate inspiration.
It is precisely because of this talent that he is able to surpass the other three great talents, and he has a vague tendency to be the first of the four great talents.
Just as he raised his glass and drank deeply, thinking about the fine wine going down his throat and stimulating thousands of thoughts, his whole body suddenly froze.
The emotions originally brewed by looking at the rolling water and blowing the cold autumn wind suddenly converged, and the inspiration also collapsed.
I saw him put down his wine glass, his face expression neither happy nor sad, as if he had escaped into Buddhism.
"What's going on...brother Juan? Is it because he's exhausted of his talents? He needs to think about it for a while?" Lu Huailiang asked in surprise.
Pang Juanzhi didn't say anything. He just put the wine glass in front of him and motioned for him to drink.
Although Lu Huailiang was confused, he picked up the wine glass and took a few sips.
The moment the drink entered his mouth, his whole body froze. The next moment, spit out all the drinks.
Because of his hasty movements, he vomited on his clothes instead.
For a while, he was in a state of embarrassment and was in a state of disarray.
"This, this, this..., Brother Huailiang, how could you do such a vulgar act in this elegant place of Huainan Poetry Festival?" Tian Jiabing was also shocked by Zhao Huailiang's move and couldn't help but said. .
"Drink, cough, cough, cough. You'll know after you drink." Zhao Huailiang had to cough as he vomited too quickly.
Tian Jiabing was a little helpless, thinking that Brother Lu was really a bad drinker, but he drank like this after just one drink.
So he raised the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
Brother Lu, Brother Lu, let me show you what it means to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!
However, the next moment, a musty smell mixed with the smell of rotten eggs exploded in his mouth, wildly stimulating the senses on his tongue.
"Bah, bah, bah!" Tian Jiabing imitated Lu Huailiang and spit out all the drinks.
"Fuck you!" He slammed the wine glass on the table and said angrily.
"Brother Tian, Fengya, pay attention to Fengya!"
"You're so elegant! Who made this wine? Is this also called fine wine?"
Tian Jiabing was originally the one with the hottest temper among the four, but now he had lost face in front of his friends. He couldn't bear it, so he shouted angrily.
Zhang Tui was enjoying himself, and when he heard this, he frowned.
"Mr. Tian, please don't spit on anyone!"
"This wine is an extremely good wine that our Zhang Ji has just brewed after working day and night. Even Chunxiao, I'm afraid it won't be able to match it." Zhang Tui's words were full of confidence.
"Okay, okay, I also appreciate your Zhang family's generosity, so much wine, but you don't take any of it. Now I understand, this is not wine at all, it is definitely bad water!"
Sour water?
How can it be?
Just as Zhang Tuigang was about to refute, he saw another person standing up, throwing down the wine bowl, pointing at him and angrily yelling:
"Master Tian is right, this is obviously sour water!"
Another person stood up and said: "The Huainan Poetry Festival has always been a grand gathering among Huainan scholars. How dare you fool us with your bad intentions? What is your intention? Do you take the Huainan literary world seriously!"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and people kept getting up and angrily scolding Zhang retreat.
This made him a little confused. It was clear...it was clear that there was a lot of praise just now, how could it become like this in the blink of an eye?
From heaven to hell, there is nothing better than this.
liquor!
It was the wine that was the problem!
Zhang Tui picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. But he was so choked by the rancid smell of rotten eggs that he burst into tears.
This...how is this different from Liu Ji's new wine?
Gu Beichuan lied to me? Or was Zhang Tao lying to me?
But now it was too late for him to think about what went wrong. Instead, the terrible consequences began to appear in his mind.
Zhang Ji and Liu Ji lost their bet!
This bet was such a big deal that it was impossible to do such a shameless thing.
Therefore, Zhang Ji had to close his shop and give up all the stores to Liu Ji.
The most important thing is! Father Zhang Xing doesn’t know yet!
How will I face my father when he comes back?
There were also those wine bottles and glasses, they were flashy, but they cost him seventy cents each!
And the wages of the guys have also risen a lot these days.
If Zhang Ji successfully defeats Liu Ji and takes over Liu Ji's liquor store, then these efforts will naturally be nothing.
But now... now there is nothing!
The money spent is real!
Thinking of this, Zhang Tui trembled all over and his legs began to tremble.
A deep fear engulfed him, and his body became cold every section along his spine.
The whole person collapsed on the ground, unable to say a word.
Seeing this scene, the scholars, who were originally scolding them vigorously, actually restrained themselves a little.
Adding insult to injury is not what a gentleman does.
If it's in private, you can scold him as much as you want.
But now it's the Huainan Poetry Club, so in front of classmates and friends, naturally you can't go too far.
After all, everyone is a face-conscious person and must pay attention to the impact.
"Uncle Fu, please present my Liu Ji's fine wine to all the talented men."
At this moment, Gu Beichuan, who had been silent and watching with cold eyes, stood up and said.
When Uncle Fu saw this, he was very excited.
Zhang Ji, Zhang Ji, you too have today!
As a member who participated in the whole process of the plan, Fubo knew the ins and outs better than anyone else, but he did not regret it at all.
If God does evil, it can still be forgiven; if you do evil on your own, you will not live.
If Zhang Ji hadn't had a wrong idea, how could he have ended up like this?
But now that the scene was special, he quickly calmed down and ordered the guys to serve the wine.
Glass after glass of fine wine was served, but all the talented people looked at each other and did not dare to move.
Zhang Ji's sour water is still fresh in his mind. Who knows what Liu Ji's wine is?
It’s better to let others drink first!
Including the four great talents, they also had the same thoughts.
Pang Juanzhi, who was originally a heavy drinker, was unmoved when he looked at the exquisite wine glass.
The same is true for Tian Jiabing and Lu Huailiang. No one wants to relive the experience just now.
Only Zhao Huaicai picked up the wine bottle and looked at it carefully.
"Talents brew, brew talents literary thoughts!"
"This sentence is quite impressive. In just a few words, it has such an artistic conception."
"The calligraphy is even more beautiful, wild and uninhibited, and the pen is straight."
After thinking for a while, he picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Not for anything else, just for this word, these words are worth drinking!
