"Brother Huaicai! Be careful!"
The three people on the side saw this and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
But Zhao Huaicai turned a deaf ear to it. He had always been like this. Once he made a decision, even nine cows could not pull him back.
After all the wine went into my throat, I felt it was warm and mellow, not spicy or spicy.
Compared to the so-called Chunxiao famous wine, I'm afraid it's a lot better!
“Good wine!”
As soon as this statement came out, the other three people were stunned.
"Brother Huaicai, do you think this wine is good?"
"I don't drink wine often, but I also know that this is a truly good wine."
"If you don't believe it, just drink it yourself."
The three of them had expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces. In the end, Pang Juan gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, putting a glass of wine into his mouth.
…
On both sides of the Huaihe River, a cold wind blows.
Zhang Tui gradually regained some of his sanity because he thought of a possibility!
Let’s just say, is it possible that it’s not that I made the wrong wine, but that there is something wrong with Liu Ji’s recipe?
Their wine is also bad!
If this is the case, then Zhang Ji and Liu Ji are at best tied, so there is no need to close the shop and dedicate the shop.
Although there was no profit, it was still much better than the situation of losing everything.
right! That must be it!
Thinking of this, Zhang Tui's originally dim and dull eyes gradually glowed with a little brilliance.
But the next moment, a loud shout was heard.
“Good wine!”
"I've never had such a good drink!"
Pang Juanzhi had stood up from his seat, looking at the wine glass in his hand with disbelief in his eyes.
"Such a strong drink, it's a shame!"
He simply threw down the glass, picked up the bottle and started drinking.
Unlike Zhao Huaicai, Pang Juanzhi drank hero's drunkenness.
It was the strongest of the three kinds of wine, yet I drank it so heavily.
Soon I felt dizzy and my face turned red.
All the emotions and inspirations that had been suppressed now came to my mind.
"Everyone, please listen to this poem!"
"No expense is spared to buy a precious sword, even a mink fur can be exchanged for wine!"
"If you cherish it with passion and diligence, it will turn into blue waves even if you spill it!"
this...
At that time, the entire Huainan Poetry Association was completely silent, and you could hear a pin drop.
This seven-character quatrain is not outstanding in its antithesis and meter.
But the full of pride and artistic conception are vividly displayed on the page, which makes everyone marvel.
"What a poem! It's really a good poem!"
"Brother Juan is indeed a brother of Juan, he can write such good poems!"
"Pang Juanzhi from Huainan is a great talent!"
After hearing the praise, Pang Juanzhi shook his head and said:
"It's all this wine! I, Pang Juanzhi, have never drunk such fine wine in my life!"
"If it weren't for this wine, how could I have written such poems!"
After hearing this, everyone was immediately shocked.
You know, Pang Juanzhi is addicted to alcohol. What a fine wine it must be to be praised like this by him?
Immediately, I put aside my prejudices and looked at it carefully.
You don’t know this by looking at it, you’ll be shocked when you see it!
"Brothers, look, this wine bottle and wine glass are so exquisite!"
"So what if it's beautiful? In my opinion, the words on this wine bottle are worth thousands of dollars!"
"Gentlemen, don't get entangled. Let's take a whiff. This wine has such a strong aroma! I'll drink it first as a token of respect!"
"Good wine, good wine, such strong wine, I am worthy of being drunk by a hero, I really only drunk heroes!"
"The Caizi Brewing is not bad. After drinking it, I feel like my thoughts are flowing from a fountain, and I feel like I am inspired to write!"
"The red sleeves are a bit warmer. I can't get used to it, so I'd better take it home and give it to my wife."
Everyone was talking about it, but without exception, they all expressed admiration.
These sounds fell into Zhang Tui's ears, making his face even more ugly and his heart even more painful.
The last hope is shattered!
Liu Ji’s formula is fine!
The formula Zhang Tao gave me must be fake!
In a daze, he thought of Master Hao who came to him to report the situation.
Then he thought of Zhang Tao who drove Master Hao away, and his despair suddenly turned into anger, burning!
Zhang Tao, it’s all you!
How dare a man harm me like this!
He stood up and left the poetry meeting, his eyes filled with hatred.
Unaware of it, he was also involved in driving away Master Hao in the first place.
…
"Who is Liu Ji's boss? How can he brew such good wine!" Pang Juan said.
After hearing this, Gu Beichuan stepped forward and said, "That's right!"
"My boss is so young!" Pang Juan really didn't expect that Liu Ji's boss was so young, and he didn't even seem to be a weakling.
"May I ask my boss, who wrote the poem on this wine bottle? It's really catchy and has a unique flavor."
"To be honest, I'm still here."
"This... I didn't expect that at such a young age, my boss can not only make fine wine, but also be proficient in poetry. It's really rare."
"On this grand occasion, why not compose a poem to express the pride in your heart?"
Pang Juanzhi extended an invitation to Gu Beichuan, but when others heard his words, something didn't sound right.
"Why did brother Juan invite him to write poetry? He's just a wine maker. What's the point of making good wine? Can he really write poetry?" Lu Huailiang said with an ugly expression.
Among the four great talents, Pang Juanzhi ranks first in terms of poetic talent.
But closely behind him was Lu Huailiang.
Therefore, in previous poetry gatherings, he was the second one to compose poems.
This time was no exception. He had already prepared and thought about the poems months in advance.
But who would have thought that Gu Beichuan would appear halfway.
It would be fine if Gu Beichuan was just a scholar, but Lu Huailiang would not be so petty.
But Gu Beichuan happened to be a winemaker. How could this arrogant scholar let go?
How could Lu Huailiang lose his face?
"Brother Lu, please calm down. With such a fine wine, Brother Juan must have gotten drunk. He is talking nonsense while drunk. It cannot be taken seriously."
"Besides, Liu Ji's boss is just a winemaker. Brother Juan, dare I say that he really dares to answer the question and write a poem?" Tian Jiabing said with relief.
Lu Huailiang looked better now, but Zhao Huaicai frowned slightly.
"Brothers, what is the name of Liu Ji's boss?"
"It is said that his name is Gu Beichuan."
Gu Beichuan? For some reason, Zhao Huaicai always felt that he had heard this name before.
No one expected that after Pang Juanzhi was drunk, he would send an invitation to write poems to a person who was not a scholar at all.
So all of a sudden, everyone's eyes were focused on Gu Beichuan.
I want to see how the boss of Liu Ji, who is too young, will respond.
Uncle Fu was even more worried. He knew his young master very well.
When I was in Jiangnan, I read for a few days. But this is the virtue of three days of fishing and two days of drying nets.
How is it possible to compose poetry?
But in such a scene, if you shirk it, it will be embarrassing.
What should the young master do?
However, at this time when everyone was watching, Gu Beichuan did not panic at all.
Instead, he took a step forward and said loudly:
"Brother Juan is so elegant, Beichuan should accompany him!"
"It's just a poem, why not?"
In an instant, the entire poetry meeting fell into a silence that could be heard as if a needle had dropped.
