Me and my Jianghu Tavern

Only then did Mrs. Liu see Zhang Ming, she covered her mouth and said, "Ah, which family is this?"

"I'm here to sell wine." Zhang Ming said with a smile.

"Buy wine?" Mrs. Liu glanced at the old beggar with some doubts in her eyes.

Would someone so richly dressed come to her to buy wine?This is not common.

Seeing this, the old beggar said, "Young master is a good man."

After hearing this, Mrs. Liu dispelled her worries, and waved: "Come in."

Zhang Ming entered the small courtyard. The courtyard was not big, and a small tree was planted in the middle, but the leaves had already fallen so it was hard to tell what kind of tree it was, but it looked a bit like a plum tree.

Other than that, there seems to be nothing else, just like ordinary people.

"How much do you want? I'll get it," said Mrs. Liu.

Zhang Ming thought for a while and said, "Let's take a jug first, please take two more bowls, just to taste this wine. The old beggar told me that the wine here is the best he has ever had."

Mrs. Liu laughed and said, "Even an old beggar can't afford good wine."

The old beggar just scratched his head and didn't answer.

After that, Mrs. Liu went to get the wine.

Zhang Ming patted the old beggar on the shoulder, and asked softly, "Did you see him?"

The old beggar was startled, took two steps back, and said guiltily, "No, no."

"I'm just asking." Zhang Ming smiled. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the old beggar's eyes were not right, and once he arrived here, Mrs. Liu looked like a fool.

I have to say that the old beggars are so old, and they are a little cute.

After a while, Mrs. Liu was carrying a bamboo tube with two bowls in her hand, and the bamboo tube contained wine.

"Young master, the wine you want is here." Mrs. Liu smiled.

Zhang Ming's eyes lit up when he saw the bamboo tubes. In ancient times, wine making was very particular. Using bamboo tubes can brighten the body of the wine, and at the same time, it can give the wine an extra scent of bamboo.

I also looked at the fineness of the bamboo tube, it is not the old bamboo that has been cut for a long time, it should be the bamboo that was cut when the wine was brewed, and it is only slightly yellow.

"It was brewed in April this year?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Yes." Mrs. Liu said.

The opening of the bamboo tube was a bit wide, so Zhang Ming opened it and brought a bowl.

The wine was poured out of the bamboo tube, along with the black green plums.

Zhang Ming sniffed the wine, and there was indeed a fresh scent of bamboo and a faint scent of green plums.

"The reason why the opening is so big is to put Qingmei in." Zhang Ming thought.

Although the greengage poured out is not very big, when it was just put in, the greengage was as big as the opening. After brewing, the greengage will shrink and become what it is now.

The body of the wine is slightly blue, clear and translucent, which is very good.

Zhang Ming picked up the bowl and tasted the green plum wine.

Close your eyes and savor for a long time, it seems that you have returned to April, everything is revived and green.

The downside is that the wine soaking green plums is not very good, and it is a bit spicy when drinking, but if the wine is not spicy, it will lose a lot of flavor.

Seeing that Zhang Ming opened his eyes, the old beggar asked, "My lord, how is it?"

"Very good." Zhang Ming replied, having met his expectations.

However, the system has never stopped. Zhang Ming glanced at the task bar again, the progress is still (1/10), and there is no reminder to taste the wine, which means that the wine is not good.

"Not popular?" Zhang Ming stroked his chin.

In his opinion, this wine has already reached the standard, and it is not much worse than yesterday's Sauvignon Blanc, because he drank the feeling of spring from it, but in the end the system did not make a judgment.

Of course, there is nothing to regret.

It is worth the trip to drink such wine.

Seeing Zhang Ming frowning, Mrs. Liu seemed to be thinking about something, and Mrs. Liu said, "I made this wine myself, and it's not as good as the wines in those restaurants. Don't be offended if it's not good. "

Zhang Ming shook his head and said, "I don't think this wine is bad, it's much better than those in those restaurants."

Mrs. Liu burst into laughter when she heard this, and said, "Is there really something in that restaurant?"

"Really." Zhang Ming smiled.

Mrs. Liu slapped her head and said, "Oh, the restaurant sells several taels of jars, so it's not a big loss."

Zhang Ming just smiled and didn't talk to him.

But the old beggar hesitated and said: "My lord, is Mrs. Liu's wine really so good?"

"En." Zhang Ming nodded.

"On weekdays, I can make a few taels at Mrs. Liu's for a few pennies." The old beggar said.

"Then you earned it." Zhang Ming said with a smile.

When Mrs. Liu heard this, she said cautiously: "Okay, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have sold it to you, an old beggar. It would be a huge loss, and I would need several taels of silver."

Hearing this, the old beggar said anxiously: "Don't, Mrs. Liu, if you don't sell me, I won't get a drink."

Mrs. Liu glanced at him and said, "I won't have any wine to sell you from now on."

"How can this be done!" The old beggar stood up anxiously.

Mrs. Liu laughed when she saw this, and said, "Why are you so anxious? My old lady coaxed you."

The old beggar was relieved when he heard this. If Mrs. Liu stopped selling wine, where else could he go to buy wine.

"Do old beggars often come to your place to buy wine?" Zhang Ming asked.

"It's just him, a poor man, thinking about my wine. I sell wine here every year, and it's because I sell this wine cheaply." Mrs. Liu said.

Zhang Ming glanced at the old beggar and saw him scratching his head. The old beggar probably was not only thinking about the wine handle.

"It's like this every year?" Zhang Ming turned his head and asked.

The old beggar raised his head and said, "Ah, yes."

"How many years?"

"It's been more than ten years."

"pretty good."

"is it?"

"Well, more than ten years is a long time."

"Young master... it doesn't seem to be long."

More than ten years, isn't it long?

Maybe it doesn't look long to the old beggar.

Chapter 243: Organ?Qimen Dunjia

Afterwards, Zhang Ming bought two barrels of wine and gave Mrs. Liu a few taels of silver.

But Mrs. Liu evaded, saying that it was a big money at most, but Zhang Ming ignored it, took the wine and left, ignored Mrs. Liu, and Mrs. Liu had no choice but to accept it.

The old beggar followed Zhang Ming and left Mrs. Liu's house, carrying two bamboo tubes in his hand.

Zhang Ming paused, then turned around and said, "Tell me about the wine you think is the best in Chang'an City, even if you haven't had it before."

The old beggar pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "My lord, what kind of wine are you looking for? If you talk about it, there is one thing."

"Tell me."

The old beggar thought for a moment, and recalled: "Two years ago, there was a scent of wine in the alley to the south of Chang'an City. The street floated out of a courtyard, but this was already two years ago."

"Two streets away?" Zhang Ming thought about it.

Is there really any wine that can reach such a level?

Even the wine in his own tavern can only float around the tavern, let alone two streets.

"Really?" Zhang Ming asked.

"I don't dare to coax you, it's true." said the old beggar.

Zhang Ming nodded, his eyes were firm and he said: "Take me there!"

The old beggar didn't walk very fast, but he still walked as fast as he could. With two bamboo tubes in his hand, he walked even slower.

The city of Chang'an is so big that it took half an hour to walk the old beggar to the streets of that year. Fortunately, the old beggar has a good memory.

The street is a little empty, and the shops are all closed, covered with dust, as if they have been closed for a long time.

There were only a few people on the street, and they were just passing by.

"There are so few people here?" Zhang Ming asked.

The old beggar replied: "My lord, this street used to be very lively."

"What happened?" Zhang Ming asked.

The old beggar approached, as if he was a thief, he didn't dare to say anything, and said: "My lord, don't say anything, this matter is also very strange. Last year, King Jing died on this street. Since then, no one has dared to come here. Here's to business."

Zhang Ming understood, so he stopped asking. Thinking about the unusual cause of this Prince Jing's death, this kind of thing can't be discussed casually, even though there are no people around.

"Go and have a look at the place you mentioned." Zhang Ming said.

The old beggar led Zhang Ming into an alley.

There are many houses in Chang'an City, and the alleys extend in all directions. Besides, after two years, there are some changes. The old beggar is old and his memory is not very good.

"Young master, it's here."

"Do you remember correctly?"

"No, the smell of wine is very gluttonous. The gate of this courtyard has not changed at all. I remember it clearly, but now it seems that no one has been here."

Zhang Ming looked at the gate of the courtyard, and there was already dust on the door buckle, as if no one had been there for many years.

From this point of view, it is estimated that this yard should have been deserted for a long time.

In other words, this trip was for nothing.

"Knock on the door." Zhang Ming said.

"Ah... yes." The old beggar was taken aback for a moment, but he still listened to Zhang Ming's words and went up to knock on the door.

Knock knock knock!

The dust on the door swirled, and the old beggar waved the dust away.

But there was no reaction from behind the door. There was no one in the yard at all.

"My lord, there is no one." The old beggar said, he didn't know why Zhang Ming asked him to knock on the door, it was obvious that there was no one.

Zhang Ming said: "We will go in if there is no one else."

Zhang Ming picked up the old beggar with one hand, tapped his toes, and the two of them rose into the air and climbed onto the courtyard wall.

"Ah..."

The old beggar was so frightened that he almost lost the bamboo tube in his hand.

When he opened his eyes, he was already standing on the courtyard wall, a full three to four feet high, the old beggar didn't dare to look down, and closed his eyes and shouted: "Master!"

"Whoa."

Zhang Ming jumped into the yard with the old beggar.

The old beggar fell to the ground, opened his eyes and patted his chest, which surprised him.

Zhang Ming looked around, the yard had indeed been deserted for a long time.

The courtyard is full of weeds, but there are still a few orchids planted around it, and there are many trees, but most of them have withered. The people who used to live here are very elegant.

"It turns out that the young master is still a master of martial arts." The old beggar said in surprise, isn't he a master of martial arts with great martial arts?

Zhang Ming was looking at the structure of the yard.