Me and my Jianghu Tavern

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After getting married, the old beggar was still working as a mistress. When he saw Zhang Ming, he greeted Zhang Ming and sat down.

The number of customers in the Green Plum Tavern also increased. At first they came because of the Plum Wine, but later they stayed here because of the drinking buddies in the tavern.

Drinking is not just about wine, but more about human touch.

The purpose of coming here to drink is to be able to drink and talk with friends you know.

The old beggar served Zhang Ming green plum wine, which happened to be done when he was not busy.

"Business is good." Zhang Ming asked.

The old beggar scratched his head and said, "It's okay."

Zhang Ming smiled slightly. Compared with the old beggar at that time, he had changed a lot.

Today's old beggar looks more confident. He no longer walks with a hunched body like before. Now he looks a lot more energetic, as if he has aged a few years.

"Aunt Liu isn't here?"

"She will come over soon." The old beggar replied.

"Look how happy you are, it's really different when you're married." Zhang Ming joked.

The old beggar hecked twice and said, "It's not like you don't know where you can go. I'm just an old beggar."

"It's not like it now." Zhang Ming said.

The old beggar shook his head but didn't answer, and stretched out his hand to pour wine for Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The green plum wine tasted good, and he didn't pick it either.

"By the way, is the young master still looking for wine? But I found the wine I wanted." The old beggar asked.

"Find some, but not enough."

Hearing this, the old beggar paused and said: "I heard something a few days ago, maybe I can find the wine you want."

Zhang Ming raised his head and said, "Tell me."

Seeing this, the old beggar spoke up.

There are countless wines sold in Chang'an City, and there are many wine lovers from all over the world. There will be a reception every two years, and usually wine sellers and wine lovers will attend.

"Drinking party?"

Zhang Ming realized that it was probably similar to the reception in Jian'an City, and only those who love wine would attend, but most of them were noblemen from aristocratic families.

A reception like that is no fun.

"My lord, listen to me, this reception is different. There is no comment on the wine, it's just for exchange."

The biennial reception in Chang'an City was originally for comparison.

But later, the host of the reception found that this would lose the fun of drinking instead.

Since then, the wine party has no longer judged the wine, but changed the wine.

You can change it if you see the right eye. Some people go with good wine, but in the end they only get a gourd of old bad burnt, but because of this, it adds to the fun.

"Change wine? This is interesting." Zhang Ming touched his chin and said, "You still know this?"

"Usually bragging with drinkers is what they told me."

The old beggar said with a smile, he didn't understand these things at first, but he gradually understood after listening too much, there are many truths in it.

"Who hosted this reception?" Zhang Ming asked again.

"I heard from them that he is the son of Pingjiang Houfu, but I don't know anything else."

The old beggar spread his hands and said, such a person cannot be discussed, and he only knows that this person organized it.

"Well, the reception is good, and thank you for notifying me of the news." Zhang Ming patted the old beggar's shoulder and said.

The old beggar panicked and said: "Oh, young master, quickly take back this thank you letter, and thank me, old beggar, as long as you can help young master."

.........

According to the old beggar, the reception will probably be the day after tomorrow, and the place will be at Jianghai Tower.

At that time, the whole restaurant will only enter wine exchangers. As long as you carry the wine jar and gourd with you, you can prove that you are here to exchange wine, and no one will stop you.

Zhang Ming prepared a wine gourd. Naturally, he couldn't just give away the wine gourd he carried with him, so he had to prepare something else.

The reception was hosted by the son of Pingjiang Houfu.

Every year in Jianghai Tower, and this Jianghai Tower is originally the property of the Pingjiang Marquis Mansion, which naturally saves a lot of trouble.

The reception was in the middle of the night, and now it's time.

Zhang Ming held Xiao Qi in his arms and left the house with the wine gourd.

"Meow!" Xiaoqi looked excited.

It hadn't been out of the house for several days, and it was only to blame for getting up late. Zhang Ming had already run away when he got up, leaving only him.

"Don't run around for a while." Zhang Ming said to Xiao Qi.

Xiaoqi nodded, then turned his head to watch the people coming and going on the street.

Unexpectedly, after a while, Xiao Qi felt a little sleepy, and suddenly wanted to sleep again.

At the same time, Zhang Ming saw Jianghai Tower from a distance, which was at the end of this street.

Zhang Ming stepped forward, but was stopped by a peddler selling masks.

"My lord, stay here, but you're going to the reception?"

Zhang Ming stopped, looked at the peddler beside him, and replied, "Yes, why?"

"Does the young master have a mask? It's against the rules for a young master not to wear a mask at the Jianghai Cocktail Party." The peddler explained.

"Oh?" Zhang Ming laughed.

The peddler took out a mask and said, "Look, my lord, my mask is very good..."

The peddler said a lot, that is, this mask is good here and there.

Zhang Ming waved his hand and said, "Come one."

The reception was about to start, and Zhang Ming didn't want to stay any longer, so he picked out a bronze mask. The peddler was right. Zhang Ming also saw a lot of people entering the restaurant wearing masks. , it may be necessary to wear a mask as well.

Zhang Ming wore a bronze mask and walked towards Jianghai Tower with Xiao Qi in his arms.

Seeing the white-clothed and bronze-faced young man holding a cat, the servant outside the door felt a little confused, but he didn't say much, just asked: "Can you bring wine?"

Zhang Ming took out the wine gourd from his waist and showed it to the boy.

"Please." The servant lowered his head and directed.

Zhang Ming walked into Jianghai Building. The first floor of Jianghai Building is open, except for a stage in the middle, on which someone is singing, while the second floor has private seats and guest rooms.

And this open first floor is full of people coming and going.

They all cover their faces with wine.

Some are well-dressed, while others are ragged, like a beggar.

All kinds of people gathered in this restaurant, including princes from aristocratic families and ordinary people, wearing masks.

There is no distinction between high and low among people who carry wine.

It's just for wine!

"This is called a reception."

Chapter 259: This is called noodles

Regardless of high or low, those who can enter this place silently abide by this rule.

That's why the Jianghai Cocktail Club can attract so many drinkers. This is the reception that everyone wants.

walk among the pedestrians.

Everyone here is carrying a few jugs or gourds around their waists. Jianghai Reception only allows people who bring wine to enter, no matter whether it is good wine or bad wine.

"when!!"

The actors on the stage retreated.

Everyone looked in the direction of the stage.

"It's the beginning."

The sound of the gong was the beginning of the reception. According to the usual regulations, the leader of the Jiang Hai Club, Jiang Baichuan, the son of the Marquis of Pingjiang, would speak a few words on the stage.

The people at the reception seemed very curious, and said with a smile: "I don't know what Mr. Jiang will say this year, whether he will still be as casual as last year, haha."

Zhang Ming heard the people beside him talk about it, so he asked, "Dear brother, is there any particularity to this?"

Wearing a black iron mask, the man replied, "Are you new here?"

"Yes." Zhang Ming replied.

"It's no wonder." The man explained: "Young Master Jiang is a very interesting person, he would say a few words every year, but every year he would say some unreasonable nonsense, um... it's not nonsense, right? You'll understand in a moment."

Zhang Ming didn't ask any more questions when he heard this, and stood there looking at the stage.

"Master Jiang, has he forgotten the time?"

"Hahaha, isn't it like this every year?"

After waiting for a long time, no one came to the stage.

At this moment, a man with a golden face rushed in from outside.

"Get out of the way, out of the way!"

Zhang Ming looked around, and saw a short man wearing a gold mask running in from the door in a panic with the hem of his clothes on his hands.

"This is Mr. Jiang?" Zhang Ming asked.

This Young Master Jiang is no more than five feet tall, a little fat, but he doesn't look like a Young Master at all.

The man wearing a black mask next to Zhang Ming nodded and said, "I'm going to open the sea to lead the way. It's your first time here, so watch it."

"What?" Zhang Ming asked in confusion.

"You'll know in a while."

Looking at the crowd, one of the people attending the reception stood in front of Jiang Baichuan with a gourd of wine.

"Master Jiang is late again this year." Everyone joked.

"Stop talking, you're half a quarter late, half a quarter!" Jiang Baichuan curled his lips, seeing that everyone was still blocking the way ahead, he said, "You people, don't get in my way, do you want to have a reception? "

There was a roar of laughter from the crowd.

"Get out of the way for Mr. Jiang!"

"Hurry up."

In the blink of an eye, everyone retreated to the sides.

There was a path from the door to the stage.

This road is fully three feet wide, and people on both sides are crowded together.

Seeing the battle, Jiang Baichuan smiled, and said, "That's right, enough for noodles. Today, my son treats you to a good drink."

The son of Pingjiang Hou's mansion, who was no more than five feet tall, straightened his clothes and put on his gold mask.

Suddenly, everyone's expressions changed.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.

Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment, but he didn't realize it. Looking around, there was a solemn aura added to the Jianghai Tower.

Suddenly a person shouted: "Open the sea, lead the way, please young master!"