"Why, can you really get the goods when you look at the Taoist priest?" The man's eyes lit up: "In fact, there are very few government officials in this countryside."

This dynasty prohibits the people from brewing wine privately, but some palaces can brew some wine for their own use.

Wen Fei muttered, took out the Erguotou in his arms for a long time, and took out a small bottle of Erguotou: "This..."

The man's eyes lit up: "What kind of wine is this? Why is it so crystal clear? It is actually filled with a crystal bottle. Is it a famous wine that is only found in Tokyo? Is it Meishou wine or chalcedony wine?"

Tokyo City? Wen Fei was shocked. We didn’t go to ancient Japan, right? It’s different. I heard that ancient Japan was a bit disappointing...

"Yes, Tokyo City," the man showed a longing look: "Tokyo Bianliang..."

The man just said that we were in the Song Dynasty and Xixia. It seems that it was during the Northern Song Dynasty.

Even if Wen Fei is Xiaobai, it should have guessed the times. It turns out that it was the Northern Song Dynasty. I don’t know if Su Dongpo is still alive? If I could cheat a copybook of Su Dahuzi back, I would be rich! It’s just right for me to ask the times: “I heard that Su Dahuzi likes to drink and has good wine. I don’t know how Su Dahuzi is now?”

"Su Xian? Oh, it's a pity that Su Xian has passed away just as soon as he ascended the throne. And now the emperor has ordered that Su Dongpo's articles be banned from circulating. But this kind of thing can't be banned? Even the emperor is secretly reading Su Xian's poems and looking at Su Xian's copybooks in his deep palace?" The man said absent-mindedly, playing with the wine bottle in his hand and trying to open it.

After a long time, I finally opened the bottle, and a smell of wine floated out, making people feel intoxicated. Of course, Wen Fei himself had no feeling.

"Good wine, good wine. What a fragrant wine!" A voice suddenly sounded, which scared Wen Fei. Only then did he realize that there was still someone living in the pig's nest-like shed.

The man casually waved his long gray hair, kicked the shoes and walked over. The man smiled and said, "Master, you have finally woken up!"

"Nonsense, can I not wake up with such fragrant wine?" said the man named Master: "Although this Taoist priest is fake, this good wine is real."

The man was surprised: "Is this a fake Taoist priest?"

His master was too lazy to talk, so he snatched the wine over: "I don't know how to drink it when I smell the wine?" As he said that, he took a sip, and his facial features grinned and wrinkled. It took him a long time to stretch out: "It's true that good wine... is not worse than the famous wine in Tokyo. Chang Geng, give him five hundred cents and send him away!"

The man replied: "I'm sorry, this Taoist priest...the fake Taoist priest. My master asked you to leave..."

Wen Fei was shocked: "Didn't you just say you want to teach me the Dharma?"

The man named Chang Geng suddenly became embarrassed, waved his hand quickly, peeked at his master, and said ruthlessly: "I haven't said I've taught you the Tao!"

Wen Fei felt very depressed. The man's tone seemed to be teaching himself the Tao. Why has he changed his words now? Could it be that he did not pay the money?

Wen Fei saw clearly at this time that although Chang Geng was covered in sloppy body and had beards on his face, he was indeed young, at most he was just a teenager. His eyes suddenly turned: "So your name is Chang Geng. Do you want to drink if your master wants to drink? Do you only plan to drink this time?"

Chang Geng touched his head and smiled, "My name is Ge Chang Geng, and he ranks second, known as Ge Erlang. Master, why do you say that? Do you still want to drink this wine in the future?"

Ge Erlang's master took a sip of wine, raised his legs and shook them, and was as happy as a god. But he said, "It's enough to drink such good wine once. Drink it every day, where can I get so much money!"

When Ge Erlang thought about it, he stuffed Wen Fei half a hanging copper coin and said, "Take it, fake Taoist priest, this is much more valuable than your pile of rags!"

Wen Fei muttered, he could see that this pair of masters and apprentices did not seem to be ordinary people. Yet, if they were ordinary people in the countryside, how could they be so clear about Su Dongpo? At this time, the news was blocked, and some people would never know how to change the emperor in their entire lives, which was not the era of information explosion in later generations.

His eyes were chaotic, and he saw many wooden barrels in the broken shed, some of which were semi-finished. It seemed that this pair of masters and apprentices made a living.

Let me first talk about it here. There must be no plastic in ancient times. The barrels and basins used by ordinary people are made of wood. I guess most young people have never seen them now. Broken wood into pieces, then spliced ​​them into a circle, and finally hooked up. The buckets that are hooked out of so many wooden boards will not leak, which is really technical.

"I wonder how this wooden barrel was sold?" Wen Fei's eyes turned. Just look at the craftsmanship of this wooden barrel, and you will know that the price is definitely not low. Then I will get some plastic from modern times and grab all the business of your master and apprentice!

"It's not expensive, it's just a permanent money. Is the Taoist priest going to come?" Ge Erlang saw Wen Fei's eyes turning around, and became alert and falsely reported the price.

Wen Fei's eyes turned: "Yiguanqian, how much copper coins is that? I think it should be one thousand, right? Haha, I'm finally going to be distributed this time." He didn't think about how much a pot costs only. Will anyone buy Yiguanqianqian?

Unfortunately, Fu said that Li Lingzhi was already fainted at this time and did not notice such a big flaw at all. He just thought: Uncle, I sold a plastic basin for 100 yuan, which is enough for me to make. At that time, it will be much cheaper than yours. At that time, this old man who starved to death, and the weather was so cold outside, he would even drive me out!

Wen Fei walked out the door slowly, and the door was closed without hesitation behind him, and he could still hear the voice of the master inside: "The fake Taoist priest has a bad eyes, and he can tell that his mind is not right at first sight..."

Damn, old man. Wen Fei cursed in his heart, I won’t make money this time, and I will ruin your business.

Wen Fei was thinking about it again. It seemed that he had to sit in meditation before he could do it. But when he returned to ancient times, he could come back with just a thought. This is much better. At least when he encountered danger in ancient times, such as when he was pressed against his neck by a robber with a knife, he didn’t have to run to sit in meditation stupidly. This is a security guarantee!

I don’t know what the origin of this thing is. It’s so humane. Wen Fei summed up the feeling of being out of tune and then fell off the bed. Looking at the harvest he had traveled through the past this time, half-hanging copper coins suddenly remembered that it seemed that copper coins were more valuable at this time!
Chapter completed!