After the two people's affairs were discussed, Ning Zhiheng was disappointed when he ran away this time, but fortunately it was not in vain. His relationship with Lin Zhen has completely changed, and he has become much closer to each other.

At this time, he turned around and brought the wooden box he brought over and placed it in front of Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen owed Ning Zhiheng a great favor at this time, but refused Ning Zhiheng's request. He felt a little apologized. When he saw this wooden box, he smiled and asked, "What good thing is this?"

Ning Zhiheng smiled naturally, as if he didn't take what happened just now, and said, "You Gong is from Shanxi. I'm here for the first time and I haven't prepared any good things. These are the bottles of the best Fenjiu I collected. I happened to give it to you today. I don't know if it suits your wishes?"

Ning Zhiheng had a detailed investigation of Lin Zhen before and knew that he was from Pingyao, Shanxi, and especially liked to drink Fenjiu from his hometown, so he brought these bottles of Fenjiu. He originally planned to use Wei Liangbi's name, but now it seems that it is not necessary. If you mention Wei Liangbi, you will not be happy with each other.

Lin Zhen's eyes lit up when he heard this. He hurried forward. Ning Zhiheng opened the wooden box for him, revealing the six bottles of Fenjiu inside. He took out a light blue bottle of wine from it and handed it to Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen reached out and took it over, looked at it carefully for a long time, his face full of joy, and he kept saying yes.

In this era, the most popular wine among the top leaders of the National Party was rice wine. Because the committee member himself and most of his followers were from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, they liked the rice wine in their hometown the most and the preferences of the superiors, thus gradually becoming fashionable. Therefore, every state banquet and grand banquet, rice wine is eaten. At this time, there is even a saying of national wine.

The second is foreign wine, red wine, wine, etc. from various countries, which also have a place in large banquets.

However, in the sequence of the National Army, there are many northerners, and there are even more northerners in the Baoding system. The so-called yellow in the south and white in the north. The southerners like sweet-sweet yellow wine, while the northerners like mellow and fragrant white wine. The most famous white wine is Fenjiu produced in Fenyang, Shanxi. This is recognized as the best white wine.

Lin Zhen’s hometown, Pingyao, is close to Fenyang. He himself only loves this wine deeply, so Ning Zhiheng chose this gift to give it to him.

In fact, with Lin Zhen's status, there are many people who give him good wine, but few can accept it calmly. Before today, if Ning Zhiheng brought these bottles of Fenjiu to the door, Lin Zhen would never accept it. But now, Lin Zhen didn't mind at all. First of all, he really liked this gift. More importantly, he had to use this to express his opinion that his relationship with Ning Zhiheng would be close to him and he would not have to be humble and polite. This is also a manifestation of releasing kindness.

Lin Zhen looked at the bottle of Fenjiu in his hand, and saw that the bottle was exquisite and solid. It was a good item at first glance. How could the wine in such a bottle be worse?

He often drinks Fenjiu, and he can tell the quality at just a glance. He can't help but raise his eyes, his face is full of joy, and he praises repeatedly: "At least ten years of storage, it's the best! It's hard to see the chaos now. Zhiheng, where did you get it?"

Ning Zhiheng laughed and said, "It was all seized from illegal vendors before. I don't like wine, so I have always been in the warehouse. There are still some in my place. If I had known that you liked it so much, I would have brought it all."

As soon as these words were said, Lin Zhen was even more happy. He stopped being polite and said directly: "Give me all the wine when I go back. It would be a waste to put such good wine in your place. You Zhejiang people only recognize rice wine, but how can you know the benefits of Fenjiu?"

Although Ning Zhiheng's accent was not heavy, most of the Kuomintang were from Zhejiang, so as soon as he spoke, Lin Zhen heard his accent.

Because the commissioner is from Zhejiang and especially trusts the township party, as long as the government hears it is from Zhejiang, they should look up to it.

Hearing Lin Zhen's words, Ning Zhiheng was of course unwilling to ask for it. He quickly nodded and agreed, saying, "I will send it to you when I go back. You don't like rice wine. There are many good white wines in our place, all of which are famous wines. I'll take them to taste them."

Lin Zhen waved his hand and jokingly said, "It won't be used that much. Do you think I'm a drunkard? I only drink Fenjiu, I am from Pingyao. I have been drinking Fenjiu with my father since I was a child, and I can't change it in my life."

Speaking of this, Lin Zhen suddenly remembered that Huang Xian was the famous Duobao boy. Whether it was arms, ammunition, medicines, steel, hardware, electricity, tobacco, alcohol and food, he could always get it whenever he came to him. The second place of action was his direct line, and good things in the warehouse were really indispensable.

So he continued, "If you are really interested, just find me the best Fenjiu. I don't have a few bottles at home."

Ning Zhiheng naturally agreed repeatedly. Lin Zhen put the Fenjiu in his hand into the wooden box, and his mood naturally improved a little. Seeing Ning Zhiheng becoming more and more pleasing, he asked, "Zhiheng, how old are you this year?"

Ning Zhiheng was stunned and replied, "Twenty-four years old."

Zhejiang people like to count the age of vain. Although Ning Zhiheng has a high official position, he is too young after all, so he subconsciously likes to count the age of 1 more.

Lin Zhen immediately became interested when he heard this and asked again: "That's not small! How about it? Has the family been looking for a marriage?"

Ning Zhiheng was asked by Lin Zhen and felt panicked. He had no intention of mentioning this matter at this time. He quickly replied: "I am still young, so it is too early to talk about this matter. Besides, as a soldier, the country is in danger and the Huns have not yet been destroyed, so why should the family be... "

"Bang!"

Who knew that before he finished speaking, Lin Zhen slapped him on the table and was interrupted.

"What are these fallacies? If you don't finish this battle, you will never get married. If you become a relative, you will not get married? A bastard!"

Lin Zhen suddenly came here for a moment, and Ning Zhiheng was a little at a loss. He looked at Lin Zhen in surprise, very confused, not knowing what happened?

Lin Zhen realized that he had lost his composure at this time. Ning Zhiheng mentioned the sentence "Why do the family do not exist before the Huns are destroyed?", which immediately made Lin Zhen angry. He was irritated by his son's words every day before. As soon as he heard this sentence, he was a little out of composure.

Seeing Ning Zhiheng feeling a little uneasy, he quickly explained: "Hehe, Zhiheng, don't be nervous. I'm not talking about you, I'm thinking of my son. This year is already in his thirties, but I just can't get married. Every time I think about it, I have a headache, alas!"
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