Me and my Jianghu Tavern

[The host or the recipient of the wine: [Sauvignon Blanc (inferior inferior product)]

After three bowls in a row, Zhang Ming was finally satisfied, and glanced at the task bar again.

But seeing that the tasting task has become (1/10), it can be regarded as a harvest.

Seeing that the shopkeeper looked at him, Zhang Ming seemed to want to ask something, but Zhang Ming didn't want to stay longer. It was already late today, and he planned to come back tomorrow, so he said, "There are two more questions, so I won't guess. I will ask you tomorrow." Will come again."

It is absolutely extraordinary to be able to brew such wine, and it may speed up the task.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and said, "Master, are you sure you will come tomorrow?"

Zhang Ming nodded for confirmation, and said, "I'm curious about the person who made this wine."

"So that's how it is." Hearing this, the shopkeeper felt relieved, this person would definitely come to the tavern again, and now he was already thinking about how to keep this person.

Zhang Ming turned around and was about to leave.

But one of those guessers shouted: "Little brother, this wine..."

I only drank a small amount of Sauvignon Blanc, but many people were envious.

Zhang Ming smiled and said, "I won't take the wine away, I'll just treat you as a treat."

"Thank you!"

"Little brother is interesting enough!"

They have been greedy for a long time, the aroma of this wine is so beautiful, if they don't take a sip, they may not be able to sleep, take out the bowls and share the wine one by one, that's all for a jar, not much, at least they can taste the taste .

The shopkeeper sent Zhang Ming to the door.

Zhang Ming glanced at the fat shopkeeper, and said with a smile, "No need to deliver the shopkeeper, I will come tomorrow."

"It's just a gift." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

Zhang Ming nodded and walked out of the tavern. Under the moonlight, the shopkeeper looked at Zhang Ming's back.

Internal strength is in the body, and martial arts are extraordinary.

The long sword pinned to his waist is not ordinary either.

This man is not easy!

"I have to treat this person well tomorrow." The shopkeeper muttered, and then went back to the tavern to continue the next two guessing games.

Chapter 241: Street Noodle Stall

Early in the morning, Zhang Ming was awakened by movement outside the house.

Leaving aside the white cat lying on his face, Zhang Ming rubbed his confused eyes, got out of bed and walked to the small courtyard outside.

"Snapped."

Monk Nian'an's upper body was bare, and sweat dripped down his cheeks.

When the fist is punched out, the air explodes when the fist shakes, as if there is the power to subdue demons in the fist, one punch is stronger than one punch.

Monk Nian'an took a deep breath, cupped his fists on both sides, and stopped.

"Your boxing technique is a bit different," Zhang Ming said.

By the way, Zhang Ming also took a look at Monk Nian'an's upper body, it was as white as snow, just like a little monk, white and tender to please goblins.

"The shopkeeper is interested?" Nian An smiled.

"Not interested." Zhang Ming shook his head, he was not interested in boxing.

Zhang Ming didn't stay here any longer, went to the backyard to freshen up, and then prepared to go out.

He thought that Monk An seemed to be very idle, what happened in the Dachen Palace that allowed him to stay in Chang'an City with such peace of mind.

Speaking of it, Monk Nian'an is considered treason.

Zhang Ming came out of the mansion, and saw that there were many yamen servants on the street. After all, the court was going to have some repercussions about yesterday's incident. Who knew that these yamen servants were not pretending that Monk Nian'an could stay in Chang'an so peacefully.

Zhang Ming walked all the way and came to the street where he met the old beggar yesterday.

Seeing that old beggar was still at the corner of the street yesterday, looking around, he presumably was waiting for Zhang Ming.

Seeing Zhang Ming, the old beggar got up and shouted, "Master, it's really early."

"You'd better stop calling me uncle, call me son." Zhang Ming waved his hand and said, this call of uncle always made him think he was a grandfather.

"How long have you been waiting here?"

"If you go back to Young Master, it won't be long before you come out."

"That's good, by the way, have you had breakfast yet?"

"not yet."

"Then you come with me to have breakfast first, don't worry about the wine beforehand."

"This……"

The old beggar paused for a moment, and then said, "My lord, that's not right, I'm just a beggar."

"What are you afraid of?"

Zhang Ming felt that it didn't matter, so he dragged the old beggar to a noodle stall beside him.

There are a lot of early morning shops in Chang'an City, you can see them just by walking on the street, a noodle restaurant with a shack and two tables.

There was no waiter at the noodle stall, only a noodle maker, who came up to meet Zhang Ming and smiled happily when he saw Zhang Ming: "What do you want to eat, sir?"

Zhang Ming sat down and said to the boss: "Two bowls of noodles, whatever you want."

"Okay!" After saying that, he went to make noodles.

Zhang Ming turned his head, but saw the old beggar standing in front of the table, did not sit down, so Zhang Ming said to the old beggar, "Sit, why are you standing?"

"My lord, I can eat standing up, no need to sit down." The old beggar bowed his head.

"If you're told to sit down, sit down!" Zhang Ming stared.

"Sit now, sit here, young master, don't be angry." The old beggar was taken aback, sat down quickly, and said: "I have pickled meat on my body, if the young master who provokes me later can't eat it, it will be a crime."

"That's not the case." Zhang Ming shook his head and said.

The old beggar looked cautious after he sat down, he didn't dare to put his hands on the table, for fear of offending Zhang Ming.

This era can actually make a person so cautious. Seeing this will always make Zhang Ming feel a little uncomfortable.

He suddenly understood why Gu Qingshan had such a stupid idea.

In comparison, the world is indeed far worse.

"Noodles here!" The noodle stall owner served two bowls of Yangchun noodles and placed them on the table.

Seeing the old beggar, the owner of the noodle stall frowned, and wanted to say something, but seeing Zhang Ming looking at him, he couldn't speak, so he could only leave in embarrassment.

Zhang Ming picked up his chopsticks and said, "Eat noodles."

The old beggar was startled, and he came back to his senses and replied, "Oh, good... good..."

The old beggar was very hungry, and he swallowed while eating, but he chewed slowly, as if restraining himself.

Zhang Ming did not raise his hand to look at the old beggar from the beginning to the end, but lowered his head to eat the noodles in the bowl.

The old beggar was still chewing slowly.

The passers-by looked at the young man in white at the noodle stand and the beggar who couldn't even eat noodles with strange eyes.

The old beggar paused for a moment, hesitating for a while, thinking in his heart: I still don’t deserve to be in this noodle stall, but I’m only worthy of squatting on the street of the ruined temple, grabbing it with my hands, and feeding it into my mouth.

"You care about what others think?" Zhang Ming raised his head and said.

The old beggar froze for a moment, holding chopsticks in his hand, not knowing what to do.

"Do you think that a beggar is a servant who will suffer pity and disgust from others?" Zhang Ming then asked.

The old beggar didn't know how to answer, Zhang Ming had already said what was on his mind.

Zhang Ming said: "Then I advise you, don't be a beggar, you will starve to death sooner or later."

"My lord..." The old beggar opened his lips slightly, wanting to say something.

Zhang Ming took a sip of his face and said, "Beggars should be shameless and care about this and that, so why do you still want to be a beggar?"

The old beggar was stunned, and some didn't realize it. A beggar should be shameless?

Is this the truth?Is this the way it should be?

"Eat noodles." Zhang Ming said.

The old beggar came back to his senses, and looked down at the noodles in the bowl.

There was still half a bowl of noodles left in the bowl, and the old beggar looked at the half bowl of noodles, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he finally moved his chopsticks.

The chopsticks stirred up all the noodles, and the old beggar opened his mouth wide, seeming to gobble it up. The half bowl of noodles was wrapped in his mouth, his cheeks were bulging.

Half a bowl of noodles, just one mouthful, and only soup was left in the bowl.

After chewing for a long time, he swallowed all the noodles in his mouth.

The old beggar picked up the bowl, raised his head and drank all the soup in the bowl into his belly, with some oil stains on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Ming smiled and said, "Are you full?"

The old beggar hesitated and replied, "I'm full."

Zhang Ming said: "Let's go, take me to find the wine you mentioned."

Zhang Ming stood up, leaving a piece of broken silver on the table.

The old beggar followed Zhang Ming, but it was different from before. Instead of bowing his head, he straightened his back and followed Zhang Ming with more confidence.

The people around still looked at him with strange eyes, hiding far away, and at the same time hiding Zhang Ming far away.

The old beggar's lips were slightly parted. Feeling these gazes, he lowered his head and became a little unconfident again.

Zhang Ming, who was walking in front, turned his head and said, "Although you are old, your waist is not broken. You have to straighten your waist when you walk. Has no one taught you before?"

The old beggar froze for a moment, then shook his head, indeed no one had ever taught him to walk with his back straight.

Zhang Ming was taken aback when he saw the old beggar shaking his head, no one taught him?

"No one taught you before, but now I do." Zhang Ming patted the old beggar on the shoulder and said, "From now on, you must stand straight when you walk."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ming continued to walk forward.

The old beggar was stunned for a long time.

He straightened his back, raised his head, and followed.

Chapter 242: Plum Wine

Mrs. Liu in the old beggar's mouth is a widow who used to sell wine at a bridgehead in Chang'an City.

It's just that now that I'm older, I don't sell wine at the bridge anymore, but if I want to buy it, I just need to go to her. There will be no shortage of wine in August and September.

It is not available in all seasons. Widow Liu only sells wine in autumn, and she only sells one kind of wine, which is made from green plums.

The green plums are picked in April and used to make wine, and can only be taken out to drink in August and September, and this is the case every year.

The old beggar showed the way, turned left and right into a small alley, and came to the gate of a small courtyard.

The small courtyard is not big, but you can smell the aroma of wine.

After knocking three times, the old beggar knocked on the door and shouted, "Mrs. Liu!"

"What's the name of the ghost in the early morning! It's coming!" There was a response from the small courtyard.

"Crackling" the door of the small courtyard was opened.

The old woman's hair was mixed with white silk, she was old, and she was a little fat. When Mrs. Liu saw the old beggar, she rolled her eyes and scolded: "You old beggar, haven't you starved to death yet?"

"Hey." The old beggar knew it was a joke, so he didn't care.