Chapter 1025 1025. Get wine
It gets dark early in winter, and it’s already quite dark at six o’clock.
Song Tan was walking in front carrying two wine bottles. Secretary Zhu Zhu turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone in vain and followed the mountain all the way up. He was suddenly hit by a thin branch lying in front of him, and he was in a hurry.
Looking at Song Tan again, she was light and deft, her steps were natural, and the light from the flashlight seemed not to be affected at all.
Hello!
She was a little frustrated, thinking that this child who grew up in a small mountain village was different, that is, he could walk on mountain roads.
The sweet potato cellar was not far away. Song Tan looked at the lid on the ground and sincerely invited:
“Do you want to go down and have a look?”
After speaking, he used his arms to exert force and easily lifted up the simple wooden lid with a diameter of about 80cm, revealing the dark and deep sweet potato cellar underneath.
The temperature inside the sweet potato cellar is slightly warmer than that in the mountains and forests above, which also brings out a slight smell of mud.
Xiaozhu branch secretary:…
One thing is that she has a firm belief, but this place can easily be associated with some mysterious murders and rural anecdotes.
So much so that she quietly stood aside with a flashlight, and then shook her head wildly:
“It’s no big deal that I’m not skilled in movements and it’s easy to waste time.”
Thinking of the movie I once watched, I couldn't help but ask: "Do you need to light a candle to test the oxygen?"
Song Tan glanced at her with a half-smile: "Don't worry, this is a sweet potato cellar, not a tomb robbery."
“Moreover, cellars in rural areas are carefully dug, and the lids also have ventilation holes. Qiao Qiao usually goes up and down to get the sweet potatoes, which is not as scary as you think.”
Thinking for a while, he called out to the same dark forest with only the shadows of trees left: "Your Majesty."
The dead leaves made a soft crunching sound when they stepped on the ground. A huge dog soon walked out of the forest with long black shadows.
Although the dogs in the winter are now free to take turns, the king is used to staying in this area and still sticks to the pigs every day.
After all, there is also the piglet he got in exchange for it. When I saw Song Tan at this moment, I quickly turned the dog's head over -
He has a sharp ear!
Whenever a large group of people come to the house to cheer, today’s dog meal must be very rich!
At this moment, the king stared at her eagerly. The newly bought watermelon-shaped bib on his chest was bright red with black dots and green edges. It was made of plush material. Not only did it not look sinister at all, but it looked inexplicably honest.
At the very least, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu feels a sense of security when he looks at it.
“Your Majesty, Your Majesty!”
She quickly dropped Song Tan and moved closer. Then she hugged the king's neck and breathed a sigh of relief:
"Hurry up and have a drink. I want to drink tonight too. I don't need to worry about this. The king is here and he will protect me."
Song Tan couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, okay, I should have known better. You are already a cadre, why are you still afraid of the dark?"
“What do you know?” Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, said truthfully:
“What I’m afraid of is not the dark, but the associations in my mind.”
But the king didn't care about her. At this moment, the dog's head stretched out, looking at the dark sweet potato cellar in front of him, his nose twitched, obviously smelling something good.
Song Tan had a sudden thought: "Your Majesty, can you drink?"
After all, it can smell good stuff underneath. There are sweet potatoes and a strange smell, but the smell is more attractive than sweet potatoes!
In the darkness, the king’s round dog eyes were reflected by the residual light of the flashlight, reflecting his wet greed.
It was difficult for Song Tan to resist it, so he rubbed the dog's head angrily: "Such a big man can't pretend to be pitiful - forget it, when the pig-killing feast is over and there's nothing else to do, I'll secretly give you a taste! "
Generally dogs cannot drink alcohol, but raising dogs at home is always rough, and this wine does contain a lot of good things. But Song Tan is really afraid of feeding him now. It doesn’t matter if he goes crazy with alcohol or sleeps all night... Not to mention whether the pig on the mountain is safe or not, even the pig itself is not safe.
The Party Secretary Xiao Zhu glanced at her and said, "What's the matter with you? Dogs can't be fed randomly. The king is so good, don't feed him wine to make him stupid."
He thought about it and urged her again: "Hurry up. When the fish is cooked, will it be our turn to eat?"
"By the way, you've already done it, bring up another sweet potato and give it to our king..."
Looking at how worthless you are, does the king care about you? You are caring for the king as well as Bao'er here, and you are trying to bring sweet potatoes to it. Why don't you go down and get it yourself?
Song Tan also snorted and went down the ladder of the sweet potato cellar.
Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, was still watching from above, so she also turned on the flashlight after landing.
The bright light shines all around. The sweet potatoes that were once half the sweet potato cellar are now 1/3 less visible to the naked eye.
But you can’t blame them.
Mainly when you have nothing to do at home and have nothing to do in the winter, it is easy to put a handful of chestnuts and one or two sweet potatoes on top... This is probably human instinct and has nothing to do with greed.
As we walked further inside, we couldn't see anything unusual. The glass beads captured by Qiao Qiao were buried in the soil layer, which served as an eye to cover the surrounding area.
The spiritual energy was gathered in strands, like smoke and mist. Although it is still pitifully thin, it is already very good in comparison.
The jars of wine are stored here.
Song Tan carefully opened the lid, took out a large spoon from the box on the side, then took out the wine bottle and poured it in one spoon at a time.
Even though there are so many people today, only two taels of wine are enough for each person. This kind of farmhouse wine bottle with a solid capacity can only be used for two bottles.
After everything was filled, everything returned to its original state. She plugged the lid of the wine bottle, picked up the hemp rope in her hand, and climbed up the ladder smoothly with one hand.
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, still hugged the king and muttered. Although she usually acted vigorously and resolutely, when she had the opportunity to tease the king, she would even suppress her voice and like to use refrains.
Song Tan was already used to it, and now he gave her the wine bottle: "Hold it."
Then he picked up the lid that he had just put aside and sealed the cellar door again.
The little Zhu Zhishu, who had just hugged the dog and talked sweetly, only raised his arm slightly, and his nose smelled the strong aroma of wine, and his whole body was about to melt.
It smells so good, it smells so good...
Just like that, even though she doesn't drink much, she has tasted her own good wine. When I smell this unique wine aroma now, I feel it is richer and more mellow than the day it was brewed.
Looked at the two oversized bottles again, thinking that as long as there was a plate of peanuts in front of her, she could do it all tonight!
After murmuring these words, Song Tan couldn't help but glance at her: "There are twenty or thirty people eating tonight, at least twenty of them can take two sips..."
“If I leave you these five kilograms of wine, why don’t you drive the car in front of the hospital first.”
“You don’t understand.” Secretary Zhu Zhu’s eyes were complicated: “If these two bottles of wine were given to my grandfather and no one took care of them, he would really be able to sit in front of the hospital and drink.”
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Good night. I didn't make it on the 14th, so I had to take leave. It's a new day, update one.
There is another update in the manuscript box. Let’s read it at 12 noon.
I write slowly and the rhythm is also slow. It may be more enjoyable for everyone to save it and read it in one go.
(End of this chapter)