Kong Sang was shocked and said without a trace: "Since that's the case, can you give me a pot of immortality wine?"

"Okay. Guest, please take out your wine pot."

Kong Sang was stunned: "Does I need to prepare a wine pot by myself when I make wine?"

As soon as he finished asking, Kongsang knew that he had entered a message error.

In today's society, selling wine is naturally packaged by manufacturers in one bottle.

But during the Republic of China, many people could not afford a whole jar.

So I would prepare some gourds and bottles to buy them. So buying wine was also called making wine at that time.

The waiter didn't care and immediately said, "Haha, it seems that this is the first time that the guest has come to our house to make a drink. The smell of Changsheng wine is very special, so ordinary containers cannot be stored."

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Seeing this, Kongsang immediately asked, "I don't know where there are containers for wine to sell?"

"You're asking the right person."

The waiter pointed to a shop on the corner of the street opposite: "Customer, there are wine pots and wine glasses. You can go and have a look."

"But, their family has a rule."

"Oh? What rules?"

"The wine pots and wine glasses I bought at his house need to be made by myself. Of course, someone will be guided during the process."

Kongsang was suddenly confused. What is this? Handmade DIY? There was no such business during the Republic of China.

And although he had never made pottery, Kongsang also knew that even if this kind of gadget was made rough, it would take at least half a day.

After a long time, in this weird town, who knows what will happen?

At that moment, Kongsang asked again: "In addition to their family, are there any shops selling ready-made wine pots?"

The waiter shook his head: "Customer, only their family can do it."

Kong Sang nodded helplessly, thanked him and came to the shop.

The store is not big, only about twenty square meters. What’s strange is that the store doesn’t even have a signboard.

There were many people inside that seemed to be making wine pots. There was a craftsman standing in front of each guest, guiding the production of the wine pots step by step.

Some people are styling, some are ready to bake, and some are coloring.

When he saw Kongsang, someone immediately ran into the store: "Customer, do you want to make a wine pot?"

"Yes."

"Okay, please come here."

The other party took Kongsang to a gap and sat down, and even got a booklet.

"Keep, these are all styles of wine pots, look at it."

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"After choosing, we will select the materials and then we can start making them."

"The whole process takes about two hours, and then you can get the wine pot you want."

Kongsang nodded and thanked him, and asked again: "How do you calculate the price?"

"We don't charge money here. However, according to the rules, the wine pots made by customers are usually in duplicate, and we will keep one as our exhibit."

Kongsang was confused when he heard this, thinking that he would only make one at a time, so where did he get two copies?

Amid doubts, Kong Sang first opened the album in his hand.

The various wine pots on the album, both in shape and in patterns, are very exquisite.

Kong Sang asked himself that he had worked in Wenwan Street for so long and had never seen such a fine work.

Finally, Kongsan chose a wine pot style that was as round as a full moon.

The wine pot is all white in color, and the entire wine pot is covered with some fine cracks. The cracks interact with each other, like a butterfly spreading its wings, which is quite small and exquisite.

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Just as Kongsang chose the style of the wine pot, the staff appeared quietly beside Kongsang.

The mask he wore was like a smiling face, looking kind, but looking closely, he felt a little hypocritical and evil.

"Is the guest chosen the best style?"

"Just this full moon butterfly pattern wine pot." Kong Sang pointed to the album.

"Okay. Then what kind of materials do you want to use?"

Kongsang thought for a while: "I have no research on clay and the like."

"Will you do this, please help me choose some common materials for making this pot."

The other party bowed slightly and smiled, "I understand. Please wait."

Soon, the clay and other materials that are convenient for making pottery wine pots were brought over one after another.

"Customer, please start."

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Kongsang was not sure, so he thought that he had never touched this before and didn’t know what to do at the beginning. How to start?

However, before the confusion was found in my heart, a strange idea came to my mind.

It seems...it seems that I know what to do?

In the doubt, Kongsang began to mix clay, water and other materials and placed them on the turntable.

As the turntable rotated, Kongsang began to shape. Narab's movements were extremely skillful. Those who didn't know thought that Kongsang was a person who was well versed in this way.

However, the actual situation is that Kongsang didn't understand why he could get started. He just felt that he should do this, and the wine pot should be fixed like this.

Weird and contradictory thoughts and real sanity begin to struggle in the brain.

If Kongsang was not wearing a mask at this time.

He would definitely find that half of his face seemed to have become another person at this time.

The half of his face was grinning with his mouth, and his smile was filled with joy and pleasure.

The eyes on half of the face also showed a dark red blood light, revealing fanaticism and excitement.

This state is like a craftsman who is obsessed with his works.

Gradually, the hideous and distorted eyes passed through the bridge of his nose and began to appear on Kong Sang's other half of his face.

The originally calm expression couldn't help but feel a little distorted.

It seems that this strange state has taken the upper hand.

The picture in front of me began to blur again.

What I saw in my eyes was still the winery where the man and the woman were.

But this time, the two seemed to be arguing about something.

"No, I won't agree to anything I say!" The woman shook her head firmly, her eyes filled with anger: "No one will understand you!"

"I don't need them to understand!" the man roared in a low voice: "We have already walked so far on the road to brewing!"

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"We are beyond everyone's technology right now!"

"Now, now, this last bottleneck is missing! To break through the bottleneck, you must sacrifice! You must dare to use raw materials that others dare not use!"

"What?" the woman asked.

"Then you'll be caught! Even shot!"

"Didn't yesterday's test be enough to alert you?! What can even be easily corroded by ordinary containers be called wine? That's poison!"

The man seemed to have been reminded and murmured: "Yes, even if we develop the wine, it will not be able to be sold without containers..."

Seeing this, the woman was angry and anxious: "What else do you want to do?!"

But the man suddenly showed a look of joy: "I thought of it! As long as the container is special enough, it's fine!"

"What, what?!"

"Yes!" The man smiled wildly, and his eyes were red: "As long as the wine pot, wine jar, and wine glass are special enough, they can match our new products. That is the perfect work of art!"

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"Are you crazy?!" the woman scolded angrily: "You still want to use this method to make it on the wine vessel in the same way?"

"Why not?" The man suddenly calmed down.

The smile that suddenly disappeared and the cold expression of indifference, he looked at the woman in front of him and asked coldly: "Or, do you want to support me no longer?"

The woman opened her mouth and finally sighed helplessly, with fear in her eyes, and could only continue the work in her hands.
To be continued...