The old man looked excited and used too much force on his hand, which actually caused Bai Song to feel pain, and then he frowned.
Bai Song tried to break free again, but it had no effect.
His eyes did not stop at the belt that the old man took out, but he looked at the old man in surprise, feeling that this old man seemed not very simple.
After being stunned for a moment, the old man seemed to realize that his behavior was inappropriate, immediately let go, and then smiled.
"I'm sorry, I'm a drunkard. I've never smelled such a wine before, so I got a little excited. This belt is my only remaining treasure. As long as you're willing to give me a sip of wine, this belt will be your reward."
According to the routine of time-travel novels, every inconspicuous old man should be very careful, because he might be a big shot, and as long as he gets connected, he will have an opportunity to become famous in the future.
This old man is mysterious and mysterious. He is probably of extraordinary origin. He looks out of place with his whole body except for the excessive belt.
Maybe the belt will hold clues, at least revealing the old man's true identity.
Bai Song took the belt over. The jade stone on it was of extraordinary quality, with a faint fluorescence and a hint of goose yellow in it.
Such quality is more valuable than the jade ring that Mr. Lin always carries.
Just selling this jade would cost at least five hundred taels of silver.
This jade is very valuable, but there are no clues from the jade, and nothing was found to verify the identity of the old man.
Seeing him looking up and down at the belt, the old man smiled and explained: "This is the thing that belongs to the old master, but it is just something that the old man passed by."
Bai Song was a little disappointed. He thought this old man would have some big connections. From the looks of it, he was not a key figure who would bring him opportunities.
"Forget it, it's just a sip of wine, no need for such a generous gift."
Bai Song put on the belt and returned it without any hesitation.
The old man was a little surprised, but without saying much, he tied his belt again and praised Bai Song: "You can do it, kid."
Good wine is meant to be shared with others.
Bai Song is happy to give Moutai to people who really understand wine.
I would also like to see how modern top wines would behave when tasted by ancient people.
Bai Song made an invitation gesture and asked the old man to sit down in front of the stone table.
The old man looked at the table of food and got closer. Only then could he smell the aroma of the food under the smell of wine, and couldn't help but swallow.
"Can I try it, old man?"
"Old man, please do as you like."
The old man first added a bowl of chicken soup, mixed it with chicken meatballs and swallowed it in one gulp. The extremely delicious taste instantly made the old man feel unprecedentedly satisfied.
"Well... girl, your craftsmanship is great! It's better than Jingcheng Yu... ahem... very, very good!"
Sang Sang smiled shyly: "I'm joking, old man, these meals are all cooked by my big brother Bai."
"What?!"
The old man's eyes widened in shock.
"It's so delicious, but it's you, young man... Judging from your gentle manner, I think you're a scholar, but could you be a cook?"
Sangsang pouted: "Of course my brother Bai is a scholar! You are the cook! Your ancestors have been cooks for generations!"
Bai Song had no choice but to pull Xiao Nizi and smiled awkwardly: "In life, all you want is to live a cool life, so why not be a cook?"
The old man frowned slightly: "If you want to study, it's hard to be cool. You have an extraordinary temperament, kid. You must know that a gentleman is far away from the kitchen. The matter of cooking is still..."
"Hmph! Brother Bai said that only if you really stay away from the kitchen can you be considered a gentleman. Such a gentleman is something my Brother Bai would disdain!"
The old man's eyes were confused, and after a few words he couldn't see through this guy.
Although it is said that literati should avoid clutter, the dishes in front of them are indeed well done.
After seeing it, the old man's eyes fell on the potato shreds: "Eh? What is this? Why has this old man never seen it before?"
"Potato."
"Potato?"
The old man tasted the chopsticks and nodded again and again after taking his mouth.
“The taste is quite novel.”
Just a simple comment, and the old man won't say more.
Before the potato showed its tenacious vitality and vigorous vitality, no one would have realized the changes this little thing had brought to the world.
At this time, Bai Song had already taken out the wine bottle.
The wine bottle had not yet been opened, and the rich aroma of the wine could not be hidden, and it instantly attracted all the old man's attention.
Bai Song put the wine on the table. The old man took it and put it on the tip of his nose with an intoxicated look on his face. He murmured: "Good wine! Good wine! The first smell is like sweet rain, denser than fine wine. He boasts that he is a guest in the wine."
, There is no smell of wine in a foreign country..."
A few old tears fell, and I actually cried.
"Old man, what's wrong with you..."
Sang Sang was a little anxious and wanted to step forward to ask, but Bai Song raised his hand to stop him.
Bai Song knew clearly that the person in front of him was a real wine lover.
This intoxication did not seem to be a fake, but it really touched the old man's softness.
As the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine is too little to meet a close friend.
But wine also requires a close friend.
Bai Song couldn't be Maotai's confidant, maybe this old man could.
Moutai is a good wine, a top-quality wine that can represent Chinese wine.
But in that era of greed, it was endowed with too many valuable attachments.
In that era, the only respect for wine was money.
But here, respect for Maotai is endowed with emotion.
For some reason, Bai Song was touched when he saw the old man crying over a few glasses of good wine, and smiled lightly: "Old man, why don't you open it and smell it?"
The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "You can't do it, you can't do it...if your anger is gone, the wine will no longer taste good."
"This wine will be given to the old man."
Bai Song suddenly said.
"Really?!" The old man was shocked.
"nature."
"Little brother, I can't repay you! I just smelled it and knew it was very precious. I guess little brother doesn't have much, right?"
"I guess the old people only have these in the world. If there are more, I don't know when they will be available."
Exchanging Moutai consumes a lot of energy. Bai Song still has many things he wants to get. He uses energy to satisfy his appetite. It seems that there is no time to waste more.
The old man solemnly clasped his fists and saluted: "Today's great kindness, I must remember it. Since the little brother doesn't like the belt of the old man, and there is only one granddaughter in the family who is very attractive, why not give it to the little brother as his wife..."
"puff!"
Bai Song choked.
Sangsang was anxious: "My eldest brother Bai is married!"
"You can also be a concubine!"
"Brother Bai! He wants the wine back, we won't give it to him!"
"Hahaha..." Bai Song laughed, "Old man, where did everything get involved? It's a blessing that this wine is appreciated by others. I don't want to repay you."
"But I won't ask for the wine in vain. Little brother, I live in the first courtyard across the street from Sanyuan Restaurant on Zhengyang Street. If you have anything to do, you can come to see me. No matter what happens, I will definitely help you with all my strength."
"The old man's words are strong."
"My surname only has the character Mo, so just call me Brother Mo."
"Brother Mo..." Bai Song smiled, "At our age..."
"Little brother, you were so generous before, why have you become pedantic now?"
"Hahaha, okay, okay... I, my little brother Bai Song, will treat me as brothers from now on."
"Brother Bai is indeed extraordinary. It is rare in the world to have such a character at such an age!"
"Brother Mo, thank you..." Bai Song held up his hand, but he was thinking that the surname "Mo" does not seem to exist in Mang County. The only one he has heard of recently is the Mo so-and-so he met at Sanyuan Restaurant...
"Mo Fei Bai! Brother Mo, does he know someone named Mo Fei Bai?"
"Oh? Brother Bai, do you know my grandson?"
Bai Song chuckled and touched his nose: "We know her, of course she does! A few days ago, she molested my sister in public in a restaurant, and a group of his subordinates even drew knives in the street."
"What?!" Boss Mo shouted and stood up, "How dare that little bastard do such nonsense? Brother Yu doesn't even know!"
"Isn't that right? Many people saw it that day. That beard cut off half a tree with one knife, which scared the county people out of their wits!"
Bai Song was so happy!
This old man is actually Mo Feibai's grandfather. Now that he and his grandfather have become brothers, he is two generations older than him.
Report the black accusation again and see how he handles it!
"Brother Bai, you go with Brother Yu immediately and see if Brother Yu breaks that brat's legs!"
"Is...isn't this bad?"
Bai Song pretended to refuse, but after Mr. Mo asked again, Bai Song immediately walked to the street, his feet were like wind, and he walked faster than Mr. Mo. He wanted to go to Mo's house right away, and he must let that brat call him grandpa.
, I will call my sister grandma from now on!
Speaking of which, in the restaurant that day, the boy from the Mo family was not teasing me.
And the thing is over, it's not a big deal.
But Bai Song is a petty person and holds a lot of grudges, especially for teasing his own sister!
My sister is my own little cotton-padded jacket, how can I tolerate other men teasing me?
There was no chance before, but now that there is a chance, even if a hundred years have passed, Bai Song will still take revenge when he can.
Mr. Mo also had a plan in mind. If this boy could take out the first bottle, he might be able to take out the second bottle in the future.
If such a good wine would be gone once you drink it, Mr. Mo would definitely be reluctant to drink it.
Only by establishing a good relationship with this guy can we have good wine in the future.
The purpose of selling the granddaughter is to secure this boy.
Today I take the opportunity to repair my grandson. Please don't ask your granddaughter to let this kid take a look.
Just based on my granddaughter’s beauty, I don’t believe this kid can hold it!
An old man and a young man, each with their own thoughts, trotted all the way and soon arrived at the entrance of the small courtyard they had just bought when the Mo family moved in.
In front of you is a larger fenced courtyard. Although it is not as good as Bai Song's house, it is still the best one facing the street.
It's a little simpler, but it's still more than enough to accommodate seven or eight people.
Standing outside the fence, Bai Song immediately saw the bearded man knitting a bamboo hat in the yard.
This guy was very arrogant that day, and Bai Songke remembered it.
"Brother Mo, that guy with the beard, drew his sword and hurt people in broad daylight, stepped on other people's shoulders and flew around in the sky. He's so awesome! Is he a martial arts master? Can I learn from him?"
When Mr. Mo heard this, his beard stood up and he shouted at the door: "Dakui!"
Hearing someone calling his name, the man at the door raised his head and walked over quickly: "Master, are you back?"
This respectful tone is like that of a husky.
But when he saw Bai Song beside Mr. Mo, he immediately turned into a hyena: "Sir, why are you with this kid?"