blogombal Chapter 188 This wine is too expensive
Chapter 188 This wine is too expensive
Han Chunming said in surprise: "I got it! I feel a warm current flowing through my body, and it feels so good!"
This wine is really good! After saying that, he drank the rest of the wine in one gulp and said, "Brother, can you give me some more?"
"You kid! Don't drink too much good wine. This is the amount you can drink a day. If you drink more, it will not only have no effect, but your body will not be able to handle it."
"Besides, the cup you just drank cost more than ten dollars. I'm only talking about the cost."
"What? This is three cents? The cost is ten dollars?"
Ye Shu smiled and asked, "Do you think it's expensive?"
"But if you knew that there were two thousand-year-old ginsengs in it, not to mention other precious Chinese herbs, would you still think it's expensive this time?"
After Ye Shu finished speaking, not only did Han Chunming gasp in disbelief, but Old Man Guan wasn't much better either.
He knows how valuable the thousand-year-old ginseng is. It's not about whether you are willing to spend money to buy it, but that you simply can't buy it.
Only some big families can have some stock of thousand-year-old ginseng, and it is not seen on the market at all. Occasionally, the appearance of a hundred-year-old ginseng will attract many people to scramble for it, not to mention how great the temptation of this thousand-year-old ginseng is!
When the two men came to their senses, they saw that Ye Shu had already filled two bottles of wine in the jar, sealed the bottle caps, handed one bottle to each of them and said, "Remember, you can only drink this much every day, and you must not drink more."
When Grandpa Guan and Han Chunming were holding the wine, at a loss, they suddenly felt the heat just now slowly subside, replaced by a slight coolness throughout their bodies.
This refreshing and cool feeling is very comfortable, just like eating a piece of iced watermelon in the hot summer.
Ye Shu said, "How is it? Feeling better, right? When you wake up tomorrow and look in the mirror, you will find that all the pimples on your face will disappear."
"Even if it doesn't disappear, it will be much smaller. Drink another glass of wine tomorrow. I guarantee your skin will be smoother and more delicate, but it won't be too obvious."
"No, brother, this wine is too expensive. I can't take it."
"You can take it. I can't take back what I gave away. Besides, good wine should be given to good friends."
"Okay, take the old man to the antique section to have a look."
"Don't think too much, old man. Look at all this wine. Even if I drink until I die, I can't finish it. So I have to find someone to share it with, right?"
The three of them left the wine storage area, and Han Chunming turned around and saw some words written on the table.
He opened his mouth in surprise and stammered, "Brother, did you write this?"
Ye Shu nodded and said, "What I just wrote is just graffiti, not presentable."
Old Master Guan also took a look and then hurried over. Looking at the words that were vigorous and powerful, and written with such speed, he secretly admired Ye Shu's profound skills.
"You are too modest! Your handwriting is like a flying dragon, a dancing phoenix, as natural as flowing clouds and running water, as strong as iron painting and silver hook, vigorous and powerful!"
"There are also some that are elegant and graceful, like the ladies from wealthy families, very charming and touching."
“But these two unrelated strokes merge together without any abruptness and are very harmonious and comfortable. He is a rising star in the calligraphy world!”
Ye Shu scratched his head and thought, "Is what I wrote really that good? You're not deliberately praising yourself for the sake of your wine, are you?"
Han Chunming read the words written by Ye Shu, "A clear mirror hangs high, success comes immediately, contentment brings happiness, purple air comes from the east, and lanterns are used to determine losses?"
"Brother, I understand all the other terms, but what does this lantern damage assessment mean? Why haven't I heard of it before?"
"Ah? This!"
“I just wrote this randomly.”
Han Chunming asked: "Brother, is there any allusion here?"
"Let me tell you this. You know what happens when you rent a house? When you check out, the landlord will shine a very bright light all over the house, find out what's broken, and then ask you for a huge amount of compensation."
"Probably that's what it means."
"Is there anyone like this?"
Grandpa Guan said, "The forest is big, what kind of birds are there?"
"Come on, let's go to the antique section and have a look."
When I left, I took a look at the words written by Ye Shu. The ink was not dry yet. These words were really written by this guy?!
When the three of them left, Ye Shu handed each of them a jar of wine, each weighing about ten kilograms, and said, "This wine is the same as the one we drank just now. The difference is that this wine does not contain any medicinal materials. It is still good to drink on a daily basis."
"I told you this wine has a stronger aftertaste, and you'll get drunk if you drink too much."
After seeing the two off, Ye Shu returned to Courtyard No. 95.
The next day, Han Chunming got up and looked in the mirror. Just as Ye Shu said, all the pimples on his face were gone and his face felt radiant.
During the time he was collecting scrap, he was exposed to the wind and rain outside and his skin color became much darker. Su Meng no longer had the same enthusiasm for him as before when she saw him.
He happily ran directly to Grandpa Guan's house and said, "Master, Master, please look at my face."
"Yeah, it's really amazing! No more pimples at all!"
"Master, your complexion and skin have improved a lot! Especially the age spots on your face, they seem to have faded a lot."
Grandpa Guan quickly looked in the mirror and said, "Great! How old do you think Ye Shu is this year?"
"Thirty-six, I think?"
Mr. Guan nodded and said, "You can't tell anyone else about this."
"I know, but my mother doesn't tell me either?"
Grandpa Guan thought about it, shook his head and said, "Just give her a glass of wine, nothing else to say."
"Yes, I understand Master."
"This medicinal wine is so precious! If the rich and powerful knew about it, the consequences would be disastrous."
Han Chunming nodded and said, "Of course I know this truth! This bottle weighs more than one kilogram, and it costs about three or four hundred yuan. If you want to buy it, you can't stop it with a thousand yuan!"
Grandpa Guan shook his head and said, "The key is that there are too many monks and too little porridge!"
Time flies, and it is spring again. Banggeng was at home that day, and he didn't feel any major discomfort in his hands.
If after some time, it can at least recover to 90% of its previous level, he will be very satisfied. At least there will be no problem in catching yellow croaker!
That day he finally got out of his house, came to his secret base, took out a bag, and returned to the courtyard.
I went straight to Ye Shu's house and saw Ye Shu in the house, rocking in a rocking chair. He seemed to have fallen asleep.
Just when Bang Geng didn't know whether to go in or not, Ye Shu said, "Come in! What can I do for you?"