"Is this still wine? It's a cultural relic!"
"I didn't see any wine. All I saw was money…"
"Old Master is too awesome!"
"I definitely can't bear to drink this."
The audience was extremely excited. They really didn't expect that the old man would make a royal tribute wine. No wonder he looked down on Maotai. They were really not on the same level.
"Old Master, could it be that you met Xuantong back then? This is what the Qing Dynasty's royal family gave you?”
Third Uncle also came over and looked around the tribute wine a few times before asking.
"Xuantong?"
Zhang Hao's lips twitched in disdain. Was this guy a rare character?
Zhang Hao had never seen Xuantong before. It wasn't that he didn't have the chance, but that he wasn't interested at all.
He was just an incompetent person who had perished in the last generation. Moreover, the hundreds of years of rule of the Qing Dynasty had left a devastated modern history for China, causing a fault to appear between Chinese civilization and the world.
A hundred years of humiliation, a hundred years of backwardness!
Back then, Zhang Hao was the one who wanted to overthrow his life and the corrupt Manchu rule. Why would he care about a mere Xuantong?
"Of course not."
" We were supposed to rebuild order and establish a new dynasty in the troubled times of the Republic of China after we overthrew the Qing government," Zhang Hao said confidently." How could there be any wine?”
"This wine…"
"I snatched it back from the Qing Dynasty's Internal Affairs Bureau. It's a trophy!”
As soon as he said this,
The live broadcast room exploded again and again…
"F * ck! Did I hear wrongly? Did Old Master say that this is a trophy?？”
"I even snatched it…"
"Old Master is so domineering!"
"There's a picture!"
"Just who is great-grandfather…"
"How can an ordinary person snatch wine from the Internal Affairs Office?”
"Worship!"
"I keep feeling that…the old man must have done something earth-shattering back then!”
The comments flooded the screen.
The audience was curious about Zhang Hao's past.
What kind of magnificent life had the ancestor experienced?
……
At the scene, Chef Huang, Teacher He, Third Uncle, and the others were staring at the tribute wine.
It was not that they were addicted to alcohol.
It was because since ancient times, fine wine had always had an indescribable charm to men.
"A five-colored horse and a thousand gold fur coat. I will go out and exchange them for good wine.”
The ancients were willing to spend a lot of money just for a mouthful of good wine…
Not to mention the tribute wine that was stamped with the Imperial Household Department's stamp!
It was specially provided by the royal family!
Which man wouldn't want to taste it and drink it?
This was the real deal. Every jar he drank was one jar less.
It could even be said that other than these thirty-six jars of tribute wine, there was no other place in the world that had it!
"Old sir, when you say good wine, are you referring to the tribute wine?”
Third Uncle licked his dry lips. How could he suppress the urge to drink? He quickly asked.
"This tribute wine is not bad. There were originally 108 jars, but I drank quite a lot once.”
Zhang Hao glanced at the tribute wine and said casually," I remember that it happened in the 1910s. We just defeated Yuan Datou, who tried to restore the imperial system and become the emperor. When I was happy, I took out the wine to celebrate.”
"Hmm…I remember that time, the one who drank the loudest was that guy surnamed Jiang. Humph! Now that I think about it, my wine was wasted!”
"Unfortunately, an old friend of mine had already died of illness at that time, so I didn't get to taste it.”
Zhang Hao sighed.
The green mountains were still there, and the sunset was red!
Thinking of the old friend who had talked all night with him and shared the same ideals, Zhang Hao felt a little sad.
Across the screen, the audience also felt this kind of emotion and was silent for a moment.
"Great-grandfather, are you alright?"
The younger sister held Zhang Hao's hand and asked carefully.
"Grandpa is fine."
Zhang Hao patted his sister's head and heaved a sigh of relief." I just thought of some old friends. I thought of the extraordinary times when I was with them, but it's impossible to see them again.”
How many things from ancient times to the present were all put into jokes…
As soon as he said that, some of the audience members who had low teardrops were already crying silently.
" I thought of my deceased grandmother, sob sob…"
" It's no wonder that the old man is so sad. The moment he leaves the mountain, he sees that his old friends have passed away. This feeling…"
"A hundred years of solitude!"
"How much of the past is hidden in the old master's heart!”
"I really want to cry with the old master!”
"Sister, you must accompany the old man more…"
The people felt the same way.
The mood in the live broadcast room was also a little low.
No one expected this.
These tribute wines that had been preserved for more than a hundred years were engraved with such a historical brand, which evoked the old man's memories...
"Wait! Yuan Shikai had been restored, that guy surnamed Jiang, an old friend who had died of illness…F * ck! The person who drank the most was not the one from the diary, right?”
At this moment, a bullet screen suddenly caught everyone's attention.
Fine taste.
The atmosphere in the live broadcast room instantly boiled.
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