"If that's the case, could the one who died of illness be…Mr. Yi Xian?”
"F * ck!"
"Could it be that the old master was once one of them?”
"Awesome!"
"This is f * cking history…"
"Thinking about what the person in the diary did later, it's no wonder the old man's heart ached for wine.”
"Old Master, are you bragging? This is really a little exaggerated!"
"That's right. There's no way to verify it."
"Anyway, I firmly believe in the old master!”
"You're measuring a gentleman's belly with your petty heart. Does the old master still need to brag?”
The live broadcast room was in an uproar, and the audience even started arguing.
No one had expected that the few people the old man had casually mentioned were actually influential figures who had left an indelible mark on history.
The merits and demerits of these people were put aside for now.
The problem was…
The old man who had experienced all this was a living legend!
Not only had he lived since the Republic of China, but he had also personally participated in the magnificent era!
Such a life, how bright and dazzling it would be.
Just thinking about it…
Countless people were fascinated…
At the scene.
Little Chef Huang and the others were dumbfounded.
"Old sir, did you personally participate in the Northern Expedition?”
Third Uncle asked in shock.
But at this time, Zhang Hao had already recovered from his faint sadness. He waved his hand and said indifferently,"Let's not talk about it. It's all in the past.”
As he spoke, his gaze fell on the tribute wine and said,
"This tribute wine is indeed not bad. Back then, I saw it win the gold medal at the 1915 World Exposition in Vietnam, so I went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs on a whim to clear the last batch of tribute wine.”
"This wine is actually Fen wine."
"Fenjiu has a history of more than 4,000 years. As early as 1500 years ago, it was recorded in the twenty-fourth history as the imperial wine.”
"The Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu had a poem: I asked where the tavern was, and the shepherd boy pointed to Apricot Blossom Village. I'm talking about this Fen wine…"
"It's the ancestor of white wine!"
This wasn't wine, it was history and culture.
The audience in the live broadcast room also stopped arguing and listened to Zhang Hao quietly, just like a student listening attentively in class...
"If it weren't for the old man, I wouldn't have known that Fen Jiu was so awesome!”
"I've learned a lot."
" History class…"
" Old Master, you're right. Moutai only appeared after the founding of the People's Republic of China, while Fenjiu has been around for thousands of years. They're not on the same level…"
"Wine is cultured!"
"Old Master is a walking history book!”
"The more I listen, the more I want to drink…"
Would Maotai work?
At this moment, there was no longer any dispute.
Moutai was fine.
But it depended on who he was competing with!
In front of the tribute wine stored in the old man's cellar, Maotai naturally could not do.
……
In the wine cellar, the Liquor worm of Little Chef Huang and the others was already tempted.
Gulp!
Chef Huang swallowed his saliva and looked at Zhang Hao eagerly and expectantly." Old Master, why don't we try this wine today?"”
He was really too greedy and could not wait to drink it.
He wasn't the only one. Even Peng Peng and his younger sister, who didn't drink, were filled with anticipation.
He was just waiting for the old ancestor to say something.
At this moment, Zhang Hao shook his head and said,""We're not drinking this today."
？？？
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Little Chef Huang, Third Uncle, Teacher He, and the others wanted to cry but had no tears.
Ancestor, you've already hooked my Liquor worm, but you said," I won't let you drink it." This…If I can't drink this tribute wine today, my curiosity will torture me to death!
Zhang Hao smiled and walked past the row of wine cabinets.
"I'm going to drink this today."
Huh?
Was there a better wine than the tribute wine?
Everyone was at a loss.
Little Chef Huang and the others quickly followed him.
There was a row of wine cabinets near the bottom of the cellar, and there were about a dozen celadon wine jars in the cellar.
It formed a sharp contrast with the clay sealed wine jars outside.
Just the celadon body alone was exceptionally elegant and exquisite, displaying a kind of nobility and style…
"This is?"
Everyone in the mushroom house was dumbfounded. They had no idea what wine this was.
"Why does this blue and white porcelain look so familiar?”
"Something's wrong!"
"Anyway, I can't think of any wine that's better than Maotai and Gongjiu.”
In the live broadcast room, the audience was also completely confused.
"Eh? This is…"
At this moment, the exquisite celadon wine jar attracted the attention of an audience member.
Jingdezhen.
Inside the century-old Luo Bingsheng porcelain shop, the 13th generation successor, Luo Yao Zong, suddenly cried out in surprise. His face was filled with disbelief.
" This is definitely Yuan Qinghua!"
As the successor of the intangible cultural heritage of blue and white porcelain, Luo Yao Zong's attainments in blue and white porcelain were definitely the best in the country!
There was no doubt about his judgment.
"Strange, really strange."
However, Luo Yao Zong's face immediately revealed shock and doubt,"Regardless of whether it's the glaze, the blue flower, the decorative patterns, or the carcass, there's no doubt that it's the Yuan Blue Flower. Moreover, it's the best of the best."”
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