Yang Ling looked at this thing with some idiotic eyes, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't daydream, you are still separated by one billion and eighty million miles, even if one day you really practice the Mahayana period, it is estimated that the Heavenly Dao will kill you with a thunderbolt." ”

"For Mao?" Ding Cong asked puzzled.

"Hmph, you're going to rob a woman with him, don't you split anyone?" Okay, you practice slowly at home, don't go out until you're familiar with it, and, remember, this matter is rotten in the stomach, and no one can say it, including your brother and family!"

Ding Cong's face slowly became solemn, nodded and asked, "Does the fifth child know ......?"

Yang Ling shook his head gently, and when he was about to go out, he suddenly remembered and said, "Borrow me a few more people, I want to open a winery with Lao Wu, and no one will help!"

Ding Cong waved his hand indifferently and said: "You go to the factory to pick it yourself, you can use whichever one you like, brother from today on, you have to retreat and cultivate, and you will not go out until the Mahayana period......"

Yang Ling: ......

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One thing, Yang Ling also felt that he had let go of his thoughts.

He was lying on the rocking chair under the flower trellis and squinting, and Yukiko Oda was still standing behind him to help him massage, and the days were relaxed and freehand.

Dou Yuntao and Ding Cong arranged for a business manager to go around some wineries near Chang'an City, and the purpose of the trip was to see if they could buy a winery.

The pillar seems to have changed as if he was a different person, I don't know where to get a crumpled suit shirt to wear on his body, and a green tie around his neck, and he looks like a successful person every day in the barbecue restaurant of the food festival and watches the workers decorate.

A few days passed in a flash, and it was not until the property management of the Wisteria Mountain Villa informed Yang Ling that the house was repaired, and he took Oda Yukiko back to Wisteria Mountain.

The last incident of a boulder falling from the sky has gradually subsided, and the roads and green belts damaged by the rocks in the community have been repaired, and it looks as if nothing happened.

Yang Ling checked in the room and found that he didn't lose anything, so he happily transferred the money for repairing the house to the property manager, and just when he and Oda Yukiko were about to leave, Old Man Lin came to him with an empty plate.

"Uncle Lin, isn't it just a plate!You can keep it!" Yang Ling took the plate with some tears and laughter.

"Then where is it!" Old man Lin was a little embarrassed, "I originally said that I would return it to you the next day, but I didn't expect that the next day to happen, and you moved away......

Yang Ling waved his hand and smiled and was about to leave, but found that Old Man Lin was still standing still, so he asked curiously, "Uncle Lin, do you have anything else?"

Old man Lin blushed and said embarrassedly: "Xiao Yang, I'm just here to ask you, where did you buy that kind of meat last time?

Yang Ling couldn't help frowning, thought for a while and said, "That piece of meat was brought back from a friend from outside, and I don't know where it was produced, why don't I help you ask?"

"Hey, then I'll trouble you!" Old man Lin nodded again and again, "My wife has pancreatic tumors, and she has no appetite for anything...... I wanted to ask you, but I haven't been able to meet ......."

"That's it!" Yang Ling touched his chin and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the refrigerator to see if there's anything left, I seem to remember that there's still one!"

"Okay~OK~!" the old man rubbed his hands happily.

Yang Ling walked into the kitchen, took out a piece of Yuan Scorpion meat from the ring, about two catties, thought about it, flashed into the courtyard of the system, and quick-frozen it with ice crystal ore, and then put it on a plate and brought it out.

"Uncle Lin, it seems that you are lucky, there is really one piece in the refrigerator!" Yang Ling smiled and handed the plate to Old Man Lin.

Old man Lin took the plate, looked at a piece of frozen meat that was still bubbling with cold, and his beard only trembled excitedly, "Thank you Xiao Yang, this meat must be very expensive, how much is it, I'll give it to you now!"

Yang Ling shook his head indifferently, "Anyway, it was given by someone else, and if you don't have any money, you can quickly take it back and let your daughter-in-law boil a porridge or something for the old man to eat!"

Old man Lin saw Yang Ling lock the door and was about to leave, so he hurriedly grabbed him and said: "Xiao Yang, don't worry, you don't want money, you can always ask for anything else, you young people usually like to go to the bar to drink a drink or something, old man, I still have a few jars of self-made wine at home, you wait for me, I'll take a jar back and taste fresh, it must be much better than the foreign wine you drink in the bar!"

Seeing the old man Lin hurriedly walking home with a plate, Yang Ling couldn't cry or laugh, so he had to stand next to the flying car and wait.

Sure enough, less than five minutes later, Old Man Lin hugged a small black porcelain altar, with a big belly and a thin neck, red silk tied with the mouth of the bottle, and a few red flower patterns painted outside, which looked very weird.

Old man Lin panted and put the bottle in Yang Ling's hand and said with a smile: "This is my own fruit wine, it tastes good, it doesn't burn my throat and doesn't hurt my body, take it back and taste it, if you think it's delicious, tell me, next time I'll help you brew some, and it's not bad to take it home to your relatives and elders!"

Yang Ling took a look, estimated that there were four or five catties, his heart moved, reached out and tore off the red silk, revealing an oak cork, pulled out the cork, and suddenly a crisp aroma of wine overflowed.

"It's so fragrant~!" Yang Ling sniffed and couldn't help but admire, and hurriedly plugged the wooden stopper.

Old man Lin smiled and the wrinkles on his face bloomed, and he handed Yang Ling a piece of paper with a phone number written on it, "Xiao Yang, this is my phone, I don't have anything to do after I retire, I usually like to tinker with these things, and I have to get some every year, but it's a pity that the raw materials are not easy to find, otherwise it will be nothing to send you more!"

Yang Ling took the piece of paper and thanked him a few words, and then got into the flying car with Yukiko Oda and left.

Back at Xishanju, Yang Ling couldn't help but find two cups and poured two glasses from the wine jar.

The wine is crimson and slightly turbid, but the taste is fragrant and elegant, and the air is filled with a peculiar fruit wine aroma.

"Come, Yukiko, let's try the craftsmanship of this old man Lin!" Yang Ling handed a cup to Oda Yukiko, picked up a cup himself, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, then took a small sip and tasted it carefully, and then poured all the cups into his mouth.

Yang Ling smacked his lips and poured a few sips of a glass to drink, then turned his head and asked Oda Yukiko: "What do you think of this wine?"

Oda Yukiko's snow-white little face flushed a little, looked at the wine in the glass and said: "Master, this wine is very good, both the taste and purity are just right, not worse than those imported high-end fruit wines, and even I personally think that it tastes better than those high-end wines in France, if you want to make wine, this wine is a good choice." (To be continued.) )