"What, can you really get the goods by looking at the appearance of the Taoist chief?" The man's eyes lit up: "In fact, in this rural place, the government rarely comes." ”

In this dynasty, it is forbidden for people to brew wine privately, but some palace temples are exceptional, and some wine can be brewed for their own use.

Wen Fei muttered, took it out of his arms for a long time, and took out a small bottle of two-pot head: "This ......"

The man's eyes lit up: "What kind of wine is this? Why is it so crystal clear? It is actually packed in a crystal bottle, is it a famous wine only in Tokyo? Is it Meishou wine or chalcedony wine?"

Wen Fei startled Nima, we wouldn't have gone to the ancient riben, right? No, I heard that the riben was more popular in ancient times......

"Yes, Tokyo City," the man showed a yearning expression: "Tokyo Bianliang, ah......"

Just now, the man said that we were in the Great Song Dynasty and Western Xia, and it seems that it should be in the Northern Song Dynasty now.

No matter how Xiaobai Wen Fei is, he should have guessed the times. It turns out that it is actually the time of the Northern Song Dynasty, and I don't know if Su Dongpo is still alive? If I can trick Su Dabeard's notebook back, then I will be rich! I can just ask the times: "I heard that Su Dabeard likes to drink wine and has good wine." I don't know how Su's beard is now?"

"Su Xian, alas, it's a pity, just after he ascended the throne, Su Xian has already passed away. And now the emperor has issued an order to prohibit the circulation of Su Dongpo's articles. It's just this kind of thing, where can it be forbidden, even the emperor is in the deep palace, isn't he secretly reading Su Xian's poems and looking at Su Xian's calligraphy?"

After a long time, I finally opened the bottle, and there was a smell of wine wafting out, which made people smell and get drunk. Of course, Wen Fei himself didn't feel anything.

"Good wine, good wine. What a fragrant wine!" A voice suddenly sounded, startling Wen Fei, only to find that there was still a person living in this pig's nest-like shed.

The man casually waved his long gray hair, kicked the shoe, and walked over. The man smiled and said, "Master, you've finally woken up!"

"Nonsense, can I not wake up with such fragrant wine?" said the man called Master, "Although this Taoist priest is fake, this good wine is real." ”

The man was taken aback: "Is this a fake Taoist?"

His master didn't bother to speak at all, so he snatched the wine over: "I smell the wine, I don't know how to drink it?" It took a long time to stretch out: "It's really good wine...... It's not worse than the famous sake in Tokyo. Chang Gung, give him 500 yuan and send him away!"

The man replied: "I'm sorry, this Taoist leader...... False Chief. My Master, please leave ......"

Wen Fei was shocked: "Didn't you just say that you were going to teach me the Daofa?"

The man named Chang Geng suddenly became embarrassed, hurriedly waved his hand, peeked at his master again, and shirked: "I didn't say that I would teach you the Tao!"

Wen Fei was very depressed, this man's tone just now seemed to be about to teach him the Tao, why did he change his words now? Could it be because he didn't pay the money?

Wen Fei saw clearly at this time that although Chang Geng was sloppy and his face was full of beards, he was indeed relatively young, at most he was in his teens. Suddenly, his eyes rolled: "It turns out that your name is Chang Geng, do you want to ask your master if you still want to drink?"

Chang Geng touched his head and said with a smile: "My name is Ge Chang Geng, ranked second, and I am known as Ge Erlang." Master, what do you say, do you want to drink this wine in the future?"

Ge Erlang's master took a sip of wine, cocked his legs and shook and trembled, happy as a fairy. But he said: "Such a good wine, drinking it once is enough." Drink every day, where did I get so much money!"

Ge Erlang thought about it, so he casually stuffed Wen Fei with a half-hanging copper coin, and said, "Take it, fake Dao Chief, this is much more valuable than your pile of rags!"

Wen Fei muttered, he could see that this pair of master and apprentice didn't seem to be ordinary people. Also, if it were an ordinary country person, how could he be so aware of Su Dongpo's affairs? At this time, the news was blocked, and some people did not know about changing the emperor for the rest of their lives, but it was not the era of the information explosion in later generations.

He looked around, and saw that there were many wooden barrels in the broken shed, some of which were half-finished. It seems that this pair of master and apprentice depends on this for their food.

First of all, there was definitely no such thing as plastic in ancient times. Buckets and basins used by ordinary people are made of wood, and it is estimated that most young people have never seen them now. The wood is broken into boards, then spliced into circles, and finally hooped up. The fact that the buckets that come out of so many wooden hoops don't leak is really a bit of a skill.

"I don't know how this wooden barrel is sold?" Wen Fei rolled his eyes. Just look at the craftsmanship of this barrel and know that the price is definitely not low. When the time comes, Lao Tzu will get some plastic from modern times and rob all the business of your master and apprentice!

"It's not expensive, it's just money. Dao Chief, do you want one?" Ge Erlang saw Wen Fei's eyes rolling wildly, and his heart became vigilant, and he falsely reported the price.

Wen Fei's eyes rolled: "Consistent money, how many copper coins is that? I think it should be a thousand, right? Haha, this time it's finally going to be sent." He didn't want to think about how much an iron pot would sell for, and if it was always money, would anyone buy it?

It's a pity that at this time, Fu Shuo was already dizzy, and he didn't notice such a big flaw at all, just thinking: Uncle, I sell a plastic basin for 100, which is enough for me to earn. When the time comes, it will be much cheaper than your price. When the time comes, this old immortal will starve to death, and it will be so cold outside, and he will still drive me out!

Wen Fei walked out of the door slowly, and the door closed unceremoniously with a "touch" behind him, and he could still hear the voice of the master inside: "That fake Taoist priest's eyes are not right, and he knows that his heart is not correct at a glance......"

Nima, the dead old man. Wen Fei scolded in his heart, Lao Tzu doesn't make money this time, and he will also make your business yellow.

Returning to his modern home again, Wen Fei was thoughtful. It seems that in ancient times, you had to meditate before you could do it. But back in ancient times, you can come back with just a thought. This is much better, at least in ancient times, when there was danger, such as when a robber put a knife to the neck, there was no need to stupidly run to meditate. That's a layer of security!

I don't know what the hell is the origin of this thing? Wen Fei was out of tune and fell out of bed. Looking at the harvest of his past this time, he half-hung the copper coin, and suddenly remembered that it seemed that at this time, the copper coin was more valuable!