"Madam, is there any good wine? I also have a lot of good wine in my home. My father brought it here from Jiangnan. It is said to be brewed by a famous winery there."

“What kind of wine can be called good wine?”

Jiang Wulang couldn't believe it. He had already been tasted by Yang Ruoqing's wine. It was really difficult for ordinary wine to enter his mouth. Even the very good wine sold in the capital was far inferior.

"I don't drink, so I don't know. It's just that my father said it was good wine. How about you come with me to my house to try the wine?" Han Feiyu frowned.

"Okay, give it a try."

Jiang Wulang's eyes lit up. He really had no immunity to good wine. This was all taught badly by Bai Wulang.

I remember that when he first joined the army, he was still a young man with a shy smile.

Baigoro said, we have the same name, so you should also learn my interests.

In this way, if you learn one move of spear, you will drink a jar of wine. After learning ninety-nine and eighty-one moves of spear, you will drink at least ninety-nine and eighty-one jars of wine.

After drinking so much wine, Jiang Wulang's drinking capacity was almost close to that of Bai Wulang. Later, the apprentice and the master drank endlessly together.

However, in Jiang Wulang's heart, Bai Wulang was his master, but Bai Wulang wouldn't let him call him master, so he had no choice but to call him Fifth Master.

Han Feiyu's home is in the city, not very far from the pier.

But there are various patrols in the city, and her home is relatively private, so it is still very safe.

"This courtyard belongs to your family?" Jiang Wulang was surprised.

He could see this courtyard when he passed by. It was a quiet courtyard similar to Jiangnan pastoral style. Most of the buildings in it were blue and white, with blue tiles and white walls, just like ink paintings.

At that time, he still wondered who was so stylish that he put the Jiangnan style in Kyoto.

Who would have known that this would be Han Feiyu's house? What a surprise.

"Two jars of wine are buried under the pear tree in the yard, and a lot of them are stored in the cellar. Let's dig out the wine under the pear tree."

Han Feiyu rushed to the pear tree.

Looking at the pear tree, which was as thick as a person's arms, she was stunned.

She suddenly saw lines of marks carved on the tree.

Every mark is a mark of her growth.

It was as if she saw her father's loving smile, stretched out his hand to touch her head and said, "Our fish has grown taller again."

Han Feiyu stretched out his hand and touched the mark on the tree.

The tree marks are still there, but the person who loved her is no longer there.

"Brother Jiang, look at the wine jar here."

Han Feiyu closed her eyes and let the memories in her mind dissipate. The past has passed and people should look more towards the future. She squatted down and touched the ground with her hand. The rain washed away and a corner of the wooden board covering the top of the wine jar was exposed.

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"Do you have a hoe? If I have a tool, I will dig out the wine." Jiang Wulang glanced around.

"Yes, wait a moment."

Han Feiyu quickly entered the house, and after a while, he took out a hoe from inside.

"So small."

Jiang Wulang held the thin handle and felt that if he applied a little more force, he would crush the hoe. It seemed a bit brittle.

"This is what my father used to comb flowers and plants. It should be okay to dig this." Han Feiyu compared the hoe with Jiang Wulang's arm. It seemed that they were not very coordinated, but there was nothing she could do because she didn't have anything else.

This is the only hoe I have.

"Okay, let's use this."

Jiang Wulang bent down and carefully shoveled away the surrounding soil with a hoe. Soon, the entire board was revealed.

Then there will be no need for a hoe.

Leaning the small hoe specially designed for flowers and plants against the pear tree, Jiang Wulang simply lifted one end of the board with both hands and turned it over completely.

Then, Jiang Wulang looked downward.

A small area was dug out here, and two jars of wine were sealed underneath.

The wine jar is very ordinary, there is nothing special about it, it is made of gray ceramics with a mud seal on it.

"Then I'll bring it out."

Jiang Wulang smiled.

"Brother Jiang, you bring the wine into the inner room, and I'll cook some dishes to go with the wine."

Han Feiyu said nothing and already ran towards the kitchen.

Seasonal vegetables and stored bacon are all available in the kitchen. Just stir-fry two plates of bacon and beef, and then make a few plates of stir-fried vegetables.

Han Feiyu's movements were very nimble and he quickly prepared a few dishes.

In the past few years, she has lived alone. Most of the old servants in the family have left, except for a few old people who are unwilling to leave.

From this, she developed a set of very powerful cooking techniques.

Jiang Wulang only brought out one jar of wine, and he put the other jar back in, covered it with a wooden board, and sealed it.

When he thought about it, he felt a little strange. He was obviously here to taste the wine, but why did it seem like he was having a formal meal here?

But he was too lazy to think so much, as long as he had good wine, it didn't matter to him.

Moreover, he didn't believe that Han Feiyu would harm him. He was one of his own and a good buddy.

Can good friends harm others?

Impossible, impossible, enjoy the wine and food.

He raised his palm and patted the sealing mud on it, letting out a scent of wine.

“It smells so good, this wine is good!”

When Jiang Wulang smelled the aroma of the wine, he was very happy and moved his index finger.

Picked it up and took two sips.

It was soft in the mouth, but soon a stream of fire entered his throat. He thought happily and said to Han Feiyu who came in with the food: "The wine is good, it has a floral aroma."

"This is stuffed with many kinds of flower petals. We all call it Baihua stuffed stuff." Han Feiyu put down the food box and brought the dishes inside to the table one by one, with a hint of thoughtfulness between his eyebrows.

Nothing cunning.

Jiang Wulang didn't notice such a subtle expression. He raised the wine jar, poured a full bowl into the bowl on the table and said: "Then I'm not welcome, I want to have a good drink."

At this moment, he was just thinking about eating and drinking well. As for Fifth Master Bai, he might as well leave it aside for the time being. There was no need to think about anything while drinking.

Why can only Du Kang relieve worries?

In the army, he hadn't had a good drink for a long time, but after arriving in the capital, Yang Ruoqing only let him try the newly made high-strength distilled wine. The wine was indeed pure and refreshing.

But it’s not enough. It’s not enough.

He only drank a small bottle, but Yang Ruoqing refused to let him drink any more.

Finally, today I can drink freely without anyone taking care of me. It feels so good.

"Come, Brother Jiang, I'll give you a drink, little sister." Han Feiyu picked up the wine glass.

"Done!"
Chapter completed!