Taoyuan Little Miracle Doctor

Chapter 1225 My grandfather also knows Luo Feng?

When the old god mentioned Huangbei City and Luo Feng to Wang Chen, he only said that he could help Wang Chen find the antidote to that strange poison, and said nothing else.

Therefore, Wang Chen always thought that the old god helped him calculate it using fortune-telling and deduction techniques.

But now, Mr. Yang's words not only overturned Wang Chen's idea, but also aroused his curiosity.

So he couldn't wait to look at Mr. Yang, hoping to get answers from Mr. Yang.

However, when he cast a questioning look, Mr. Yang suddenly changed the topic.

He smiled and pointed to the old cabinet aside: "I remember there is a bottle of wine in that cabinet. Go and look for it for me."

Wang Chen frowned: "Can't you help me answer my doubts first?"

Mr. Yang smiled and said: "I can tell you a lot of things, but there are still many things that I can't say now. You go and get me a bar first, and let Yu'er cook two side dishes later, and we will drink and chat."

Wang Chen sighed in disappointment. In fact, he had guessed a long time ago that Mr. Yang and the old god had some secrets.

Those secrets are related to him and his grandfather.

However, these two people seemed to have special reasons and could not tell him directly.

Just like the topic mentioned at this moment, it seems to be related to both him and grandpa.

Wang Chen wanted to find out, but he also knew that even if he pried open the old man's mouth, he wouldn't be able to find out what Mr. Yang didn't want to say.

In his reverie, Wang Chen had already walked to the old cabinet.

After opening the cabinet door above, he only saw a very old kerosene lamp and a very broken straw hat. He did not see the wine that Mr. Yang mentioned.

He frowned and asked, "Teacher Yang, there's no wine here either?"

Mr. Yang smiled strangely: "Move that kerosene lamp away, and then gently pull the wooden board behind it."

Wang Chen moved the kerosene lamp away with some curiosity. As he exerted a little force, a palm-sized wooden board suddenly slid down, and a vintage wine bottle appeared in front of him.

He took it out and took a look, and the word Maotai suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Maotai liquor may not be uncommon in some high-end clubs, but it is rare in remote places like Taoyuan Village.

Of course, this refers to the real Moutai, not the fake wine that some young people buy from the Internet to pretend to be for comparison.

Wang Chen brought the wine to the table and said with some surprise: "I didn't expect you to hide such a good wine."

Mr. Yang smiled and said: "It is no exaggeration to say that this bottle of wine is the most valuable item in my family. Six months ago, an old friend from out of town wanted to buy it for 2 yuan, but I didn't even sell it to him."

Hearing this, Wang Chen was stunned for a moment.

As far as he knows, the average Moutai wine only costs 2000 yuan, and if it is 20 or 5000 years old, it only costs [-] to [-] yuan at most.

So, at first glance, I didn't believe Mr. Yang's words.

But when he stared slightly and saw the date on the wine bottle, he suddenly felt relieved.

The production date of this bottle of Moutai is June 81, 6.

More than 40 years have passed since then.This kind of wine is already considered a treasure if you drink it one bottle at a time.

For people who don't know much about wine, they may sell it for [-] to [-] yuan or [-] to [-] yuan after some inquiries.

And if you meet someone who understands wine, they will definitely regard it as a treasure. They will either be reluctant to drink it and continue to treasure it, or they will only taste a little bit when drinking.

Thinking of this, Wang Chen gave Mr. Yang a thumbs up: "I'm afraid you are the only one in the village who can own such a treasure."

The output of Moutai in the 80s was not very large.

In those days, there were definitely not many people who could afford Moutai.

Wang Chen didn't know about other places, but looking at the entire Taoyuan Village, I'm afraid only Mr. Yang's family has that level of strength.

Because at that time, the Yang family could be regarded as one of the largest households in Taoyuan Village and even the surrounding villages. Even being called the richest man was not an exaggeration.

Mr. Yang smiled: "Even in the most glorious period of our Yang family, we only collected two bottles. One of them was drunk when Yu'er got married. The remaining bottle is really worth mentioning. It’s a treasure.”

Wang Chen thought for a moment and said, "Teacher Yang, I think you should not drink this wine. Wine of such a long vintage is already a treasure. It is more meaningful to keep it than to drink it."

Mr. Yang said: "Good wine goes with heroes. You are my most proud disciple in my life. If we put it in ancient times, you would be considered a hero. So drinking this wine with you will be more beneficial than leaving it alone." What's the meaning?

Besides, I'm already this old, and even if I'm fine now, I'm still living less and less with each passing day, and I may not be able to close my eyes and go to hell one day.

Now it's the Spring Festival. While you're still here and I'm still alive, wouldn't it be nice for us to drink this wine? ! "

Wang Chen frowned slightly: "Just drink it like this, it feels like a waste."

"What's the waste? Wine is just for people to drink."

While they were talking, Su Yu'er happened to walk in from outside carrying large and small bags. Mr. Yang took advantage of the situation and said, "Yu'er, you go to the back kitchen to cook two side dishes, and Chenzi and I will have a few drinks."

Hearing this, Su Yu'er looked at Wang Chen. After the two of them looked at each other and smiled, they said, "Okay, I'm going to cook. Duoduo is buying fish over there. I'll make some for you when she comes back later." Eat the fish.”

After saying that, she simply tidied up and went into the kitchen.

Seeing that he could no longer persuade the old god, Wang Chen did not mention the wine again, but returned to the topic and asked: "Teacher Yang, before the food is served, please tell me about Grandpa Li and It’s about Huangbei City and the man named Luo Feng.”

Mr. Yang pointed to the Maotai on the table and said: "This bottle of wine and the bottle of wine that Yu'er drank when she got married were the ones I got from Luo Feng.

At that time, the old god and your grandfather were also drinking with Luo Feng and me. "

Hearing this, Wang Chen suddenly showed a solemn expression: "My grandfather also knows Luo Feng?"

Mr. Yang smiled and said: "Not only do we know each other, but we also have a very good relationship. Speaking of which, it was because of your grandfather's introduction that the old god and I met the mysterious figure Luo Feng."

Wang Chen thought for a while and asked: "Luo Feng is from your era, so he should be about the same age as you now, right?"

"He is more than ten or twenty years younger than us." Mr. Yang paused and smiled: "That guy is young, but he knows a lot. When he is doing things seriously, he looks very experienced, but when he is playing around, he is younger than Children can fool around."

Wang Chen scratched his head: "From the word Luofeng, he should be a girl, but from what you said, he looks like a man?"

(End of this chapter)