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After decades of not moving, all the medicinal ingredients inside sank to the bottom of the jar, and the upper layer was clear amber liquor, which looked very tempting.

"Pour it out and try it!" Old Man Qian said.

The old village chief took out three small bowls and prepared to pour wine.

Zhang Taiping stopped for a moment and said: "If this is real tiger bone wine, it will be very strong after thirty years. If you drink too much, something will happen. You should use a small cup of some kind."

The old village chief understood what it meant as soon as Zhang Taiping reminded him. The so-called full moon means loss, which is the same as eating ginseng. If a normal person rashly eats a piece of ginseng, it will definitely be enough to make up for it, and then he will be in high spirits and suffer from nosebleeds.

This wine contains more than just

Ginseng, as well as other great tonics, must have absorbed the essence of the medicinal materials into the wine over such a long period of time. The effect is definitely not comparable to that of one or two people. And three of them are only slightly smaller than the thumb.

A thicker wine cup.

After filling three small cups, Old Man Qian couldn't wait to pick up a cup and drink it. The old village chief did the same. Zhang Taiping didn't feel any danger from here, so he didn't stop their reckless behavior.

After the two put down their wine glasses, the old village chief asked Old Man Qian: "Aren't you afraid that there is poison in it, because you drink it so fast?"

"Afraid of a bird? What kind of poison can be in the wine? At most, it will only go bad and cause diarrhea for two days." Old Qian said nonchalantly, "Aren't you also afraid?"

The old village chief said: "As you said, I have lived for most of my life and have never crawled. How can I be frightened by a glass of wine when I am old?"

Zhang Taiping did not drink as much as the two of them did, but first put the wine cup in front of his mouth and sniffed it gently. The rich aroma of wine entered his nostrils. He squinted to feel this kind of wine that made the pores all over his body open.

The aroma is a kind of enjoyment.

"Good wine!" I praised it and poured it into my mouth. The wine slowly flowed down the throat with great texture, without any tingling feeling. This is one of the advantages of old wine. The wine is completely restrained and it is comfortable to drink.

, unlike those newly brewed wines that always taste pungent and irritating to the throat.

The wine flows into the stomach, then explodes, and a warm feeling spreads from the stomach to every part of the body. This feeling is like eating a popsicle in the summer, which makes people just want to say the word "refreshing"

.

Zhang Taiping took a long breath and praised again: "Good wine!"

"It is indeed a good wine!" Old Man Qian also sighed and said, "After one sip, I feel as if my bones are several years younger."

The old village chief also nodded: "It seems that the Taoist priest did not lie to me. This is indeed tiger bone wine, otherwise it would not have such effects."

Zhang Taiping and Old Man Qian both nodded and sighed at the old village chief's good luck.

Old Man Qian drank one cup and wanted to have another one, but Zhang Taiping was really worried that his body could not bear the tonic, so he stopped him and said, "One cup every few days is fine, but if you drink it continuously, it's a bit much.

"

He stopped drinking at that moment, but old man Qian was still thinking about the wine, so he begged the old village chief with salivation: "Give me some, what's the price?"

The old village chief shook his head, but he had no hidden thoughts. Just when Old Man Qian was getting a little anxious, he turned around and went into the room to find two bottles. He poured two bottles, handed one to Old Man Qian and said, "Let's

Although the two often quarrel, they have been old partners for decades after all. They are both older people. Who knows if they will be able to open their eyes the next day after closing their eyes that night. With so much money, they can afford it.

What’s the use?”

Old Man Qian put away the expression on his face and felt a little touched. He took the bottle from the old village chief, but he didn't say anything.

The old village chief filled another big bottle and said, "Take this back. I don't know if the old man can still drink this kind of wine."

"It's okay to drink less." Zhang Taiping was not too polite. If it were given to other nearly centenarians, this kind of wine would definitely not be drunk, but when it comes to the fact that the beard has changed from pale to half black and half white.

The old man had another story.

At this time, the old aunt came back from a visit, walked into the house, sniffed her nose and said, "What kind of wine is this? It smells so good?"

The old village chief said: "When I was young, I buried a jar of wine under the tree in the backyard. I dug it out just now and it's not bad yet. Why don't you try some of it too?"

"It smells delicious, taste a little." The old aunt said, "Just a little bit is enough, not too much."

The old village chief said with a smile: "If you want to drink more of this wine, I dare not give you too much." The old village chief reached the bottom of the glass and handed it to her, just letting her take a sip to taste the taste.

The yang energy of tiger bone wine is too strong, so it is only suitable for men to drink. If women drink it, it will not have much benefit.

"Well, it tastes good!" the old aunt said after tasting it.

"Just don't get drunk later," the old village chief said.

On the way back, Zhang Taiping felt a little worried. This kind of wine not only has the effect of tonic, but also has strong aphrodisiac ingredients in it. Although he only drank a small cup, it is undeniable that his body became very excited.

The fact is that Cai Yazhi is pregnant and cannot do anything excessive. It was really difficult tonight!

After arriving at home, Zhang Taiping took the wine into the back room.

The old man is composing medical skills behind the desk. He is not thinking about writing books, but he just doesn't want his skills to be ruined after his death.

Zhang Taiping put the bottle on the table and said, "Grandpa, look at what this is."

The old man took off the cork of the bottle, put it under his nose, sniffed and said, "Tiger bone wine?"

Zhang Taiping was slightly surprised: "Grandpa has drank it before?"

The old man put the cork on the bottle again, nodded and said: "More than ten years ago, I met a layman in the mountains. He had tiger bone wine. This is what I serve every time I go there. Unfortunately, four years ago he

It has already emerged.”

At the old man's age, he no longer has that special feeling when talking about life and death. Besides, what the old man talks about is "emerging" and not death from illness. The so-called "emerging" means natural death without disease or disaster. It is the final limit of a person under the operation of nature.

There is nothing sad if a person can wait until his end and die naturally.

The old man said: "I smell this wine and that layman's tiger bone wine. Where did you get it?"

"This is the treasure of the old village chief." Zhang Taiping said. "The old village chief said that he helped a Taoist priest in the mountains when he was young. The Taoist priest gave him a jar of tiger bone wine. It was only today that he remembered it from the underground.

Dig it out. Let me bring you some."

"I'm willing." The old man stroked his beard and smiled and said, "But this kind of wine is no longer suitable for me to drink. It's better for you to stay and drink. But don't drink too much at one time. Drink less and then do a few sets of punches."

, which is of great benefit to the body.”

In fact, the old man's current body can still withstand this kind of wine, but Zhang Taiping can think of the reason why the old man does not accept it, because this kind of wine also has some side effects, just like what he feels now, he needs to worry about it tonight.

How to vent this excess energy?

He nodded and put the bottle away.

The old man paused and said, "Before he died, the layman told me that there were three jars of tiger bone wine buried under the plum tree in front of the hut where he lived, and he asked me to dig it out. But after his death, I never went there again.

, if you are interested, go dig it out yourself."

Zhang Taiping had the same eyes and asked about the location in the mountain. He guessed that the layman mentioned by the old man and the Taoist priest mentioned by the old village chief were the same person, so the preserved tiger bone wine must be at least thirty years old. This is truly

It's a vintage wine. If it were put up for auction, a jar could be sold for hundreds of thousands or even millions. Naturally, he wouldn't sell it. But even if you have money, you may not be able to sell such a good thing.

What you can buy can only be kept for your own enjoyment or to share with friends when they come over.

The old man told him the approximate location, and then said: "When you are free, read the medical books. I don't ask for your superb medical skills, just wait until I go and don't let these things ruin it in the future." He pointed.

He pointed to the written medical books that had been stacked aside on the table.

Zhang Taiping nodded and agreed.

ps: Please give me flowers!