Siheyuan: I have broken space

The old man Guan, the admiral of the Nine Gates, lives not far from Wang Tingxuan. The old man lives in a small courtyard, which is much better than a large courtyard.

When you enter the courtyard gate of Mr. Guan's house, you can see the green plants in the courtyard. The room directly opposite the door is Mr. Guan's kitchen.

When Wang Tingxuan came in, the old man was sitting comfortably on the Taishi chair in the courtyard with his eyes closed and meditative. He was holding a teapot in one hand and fanning himself in the other. He felt very comfortable.

Through memory, Wang Tingxuan knew that Mr. Guan was good at wine, so he took a jar of good wine. This bottle of wine was a tribute wine. Then he added medicinal materials according to the advice of the imperial doctor, which had a miraculous effect on health.

"Grandson, you didn't bring any wine, why did you come to my place?"

When Mr. Guan saw Wang Tingxuan, he had no other expression, and his old voice was full of disgust.

"Old man, you are too realistic. You won't let me in without the wine." Wang Tingxuan teased and stepped forward to help the old man up.

"It's definitely not good for your grandson to come to my place. I'm giving you an advantage by asking you to bring wine." Mr. Guan closed his mouth of tea and said slowly.

"Old man, you judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. I have a good idea. If you can't guess the history, how about you not allowed to drink?"

Mr. Guan looked at Wang Tingxuan with a disdainful smile on his expressionless face.

"Bad boy, I will let you know today what it means to play with a sword in front of Guan Gong's gate. Take out the good things and give your nine-door admiral grandpa a long eye!"

Every time when Mr. Guan talked about the Nine Admirals, his voice would inadvertently get louder.

Wang Tingxuan smiled and took out the jar of wine from his bag and slowly placed it on the table.

When Mr. Guan saw Wang Tingxuan's wine jar, he immediately stood up straight with his legs spread apart. He did not look senile at all, and his cloudy eyes also lit up.

Wang Tingxuan did not disturb him and stood quietly aside.

"The workmanship of the wine jar is similar to that of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but it is not entirely the same as that of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Judging from the appearance, the wine jar is estimated to be about four hundred years old. This wine jar is not used by ordinary people, at least it was used by the emperor.

Relatives."

Wang Tingxuan is not surprised. The events in the World of Red Mansions probably happened at that time. The World of Red Mansions has similarities and differences with the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Having said this, Mr. Guan was about to reach for the wine jar, but Wang Tingxuan stopped him.

"Old man, you didn't tell me everything. You can't touch this."

"Grandson, you put a lid on this wine jar and didn't let me see inside. How can I tell its origin?" Mr. Guan was disturbed and looked at Wang Tingxuan very dissatisfied. At that moment, Wang Tingxuan felt

An invisible flying arrow shot out of Mr. Guan's eyes and stabbed Wang Tingxuan.

"Old man, haven't you heard of the story of buying a casket and giving it back a pearl? You are not right at all about the object I took out."

"Hmph, tell me, old man, what's wrong with what I just said? Are you still buying a casket for beads? Where are your beads?"

"Of course the beads are in there?"

"Inside? Then you have to let me take a look before I can tell where it came from? If you put it inside and don't say anything, how can I guess? Are you trying to trick your grandpa?"

Old man, you are acting a bit rogue.

Of course, Wang Tingxuan did not dare to say this.

"How dare I play tricks on you? What you said is really not right at all. If you admit defeat, how about I let you see what's inside?"

"That's not a small tone. The old man will let you take advantage of him once. As long as you win, when I die, I will leave all my things to you." At this time, the old man exuded an aura of calmness and self-power.

"Didn't you tell me to give those things to me a long time ago? If you make a bet with me using my things, you will never lose."

"You brat, stop being so secretive. Speak out now."

"Old man, I'm not lying. What's this called?"

"The wine jar. It's filled with wine." Mr. Guan immediately responded.

Using wine jars that are four to five hundred years old to hold wine is a waste of money.

No, Mr. Guan looked at Wang Tingxuan doubtfully. He had just said that those who buy coffins for pearls would prove that the wine inside is more precious than the wine jar.

Is there any wine more expensive than this jar?

Mr. Guan definitely doesn't believe it.

Wang Tingxuan saw the doubt in the old man's eyes and reached out to open the lid of the wine jar.

Instantly the aroma of wine spread throughout the room.

Even if Wang Tingxuan had any guesses, he was shocked by the aroma of the wine, and he felt like his mouth was watering.

The same was true for Mr. Guan, but the old man's reaction was faster than Wang Tingxuan's and he immediately started driving people away.

"Old man, you are too shameless. This is the wine I brought. How can you burn bridges across the river? I am here to drink with you, not to bring you wine."

"Grandson, I don't need you to drink with me. You should leave immediately, otherwise I will be angry."

While the old man was not paying attention, Wang Tingxuan directly picked up the wine jar.

Now Mr. Guan has no choice but to compromise.

The wine jar was not big and could only hold two kilograms of wine, so Mr. Guan poured two ounces of wine for Wang Tingxuan, another two ounces for himself, and put the rest away.

Wang Tingxuan smiled and said nothing.

Mr. Guan took a sip and said, "It's somewhat similar to Moutai, but it's not made with the same craftsmanship as Moutai. No, this is wine brewed using ancient methods, right? Where did you get this jar of wine?"

"I said you buy a casket and return a pearl, that's right." Wang Tingxuan said with a smile.

The place where wine is made is similar to the environment in Maotai Town, and the water quality is also very good. This is the place Wang Tingxuan himself sent people to find. The wine making process was passed down by the locals, and Wang Tingxuan improved it according to modern methods.

There was a brewing master who was quite stubborn and unwilling to adopt Wang Tingxuan's method. Instead, he studied on his own and brewed a batch of wine using ancient methods, which was even better than what Wang Tingxuan provided.

Finally, this wine spread to the capital and became a tribute wine. The craftsman was also canonized as a first-class craftsman. This position is specially prepared for those craftsmen who have made contributions. First-class craftsmen enjoy the treatment of a marquis, but there is no fief, but

Have the right to share dividends from inventions.

Mr. Guan also had to nod his head and admit defeat. He couldn't taste the origin of the wine, nor could he understand the origin of the wine jar.

Wang Tingxuan told him that it was dug out of a family's ancestral house in the countryside.

Fortunately, Mr. Guan didn't ask further.

The purpose of taking out this jar of wine is to make Mr. Guan look at the age of the jar, and to replenish his health.

Wang Tingxuan has decided that he will not take out this kind of wine again unless necessary. It is really too scary.

After finishing the wine in the glass, the old man was afraid that Wang Tingxuan would pay attention to the remaining wine, so he started to chase people away again.