Chapter 10, the unparalleled fine liquor Erguotou

The man named Chang Geng suddenly felt embarrassed, hurriedly waving his hand, and stealing a glance at his master, he evasively said: "I never said I would teach you the way of the Dao!"

Good wine, good wine. What fragrant wine! A sudden voice startled Wen Fei, and he then realized that there was actually a person living in this pigsty-like shed.

"Indeed, Tokyo City." The man displayed a look of longing and said: "Tokyo Bianliang..."

Damn it, old man. Wen Fei cursed inwardly, even if I don't make a profit this time, I will ruin your business.

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

Su Xian? Alas, what a pity! Just as the current emperor ascended the throne, Su Xian had already passed away. Moreover, the emperor has now issued an edict prohibiting the circulation of Su Dongpo's writings. However, such matters cannot truly be suppressed; even the emperor, deep within the palace, is not secretly reading Su Xian's poetry and looking at his calligraphy?" The man spoke absentmindedly, toying with the wine bottle in his hand, trying to open it. However, such matters cannot truly be suppressed; even the emperor, deep within the palace, is not secretly reading Su Xian's poetry and looking at his calligraphy?" The man spoke absentmindedly, toying with the wine bottle in his hand, trying to open it

At this moment, Wen Fei finally saw clearly that although Chang Geng was disheveled and had a face full of stubble, he was indeed quite young, looking at most around ten to fifteen years old. Suddenly, his eyes shifted: "So your name is Chang Geng. Why don't you ask your master if he still wants to drink? Is he only planning to drink this once?"

Wen Fei was greatly astonished: "Did you not just say that you were going to teach me the way of magic?"

"How is it possible? Looking at the Daoist's appearance, can he really get the goods?" The man brightened up and said, "Actually, in this rural area, the government rarely comes."

The man replied, "I apologize, esteemed Daoist... a false Daoist. My master requests that you leave..."

Wen Fei felt quite frustrated; just a moment ago, this man seemed to be in a tone suggesting he would teach him the way of the Dao, but now he has changed his mind. Could it be because he hasn't paid the fee?

The man's eyes lit up: "What kind of wine is this? How is it so crystal clear? It's actually in a crystal bottle; could it be a famous wine only found in Tokyo? Is it Meishou wine or Yusui wine?"

His eyes darted around, and he noticed that there were many wooden barrels placed inside this shabby shed, some of which were only half-finished. It seemed that this master and apprentice relied on this for their livelihood

It is not expensive, just a few coins. Are you interested in getting one, Daoist?" Upon seeing the chaotic gaze of Wen Fei and the way he flipped through the book, Ge Erlang became alert and inflated the price a bit.

It should be noted that in ancient times, there were certainly no materials like plastic. The buckets and basins used by ordinary people were made of wood, which most young people today have probably never seen. The wood was cut into planks, then assembled into a circular shape, and finally bound together. It is truly a technical feat that such a water bucket made of so many wooden planks does not leak

"I wonder how much this wooden barrel is selling for?" Wen Fei's gaze shifted. Just by examining the craftsmanship of the barrel, he knew the price would certainly be high. When the time comes, I will bring some plastic ones from the modern world and completely take over the business of you two masters and apprentices

His master couldn't be bothered to speak, snatching the wine away: "Smelling the fragrance of the wine, I wonder how it tastes?" Saying this, he took a small sip, and immediately grimaced, his features contorting into a tight knot. After a long while, he finally relaxed: "Indeed, it is good wine... not inferior to the famous wines in Tokyo. Chang Geng, give him five hundred wen and send him on his way!"

Once again, having smoothly returned to his modern home, Wen Fei appeared to be deep in thought. It seems that to travel to ancient times, one must sit in meditation first. However, returning from the ancient times only requires a mere thought to accomplish. This is much better; at least when faced with danger in ancient times, such as being threatened by a robber with a knife to the throat, there is no need to foolishly run off to meditate. This indeed provides a layer of security.

Wen Fei hesitated and slowly walked out the door, which closed behind him with a loud "bang." He could still hear his master's voice from inside: "That false Taoist has an untrustworthy gaze; one look and you can tell his intentions are not pure..."

I have no idea what this thing's origins are. It is surprisingly humanized. Wen Fei, feeling somewhat out of sorts, fell off the bed. Looking at the gains from his recent time travel, a half-dangling copper coin, he suddenly recalled that at this time, copper coins were quite valuable

The man just now mentioned our Great Song and also spoke of the Western Xia, indicating that it should currently be during the Northern Song period

Tokyo? Wen Fei was startled by Ni Ma, thinking, "Could it be that we have traveled back to ancient Japan?" ... It doesn't seem like it; I heard that ancient Japan was rather bleak.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Wen Fei was already blinded by greed, completely oblivious to such a significant flaw. He was only thinking: I can sell a plastic basin for 100, which is enough for me to profit. By then, it will be much cheaper than your price. Let this old man starve to death; it's so cold outside, and yet he still drives me out!

Wen Fei's gaze shifted: "A guan of money, how many copper coins is that? It should be about one thousand, right? Haha, this time I'm finally going to get rich." He didn't even consider how much an iron pot sells for; would anyone actually buy a guan of money?

Ge Erlang's master took a sip of the fine wine, propped his legs up and shook them joyfully, feeling as carefree as an immortal. Yet he remarked, "Such good wine is enough to drink just once. If I were to drink it every day, where would I find so much money?"

"Nonsense, how could I not wake up with such fragrant wine?" said the one referred to as Master: "Although this Taoist is a fake, the good wine is indeed real."

After a long time, when the bottle was finally opened, a fragrant aroma of wine wafted out, intoxicating to those who smelled it. Of course, Wen Fei himself felt nothing.

Chang Geng scratched his head and smiled, saying: "My name is Ge Chang Geng, I am the second in line, commonly referred to as Ge Erlang. Master, what do you say? Do you still want to drink this wine in the future?"

This dynasty prohibits private brewing of alcohol by the populace; however, certain temples and palaces are exceptions, allowing them to brew a limited amount of alcohol for personal use

Ge Erlang thought for a moment and casually handed Wen Fei a half-dangling copper coin, saying: "Take it, fake Taoist. This is worth much more than your pile of junk!"

Wen Fei muttered to himself, rummaging through his pocket for a long time, and finally pulled out a small bottle of Erguotou: "This..."

Wen Fei muttered to himself, realizing that this pair of master and disciple seemed to be extraordinary individuals. Indeed, if they were ordinary villagers, how could they possibly know so much about Su Dongpo? At this time, information was scarce; some people might go their entire lives without ever knowing that a new emperor had ascended the throne. This was not an era characterized by the information explosion of later generations

That person casually tossed their long, gray hair and walked over after kicking off their shoes. The man then laughed and said, "Master, you have finally awakened!"

Even if Wen Fei is still a novice, he should have guessed the era by now. It turns out that it is actually the Northern Song Dynasty. I wonder if Su Dongpo is still alive? If I could bring back a calligraphy piece from the great bearded Su, I would strike it rich! It would be just right to ask about the era: "I heard that the great bearded Su enjoys drinking and has good wine. I wonder how the great bearded Su is doing now?"