Chapter 150: Genting Temple-Monkey Head

Pan Zi looked at me wrong, let me take a break. I was a bit overwhelmed, so I sat on the tank and gasped, and the others reorganized the equipment.
Shun Tzu had never been in such a place. After picking up a cold firework, he looked around curiously and said, "I really don't know if I don't come. This place is still buried in Changbai Mountain. This time it's long eyes."
"Going on there is something you haven't seen yet." Pan Zi said aside, "I estimate that those things that Da Jinguo plundered from the Northern and Southern Song, and the treasures from the Southern Song, or they fell on Genghis Khan. Otherwise, it must be in this place. "
"Don't think about it too beautifully," Fatty said. "Most of the tribute in the Southern Song Dynasty was satin silk. This kind of thing was not easy to release, and it was not easy to shoot. I think even if it is, it is almost rotten. We don't always think about the palace. It ’s better to think more about what ’s in your mind.
Then I went to study those wine tanks and wanted to move a jar to see what was written on the bottom of the jar.
I said to him: "This kind of jar is too rough. Don't toss it. Give it to others to sell lamb pickles. No one else wants."
The fat man said: "Who said I am thinking about this tank, don't think you are fat grandpa, I have no choice."
He knocked on a jar of wine's seal mud with a dagger, and suddenly a strange smell came out, saying that it was not fragrant, that it was stinky and not stinky, and it was quite enjoyable to smell more, and I did not know what kind of wine.
I have seen the wine in the ancient tomb, but I have seen it for the first time in a large number of books, but it was the first time I saw it with my own eyes.
The wine is black, very pure, and the water inside is basically gone, only half of the tank is left. Anyone who knows wine knows that this is the characteristic of aged wine. This half tank is the essence of wine, which is really tempting. But, no matter how, this thing has been left too long, I do n’t know what the shelf life was.
I remember the oldest wine in China was the wine unearthed in an ancient tomb in the late Shang Dynasty in Henan in 1980. It is now in the Palace Museum and has a history of more than 3,000 years. I heard that the wine smelled immediately after opening the can Several people didn't know if they had drunk at that time, otherwise there was a reference.
The fat man dipped a bit with a knife and wanted to take a bite. I held him: "You are dead, expired food, be careful of food poisoning."
The fat man said: "You don't understand, the wine in the cellar will not be damaged for thousands of years. The lees below the millennium old wine will be eaten and heard that it can still live forever. Our ancestors fought, and some went for that wine. , It ’s okay to try the taste, it ’s a diarrhea at most.

Not finished yet, Pan Zi came over and kicked the wine jar with "Dang". The black liquor and the lees under the jar were all scattered, and a strong kiwi came suddenly. The fat man just wanted to be furious. Pan Zi said to him, "Don't get angry first. Look at what is in the lees?"
Me and the fat man turned around and saw that there were many dark red flocs in the black lees like mud, like fragments of inferior quilts, which we often see in water-soaked coffins.
The fat man fiddled with a dagger, and his face changed. I looked around, and suddenly my scalp felt numb. I felt a sudden nausea and almost vomited.
Those red flocs are the corpse of a baby that has not been completely soaked. The meat has been completely dissolved in the wine, but the skin and bones are there, so a lint-like lint is formed.
Pan Zi looked at us dumbfounded and squatted, "This kind of wine is called" Hou Tau Shao ". This is not a person. This is a monkey that is not full-term. It is the wine from Guangxi. It may be that the female real gold is still at its peak. At the time, the wine cellars of the tribute in the Southern Song Dynasty. "He said he patted the fat man, picked up the group of" cotton "with a dagger, and made a gesture of" please use it. " Yes, you are welcome. "
The fat man was disgusted with a knife and scolded his mother. She asked Pan Zidao: "How do you know how well you know? Did you drink this wine?"
"I saw this kind of crock in the Nangong Palace in Shanxi. At that time, Dakui and another man took a jar out of it. I always thought it was inappropriate, so I did n’t touch it, but they did n’t care. The following things were later laid down by Dakui in the hospital for two months.
Speaking of Dakui, Pan Zi felt a little emotional:
I ’m pretty good to you. If I hurt you, I will wait for you to take a lick and kick. Turn over the jar, there is something nice about you. "
The fat man's face twitched straight, and there was no excuse for the seizure, and he looked very funny.
At this time, the cold fireworks were extinguished one after another, and the darkness struck us. We turned on the flashlight again, and the atmosphere around us suddenly suppressed.
After a short break and reopening, the fat man wanted to go back to his baby rifle and pull the gun up again. This is actually the bold habit of a person with a gun. He looked at the two tombs on both sides and asked quietly: "Go there?"
We were all settled. At this time, Junko pointed to the left. "This side is more secure."
Generally speaking, Pan Zi and I answered, and now there is a line of Shunzi fish flesh, the fat man feels inexplicable: "Why?"
Shunzi flashed the ground on the left side of Yongdaokou with a flashlight. We saw that a secret place on the side of Yongdao was also engraved with a foreign symbol.
"I just saw it by accident, I think this is someone guiding you." He told us.