Chapter 148: Wine tasting

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Boss Tang was already scared by Wang Ping'an, but for some reason, he had to contract the land here. At this time, he was afraid of being beaten, so he shouted loudly, hoping to attract others' attention.
"What are you calling? I don't want to do anything, and you don't have anything I want to do here." Wang Ping looked at Boss Tang like a neuropath, and walked past them with a big yellow dog.
"Ah? Didn't you really do anything?" Boss Tang took a long breath and felt a sense of emptiness after a tense stimulation.
Looking at Wang Ping's back, he seemed to feel that everything was boring.
"Ah, isn't it just contracting dozens of acres of orchard? What am I nervous about? The land is not Wang Ping's house, the price is also high enough, and the landowner agreed."
Boss Tang did not understand why he was nervous and looked at the people around him, and the people around him also looked confused.
"You may not believe it. This person is a mental illness and a violent madman. I have seen it with my own eyes. He threw a few adults into the pond to swim."
"and then?"
"Then ... then ... get them up again." Boss Tang hesitated and told the truth, as if there was nothing terrifying.
"..." Everyone thinks that boss Tang has a problem in his head. Where is Wang Ping's violence?
Such a handsome and handsome young man with a good face, who threw people down the pond, and did not beat him, his temper and self-cultivation must be very good.
Although we are the employees you hired, you can't lie to everyone like that?
Our employees are also brain-minded, conscious, and awakened. Even if we want to brainwash us, do we need refreshments?
If we work here in the future and occasionally see Wang Ping, do we have to yell like you, and say he is very violent?
No, we are not!
Boss Tang feels everyone's mistrust, but he doesn't know how to explain it. I hope these stupid employees will see Wang Ping's true face in the future.
That's a ruthless person who has even lost money under his hands. You don't believe what I said today, and I will regret it later.
As a peaceful and friendly five good young people, Wang Ping'an didn't understand the dangers of people's hearts, and he couldn't think of boss Tang hurting himself so maliciously in his heart.
He is in a good mood now. When he meets familiar villagers, he will stop and say a few words.
At this time, the villagers did not dare to call him "two stupid" in front of him, they called him two treasures one by one, and they were intimate like a family.
This is the dignity and reputation of Wang Ping's fist.
People like Wang Jingshi, Hu Zi, and Leopard have not dared to find his troubles or retaliated against him. The villagers understand how high Wang Ping is now.
As long as his mind doesn't break, he won't provoke him.
In the open space in the village, everyone built a shed for the bald and bald. No one was crying and no one was keeping spirits for him. On the little tree next to him, a dozen sheep were tied.
The old principal Wang Banli sat in the chair next to him and chatted with several villagers sitting on the ground.
Wang Banli is in his 60s, with gray hair, a cultured temperament, and a dark blue tunic suit. It seems that he has been wearing this way for so many years and has never changed.
When Wang Ping'an walked by, a big fat man was bragging about Wang Banli, and Tumo Xingzi was flying around, and he was on his head.
"... Don't look at my young age, but my winemaking skills are not weaker than anyone in this city. At the last year's winemaking enthusiasts' exchange meeting, the white wine I brewed was praised by several experts."
Someone besides couldn't help but interrupt the fat man's bragging and said with a smile: "Xiaoqiang, it doesn't matter what you say in front of us. If Jiuye hears it, he will definitely pull you with a cane."
The fat man was dissatisfied and said angrily: "Why is Jiuye pumping me? Speaking of wine-making skills, I am not weaker than him? I don't believe you let him come, we compare the wine-making techniques in person?"
Wang Banli waved his hand, and Ruya smiled and said: "Okay, well, don't brag about it here. The bald man's funeral doesn't have a banquet. It's long since the burial, and everyone is quiet. Xiaoqiang, you are still young, young people should be humble Your wine-making skills are far worse than your Jiuye. "
"I'm not convinced! You are old-fashioned, thinking that the wine brewed by the old man is better than that made by our young people. You wait, I'll go get a pot of good wine brewed by yourself, let you taste it and open your eyes."
Xiaoqiang said, turning his head and running, a body of fat was running, trembling violently.
"The old principal is back? Xiaoqiang, what's the matter? Since childhood, I haven't seen him run so fast?" Wang Ping'an leaned over and greeted Wang Banli.
The old headmaster is the respect of the villagers to Wang Banli. Both adults and children call it this way, just like most people call Su Wenting Su teacher.
Wang Banli said in surprise: "Yo, is this two treasures? When did you talk so neatly and so clearly? Are you sick?"
In order to be able to see clearly, he also took out his reading glasses from the pocket of his jacket, and after wearing it, he looked at Wang Ping carefully.
"My illness ... not good, I fell ill when I was irritated, but recently I'm in a good mood, and my brain feels a lot more conscious. Under normal circumstances, it won't mess up."
"Oh, you child, let your mother break her heart and keep her head awake. If you can stay awake forever, you will be ill."
The villagers next to them heard Wang Ping's words, and their mood was a bit complicated.
Over the past few days, you have beaten several waves of people in a row. Is this why you are in a good mood? This is no chaos?
What happens if you mess up? Will it be a life-threatening one?
Wang Pinggang just had a few words with the old principal, and he saw the big fat man Xiaoqiang holding a jug of clay wine, and a stack of transparent plastic cups, panting, like a black bear, running and jumping, running back in a weird posture .
"You ... huh ... try me ... huh ... brewed ... sorghum wine ..."
Xiaoqiang finished speaking, almost tired and fainted, he simply stopped talking and gasped heavily, restoring physical strength.
Wang Ping's took the jug and disposable glass in his hand, first poured a third of the old principal, and then a third of himself, and let the others pour the remaining wine.
The wine poured into the glass, with a hint of yellow, sniffing his nose at the mouth of the glass, it was pure and aged wine, but the fragrance was single.
With a soft sip, there was a bit of a sense of coldness first, like a small fire, spreading in the mouth, a peculiar scent of sorghum wine, and then spread out, drink into the abdomen, all the internal organs are smooth.
"This wine ... is really good. It has a full degree and a positive taste. It is a real sorghum wine. Compared with Jiuye's Wuliang Daqu, it has a different flavor." Wang Pingping smacked his mouth and nodded his appreciation.
"Huh? Erbao, do you even taste wine?" Xiaoqiang, like the first time he met Wang Ping'an, couldn't help panting, and stared at him with wide eyes.