Chapter 1226: : Then do we still buy

It's very solemn among the dwarves to talk about the wine you treasured.
And with Fan Zan's identity, there is no possibility of failing accounts.
As a result, a large number of dwarven tribesmen filed in and walked into Qi Le's shop.
After entering the store, I saw Qi Le standing behind the counter at first sight.
"Can such a young winemaker really make any good wine?"
"That's right, Fan Zhan, you don't have a bad tongue, so you can't tell whether the wine is good or bad."
"It seems that this time, Fanzan's wine must be taken out."
No matter what kind of craft it is a master, it takes time to polish and verify.
Although it does not rule out the possibility of talent.
But this situation is too rare.
What's more, no matter how talented you are, it is inseparable from acquired training and time.
Therefore, Qi Le's young and beautiful face is really not enough to convince these dwarves.
"Huh? What do you... need?"
Qi Le's eyes moved back and forth on Fan Zan and the group of dwarves, and finally stayed on the group of dwarves.
"Wine, we are here to drink."
"Yes, we heard Fan Zan say that you have good wine here, don't know where it is?"
A few quick-talking dwarven tribesmen spoke out immediately.
"For wine, it's on the shelf over there."
"You can get it if you need it, but one person can only get one bottle."
Qi Le pointed to the shelf area.
"Don't worry, we just taste the taste, so that Fan Zan can be convinced to take out his treasured wine."
"Yes, one bottle is enough."
After hearing Qi Le's last words, everyone smiled disapprovingly.
Then followed the direction of Qi Le's fingers, rushing towards the shelf area.
However, the porcelain bottle containing the sauce-flavored liquor is so small that the dwarven tribes have been searching for a long time before they have determined that this small porcelain bottle is really a wine bottle.
"No way, with such a small amount of wine, you want to sell ten spirit crystals?"
"It's not a black shop where Fan Zan brought us."
"Such a small bottle, the wine in it is not enough for me to drink, and I dare to sell it so expensive!"
After seeing these porcelain bottles, which were less than half their palms, the dwarves' eyes widened, with expressions of disbelief.
In their hearts, wine is always filled in wine jars and drunk in large bowls.
No matter how bad it is, it is also a big wine bottle, enough to make people drink a lot.
But I have never seen such a stingy porcelain bottle.
"Then do we still buy it?"
The dwarves looked at each other.
After a while, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet.
"buy!"
"Just treat these ten spirit crystals to drink the wine from Van Zan's collection."
Dozens of bottles of Maotai-flavor liquor were placed on the counter.
After paying the Lingjing, every dwarven tribe in the store held a small porcelain bottle in his hand.
The ivory white porcelain vase looks very elegant, but it is completely inconsistent with the rough temperament of the dwarven tribe.
However, no one cares about such things.
The people of the dwarves don't know how to appreciate either.
So after getting the bottle, the first thing is to check the cap.
Suddenly, the strong aromas of these dozens of sauce-flavored liquors were all diffused, and then mixed together.
It forms an extremely mellow and long, almost condensed aroma of wine.
Circling around the store.
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