"It's really wine?"

"I'll go, this thing is really wine."

When everyone heard Chen Yulou say that the porcelain jar was filled with wine, they surrounded him curiously.

Even in order to verify whether the black liquid in the porcelain jar was wine, Zhang Qishan reached out to dip a little and took a sip.

It's indeed wine!

It's very pure, the moisture inside is gone, only half of the jar of wine is left.

There are hundreds of years of aged wines, and there are as many as thousands of tanks in this wine cellar tomb.

"God Buddha, how does it taste?"

“Pure, very pure!”

"Nano, I'll do it too."

Chen Yulou took out the kettle and prepared to taste the taste of the hundreds of years old wine.

Ming Li pulled Chen Yulou out, "Second brother, are you sure you want to drink this wine?"

"Aging wine is still the wine that King Wannu drank, so the ingredients used for brewing wine are definitely not ordinary."

"You also know that the ingredients used for brewing wine are not ordinary."

"Mr. Ming, is there any problem with this wine?" Zhang Qishan's face changed. He took a sip just now.

"Is there any problem? I'll know if I smash the wine jar?" Ming Li kicked the wine jar.

The wine tank was broken, and thick black wine flowed all over the floor. The special wine fragrance was filled with the wine cellar, and it also exposed the black lees like mud, as well as some dark red flocs.

"Look carefully and see what the wine King Wannu drank, what was soaked in it."

"Baby corpse!"

Partridge Whistle pulled out the ancient sword and fiddled with the dark red flocs in the wine lees. Their face changed instantly. These red flocs were actually a baby's corpse that had not yet been completely soaked.

"Nano, the grandson of King Wannu actually made wine with babies. This is so cruel."

Chen Yulou felt his throat itchy. Fortunately, he was stopped by Mingli when he wanted to drink this wine. If he really wanted to drink it, it might be so uncomfortable. He would probably leave a psychological shadow in his life.

"Very..., cough..., vomit..."

"vomit……."

When Zhang Qishan learned that these red flocs were the corpses of babies that had not yet been completely soaked, his face turned ugly than that of a dog. He was almost vomiting when he lay on the ground.

Baby making wine, the fucking King Wannu, this guy is so cruel.

The key is that he...he took a sip.

The tombs of hundreds of years have been hidden, how about it?

"Okay, Buddha, stop vomiting, this is not the corpse of a human baby."

"My Master Ming, what you said is true!"

"This wine is called Monkey Head Sauce. It is not a human baby, but a monkey that is underterm."

The corpse was soaked in the wine for hundreds of years, and the wine jar was sealed, but it was almost rotten, and the essence had been melted into the wine.

Because the shape of the little monkey is similar to that of a baby, Partridge Whistle misread and thought that the baby was soaked in the wine, but it was not.

As for why Mingli knew about this kind of wine, he had to start with Uncle Panya, who is good at wine in Longyin Miao Village.

Monkey head soju wine is the wine from Bagui.

Uncle Panya has an old cousin from Bagui, who has drunk this kind of wine.

It is said that after drinking this kind of wine, it can strengthen aphrodisiac.

Why do so many monkey head burns appear in the tomb of King Wannu? Maybe it is because King Wannu is really good wine. Cai San made people brew so many monkey head burns and built such a large wine cellar in the tomb.

"Vomit..." Zhang Qishan lay on the ground and continued to vomit violently until all the things in his stomach were vomiting, and he had no choice but to vomit.

After learning that the wine was not a human baby, but a monkey who was underterminating, it was really much better.

Although it is also cruel to use monkeys who are under term to soak wine, they are animals, not humans after all.

"Fourth brother, what kind of monkey-headed sour wine can strengthen aphrodisiac?"

"Second brother, do you need this thing?"

"Breaking the truth, how could I need this thing? I'm in great health, but if I could get these monkey-headed soju to sell to others, I should be able to sell them a lot of money."

Thousands of jarheads that have been in the hundreds of years of ages are all big jars of one thousand pounds. Even if they shrink by half, one jar can be 500 pounds, and one thousand jars is 500 pounds of wine.

Let’s not talk about the taste of this monkey head roast for hundreds of years. Just because it can strengthen the aphrodisiac, it’s not an exaggeration to sell a hundred yuan per pound, and 500,000 pounds is 50 million.

Of course, that's all, Chen Yulou really didn't have much interest in making these monkey heads out to sell them.

He really doesn't lack these 50 million now.

Not counting the seven comprehensive commercial groups under Tomb Site, the annual dividends of Chen's Group alone are not a single sum.

"What my second brother said makes sense."

"No, Isn't it, Isn't you really going to take these monkey heads out?"

"why not?"

Mingli has no taboos about this monkey-headed soybean wine. Take the wine out and filter it again. Even if you don’t drink it yourself, it’s OK to collect it.

With a wave of his hand, all the monkey-headed soju wine in the wine cellar was put into the system space.

Apart from the broken cylinder, it is exactly one thousand cylinders, the system space size is 200 meters by 200 meters by 200 meters, and the size of the thousand-pound wine jar is about 1 meter, 2 by 90. It stacks layer by layer and can't occupy much space.

Zhang Qishan, Zhang Rishan, and Zhang Rishan are no longer surprised by Mingli's magical ability.

However, they really don't believe that Ming Li explained to them that this was the secret technique of Caimen.

In short, the more you know about Mingli, the more awe you will feel.

This is not a human at all, but a Daluo god who came down from heaven.

"Mr. Ming, there are two paths in this wine cellar. Let's go to the road on the left or the road on the right?"

There is a bottomless dark corridor on the walls on the left and right sides of the wine cellar. I don’t know where these two corridors lead to.

Now choose one of two, whether to go to the corridor on the left or the corridor on the right.

Everyone looked at Mingli and waited for Mingli to make an idea.

"Since we don't know where these two corridors lead, let's choose one casually." Ming Li said, carrying the Minghong Sword to the left.

There is no need to choose this corridor. It is purely that the corridor on the left is relatively closer to the position where they stand, so choose it. As the saying goes, you will get the moon first when you get close to the water tower.

"Nono, it's so cold."

"It seems like a mule path."

This corridor should be the road where the mule cart was taken during the construction of the tomb. The corridor was very wide and the ruts left behind were vaguely visible on the ground.

What's bizarre is that the temperature in the corridor is very low, separated from the wine cellar, completely like two worlds, and the temperature in the corridor is at least several degrees lower than the temperature in the wine cellar.

Entering the corridor from the wine cellar is like suddenly entering the cold winter from the hot summer, which feels very obvious.

A slight wind blew from the corridor, and the ancient tombs paid attention to sealing, and I don’t know where this slight wind came from.
Chapter completed!