Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

When Jiang Laofa came to the periphery of the large group of people under the red silk, the two women who were in charge of presenting the wine happened to open a corner of the red silk first and came out of the restaurant.

Jiang Laofa tried his best to stand on tiptoe and look in, and found that such a large circle of people was not surrounded by a crowded and chaotic crowd, but a row of people who looked crooked, but were obviously arranged in the order of arrival .

He couldn't help being surprised. Although he has been watching the movement upstairs in his own house for the past few days, after all, he only took a few glances, and he didn't notice such an orderly queue among such a crowded crowd of spectators.

"Has this always been the queue for drinks here?" Jiang Laofa touched a person beside him and asked.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know. I only know that those who rush forward will be driven away, and those who make noise in the queue will also be driven away. So these two days, everyone consciously lined up in the order they came gone."

Jiang Laofa nodded thoughtfully.

"Are you here for Erguotou too?" The man was obviously talkative and asked casually.

Jiang Laofa asked suspiciously: "Erguotou?" As soon as the words fell, he realized that this was probably the name of the wine, just like his Sanlejiang from Yixiaolou.

Really weird name.

He simply smiled and said: "Yes, I want to taste the taste, but it's a pity that I got up late and didn't line up."

Unexpectedly, the person beside him shook his head and said, "Don't be sorry, you may not be able to drink if you are in the row."

"Why? Doesn't this restaurant say that there are 100 free drinks?" Jiang Laofa's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a delicate tone, "Could it be a lie?"

The man smiled and said, "How come? It's just a hundred glasses of wine, and the two women donated a glass to each of them without any discount, but you can see for yourself." As he spoke, he pointed to several people who had already received the wine.

Jiang Laofa saw that those people were standing aside solemnly holding pottery cups, without any intention of pouring wine into their mouths. People around had already walked up to those people in twos and threes and started talking.

In the end, the person who received the wine gave the wine to others, and at the same time took back a handful of copper coins from others.

"What's going on here?" Jiang Laofa asked in surprise.

The person beside him smiled and said, "Since the day before yesterday, this matter has become a business. The people who lined up first won't drink by themselves after receiving the wine, but wait Let others bid on him and sell the wine to others. I heard that a glass of wine was sold for a high price of 50 Wen yesterday!"

This is not difficult to understand. Most of the people who can get up early and line up at the entrance of the restaurant are idlers who have no business. For them, no matter what kind of good wine it is, it doesn't matter if you drink one more glass or one less, but copper coins are much more important to them.

After all, food against hunger and clothing against severe cold can only be bought with copper coins. Chang'an, which is now approaching the end of autumn, can no longer be simply described as "cool", especially in the morning and evening, when the wind has a bit of biting meaning. Everyone is getting ready for winter.

The man continued: "Look at those guys around, they are obviously servants from big families. They should also come for this Erguotou. But they are rich and powerful, and they are not in a hurry. No matter who gets the wine, they just need to pay more Money, they can definitely get their hands. I guess, if necessary, they should not mind using a little money other than money."

The tone of the last sentence was a bit subtle, matching the expression on the man's face, Jiang Laofa immediately understood that it meant "to bully others". Money and prestige go hand in hand, at least in front of these ordinary people, it is definitely a powerful killer.

These few understatement words seemed to set off a raging sea in Jiang Laofa's heart.

What are you kidding?

Isn't it just to send some wine for free to seduce some customers? Isn't it just asking a few supporters to play up the lively atmosphere? How did it become like this? Why even use the threat of power and money? Does Quan Chang'an seem to be crazy about this wine? This is too unreal, right?

Jiang Laofa squeezed out a smile and said, "Are you kidding me? What kind of good wine have those dignitaries never drank? How could they send people here to buy it so eagerly? What's more, Erguotou should also Not a good drink."

Before he finished speaking, the old man beside him interrupted him with some displeasure, and said, "Do you understand? Do you know what Erguotou tastes like? All the people who have drunk this wine say that Qiongjiang Yuye is probably nothing more than that. What kind of evaluation is this? How dare you say that Erguotou is not a good wine?"

Jiang Laofa wanted to laugh, but finally he didn't, but asked with a wry smile, "Then have you drunk?"

The man was embarrassed for a moment, snorted, and said angrily: "Of course not. However, I can smell it from the smell of this wine. This is definitely a first-class wine."

Jiang Laofa was said to be the center of the matter, and his expression gradually became gloomy.

Indeed, since just now, he has been able to smell a faint smell of wine, which is obviously the smell of Erguotou that the two women are distributing.

As the shopkeeper of Yixiaolou, who has dealt with wine all the year round, he can easily judge a fact from the smell of wine. Although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't deny it: this is a good wine, although the aroma is a bit messy, but the strength is definitely first-class.

Could it be that I have been thinking wrong all along? This restaurant is not just a show, but a bit of real skill? Then you have to be careful.

Mr. Jiang let go of his arrogance, and became wary of this unopened restaurant for a long time. Looking at the grand occasion of trading wine glasses in front of him, he knew that he would definitely not be able to drink the legendary Erguotou today.

Tomorrow, send another guy to line up tomorrow. I want to see if this so-called Erguotou is really that good.

Jiang Laofa turned around and walked back to Yixiaolou, the feeling of treating other restaurants as a joke had long since disappeared.