Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 1025 1025. Get wine

It gets dark early in winter, and it's already quite dark at six o'clock.

Song Tan was walking in front carrying two wine bottles. Secretary Zhu Zhu turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone in vain and followed the mountain all the way up. In the middle, he was suddenly hit by a thin branch lying in front of him, and he was in a hurry.

But looking at Song Tan again, she was light and deft, walking naturally, and the light from the flashlight seemed not to be affected at all.

Hi!

She was a little frustrated, thinking that these children who grew up in a small mountain village were different and could walk on mountain roads.

The sweet potato cellar was not far away. Song Tan looked at the lid on the ground and sincerely invited:

"Do you want to go down and take a look?"

After speaking, he used his arms to lift up the simple wooden lid with a diameter of about 80cm, revealing the dark and deep sweet potato cellar underneath.

The temperature inside the sweet potato cellar is slightly warmer than that in the forest above, which also brings out a slight smell of mud.

Xiaozhu Party Secretary:...

She has a firm belief, but this place is easily associated with mysterious murders and rural anecdotes.

So much so that she stood quietly to the side with a flashlight, then shook her head crazily:

"It's no wonder that I'm not skilled in my movements and it's easy to waste time."

Thinking of the movie I once watched, I couldn't help but ask: "Do you need to light a candle to test the oxygen?"

Song Tan glanced at her with a half-smile: "Don't worry, this is a sweet potato cellar, not a tomb robbery."

"Moreover, cellars in rural areas are carefully dug, and the lids also have ventilation holes. Qiao Qiao usually goes up and down to get the sweet potatoes. It's not as scary as you think."

After thinking for a while, he called out to the same dark forest with only the shadows of trees: "Your Majesty."

The dead leaves made a soft crunching sound when they stepped on the ground, and a huge dog soon walked out of the forest with long black shadows.

Now, although the dogs are free to take turns in the winter, the king is used to staying in this area and still sticks to the pigs every day.

After all, there is also the piglet he got in exchange for it. When I saw Song Tan at this moment, I quickly turned the dog's head over -

He has a sharp ear!

Whenever there is a large group of people cheering at home, today’s dog meal must be very rich!

At this moment, the king stared at her eagerly. The newly bought watermelon-shaped bib on his chest was bright red with black dots and green edges. It was made of plush material. Not only did it not look sinister at all, but it looked inexplicably honest.

At the very least, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu felt a sense of security when he looked at it.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

She quickly dropped Song Tan and moved closer. Then she hugged the king's neck and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Hurry up and hit the bar. I want to drink tonight too. I don't need to worry about this. The king is here and he will protect me."

Song Tan couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, okay, okay, I knew I wouldn't take care of you. You are already a cadre, why are you still afraid of the dark?"

"What do you know?" Party Secretary Xiao Zhu said honestly:

"What I'm afraid of is not the dark, but the associations in my mind."

But the king didn't care about her. At this moment, the dog's head stretched out, looking at the dark sweet potato cellar in front of him, his nose twitched, obviously smelling something good.

Song Tan had a sudden thought: "Your Majesty, can you drink?"

"Woof!" The king responded with dignity, as if he were shouting.

After all, it can smell something good down there. There are sweet potatoes and a strange smell, but the smell is more attractive than sweet potatoes!

In the darkness, the king's round dog eyes were reflected by the residual light of the flashlight, reflecting his wet greed.

It was difficult for Song Tan to resist it, so he rubbed the dog's head angrily: "You can't pretend to be pitiful for such a big man - forget it, when the pig-killing feast is over and there's nothing else to do, I'll secretly give you a taste. !”

Generally dogs cannot drink alcohol, but raising dogs at home is always rough, and this wine does contain a lot of good things.

But Song Tan is really afraid of being fed now. It doesn’t matter if he gets drunk or sleeps all night... Not to mention whether the pig on the mountain is safe or not, even the pig itself is not safe.

And Party Secretary Xiao Zhu glanced at her: "What's the matter with you? Dogs can't be fed randomly. The king is so good, don't feed him wine to make him stupid."

After thinking about it, he urged her: "Hurry up. When the fish is cooked, will it be our turn to eat?"

"By the way, you've already done it, bring up another sweet potato and give it to our king..."

You look so worthless, does the king care about you? You are caring for the king as well as Bao'er here, and you are trying to bring sweet potatoes to it. Why don't you go down and get it yourself?

Song Tan also snorted and went down the ladder of the sweet potato cellar.

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu was still watching from above, so she turned on the flashlight after landing.

The bright light shines all around. The sweet potatoes that were once half filled with sweet potato cellar are now 1/3 less visible to the naked eye.

But you can't blame them.

Mainly because I have nothing to do at home and have nothing to do in the winter, I can easily put a handful of chestnuts and one or two sweet potatoes on top... This is probably human instinct and has nothing to do with greed.

And walking further inside, you can't see anything unusual. The glass beads caught by Qiao Qiao are buried in the soil layer, and they serve as the eyes of the formation to cover the surrounding area.

The spiritual energy was gathered in strands, like smoke and fog. Although it is still pitifully thin, it is already very good in comparison.

The jars of wine are stored here.

Song Tan carefully opened the lid, took out a large spoon from the box on the side, then took out the wine bottle and poured it in one spoon at a time.

Although there are many people today, only two taels of wine per person is enough. This kind of farm-house wine bottle with a solid capacity can only be used for two bottles.

After everything was filled, everything returned to its original state. She plugged the cap of the wine bottle, picked up the hemp rope in her hand, and climbed up the ladder smoothly with one hand.

Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, was still hugging the king and murmuring. Although she usually acted vigorously and resolutely, when she had the opportunity to tease the king, she would even suppress her voice and love to use repetitive words.

Song Tan was used to it, and now he gave her the bottle of wine: "Hold it."

Then he picked up the lid that he had just put aside and sealed the cellar door again.

And the little Zhu branch secretary who had just hugged the dog and talked sweetly just raised his arm slightly, and his nose smelled the strong aroma of wine, and his whole body was about to melt.

It smells so good, it smells so good...

Just, even though she doesn't drink much, she has tasted her own good wine. When I smell this unique wine aroma now, I feel it is richer and more mellow than the day it was brewed.

She looked at the two oversized bottles again and thought that as long as there was a plate of peanuts in front of her, she could do it all tonight!

After murmuring these words, Song Tan couldn't help but glance at her: "There will be twenty or thirty people eating tonight, at least twenty of them can take two sips..."

"If I leave these five kilograms of wine for you, why don't you drive the car in front of the hospital first?"

"You don't understand." Party Secretary Xiao Zhu's eyes were complicated: "If these two bottles of wine were given to my grandfather and no one took care of them, he would really be able to sit in front of the hospital and drink."

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Good night. I didn't make it on the 14th, so I had to take leave. It's a new day, update one.

There is another update in the manuscript box, so check it out at 12 noon.

I write slowly and the rhythm is also slow. It may be more enjoyable if you save it and read it in one go.