Ding Xing and Meng Xiaotang buried the first jar of wine they jointly refined.

It was originally agreed to open a cellar and dig it in a few days, but it was delayed by a major event.

The day after burying the wine, the deputy owner Meng Shaogong announced that he had opened his white fat spirit cellar and took out the ancient wine "mutton fat pulp" he had stored for nearly half a year.

Meng Shaogong also sent news that the Lingjiao would be closed again in half a month. If anyone in the village needs to borrow his white fat cellar to brew private wine, then send the cellar fruit to his cave as soon as possible.

There are only five spiritual cellars in Jinlu Winery, and every time you open a cellar, it is very precious. No monks in the village will miss the opportunity to store the cellar.

Since the news was announced, all the gardens and fields in the winery have been making a bumper harvest, and everyone is busy.

Ding Xing gets up early and goes to bed late every day, and follows Ding Chenzhi in the orange orchard, picking orange fruits together.

He had never done rough work when he was in his hometown. Ding Chenzhi suddenly added such a heavy task to him. He was so tired that he was listless. The wine jar buried in the garden was thrown away by him, and he actually forgot about this.

Meng Xiaotang is loved by his parents, but he is not as hard-working as Ding Xing, but he also loses the opportunity to play. His father originally had a tolerance for the house, so he made a special trip to ask for leave and returned to the garden to collect grapes. He couldn't be lazy. Even if he was thinking about his black jade wine jar, he could only put it aside first.

After half a month, when Meng Shaogong announced the sealing of the White-Free Spirit Cellar, Ding Xing and Meng Xiaotang finally had free time.

When the adults were not in the garden, they went to dig wine together.

Arrive at the tree pit.

Meng Xiaotang first lowered her head, stretched her nose and sniffed a few times: "I have been buried for half a month, and I will definitely be able to make a top-quality wine. As soon as you smell it, it smells very fragrant!"

Ding Xing teased him: "It's all earth here, the wine jar has not been dug out yet, where is the wine smell? Are you sleepwalking?"

Meng Xiaotang smiled angrily and shook the wooden shovel in his hand: "Dig quickly, dig quickly!"

The wine jar was not buried deep, and soon the two of them dug to the mouth of the jar.

Meng Xiaotang was anxious and reached out to grab the wine jar without waiting for the wine jar to be slashed out. As a result, his fingers just touched the red silk lid on the mouth of the jar. He screamed and swayed his hands while jumping and shouting: "Hot! So hot! It's burning me to death!"

When Ding Xing saw his embarrassed look, he wanted to laugh for no reason. He knew that there was firepower in the soil, so he insisted on touching it with his hands. He was so embarrassed that he couldn't eat hot tofu. The ancients really didn't deceive us.

However, Ding Xing did not directly hurt Meng Xiaotang's self-esteem.

He comforted him: "Is he seriously injured?"

Meng Xiaotang quickly took out a wine pot, sprinkled a pool of red wine, applied it to the place where the blister was burned with the right finger. After bandaging it, he replied: "It's not a problem! It's really strange that there is firepower in your garden soil. This is true, but how could this slight spiritual fire burn the black jade jar to such a high temperature!"

This temperature is enough to boil the water and the roots of the tree will also be burned.

Ding Xing felt that his words were contradictory: "Since it is impossible, how could you get scalded?"

Meng Xiaotang shrugged: "That's why I said, it's strange!"

He was determined to explore and plucked up the courage to touch the wine jar again.

"Huh? It's already cold! I guess it's because I saw the light and breathed, the firepower was completely evaporated!"

As he said that, Meng Xiaotang pulled out the red silk lid of the wine jar.

First, a steam rose into the air, and then a rich aroma of wine filled the air.

The two of them spoke in unison, subconsciously calling out:

It smells so good!

He stared at the mouth of the tank and sucked his nose vigorously, his expression was three-intoxicating and seven-thousand-seven-thres of surprise.

The wine in the jar has a very unique taste, which reminds Ding Xing of the scene when he followed his parents to Baihua Valley outside Taining Town last year to enjoy the scenery. The fragrance of flowers meets and is strong and pungent, causing him to feel severe dizzy.

Meng Xiaotang once said that he buried the black jade jar under the Huofeng Orange Tree, and the wine that came out rose and was floating in the air.

It's really good.

Ding Xing is already floating in the air at this moment, and that's how it feels.

"Xiao Tang, look at the appearance of this wine, it is crystal clear, as if it is melted green jade, with spiritual energy everywhere on the jade, which is in line with the characteristics of spiritual wine!" This was Ding Xing's first time participating in wine refining, and he couldn't figure out the details.

I can only ask Meng Xiaotang for information: "Is the 'blood fruit wine' you used to make like this psychic look?"

"In the past?" Meng Xiaotang also looked puzzled: "I remember the last time I used the wine made from green gum grapes and scorpions. The appearance was similar to the mung bean wine in the mortal world. It felt a little turbid, but the overall look was still watery. I don't know what happened today, but I actually refined a jar of wine like spiritual wine. It may be because the evil spirit of the scorpions entered the wine."

He didn't care, and smiled and took out two wine glasses: "No matter whether it is a mortal wine or a spiritual wine, drink it first! After drinking it, if it is a spiritual wine, we should be able to try its medicinal effect!"

Unexpectedly, before Ding Xing could catch the wine glass, a sound of horse hooves suddenly came from a distance.

When the two of them looked up, the horse was already running towards them.

It was too late for them to hide their wine.

Seeing a girl in green sitting on the horse's back, it was Ding Xing's Youshewu Zhaoying. Her mount had not changed, but she still carried Ding Xing's white hooves.

She held the horse whip and pointed at Meng Xiaotang and asked, "During dozens of acres of land, I can smell the fragrance of wine. Where can I get spiritual wine?"

Meng Xiaotang was a little afraid of her and quickly replied: "I made it myself with Ah Xing!"

Wu Zhaoying is two years older than Ding Xing. She has a small face and a small mouth, but she is not small and cute. Perhaps she is used to being praised at her own home, and she always holds a arrogant attitude: "You can make spiritual wine? You don't have to worry about talking big! Did you steal your father?"

Meng Xiaotang seemed to have been stepped on her tail and said dissatisfiedly: "Steal? Wu Zhaoying, don't slander people! Even if the wine is brewed by my father, I'll drink it, it's not called stealing!"

Wu Zhaoying refused to argue with him: "Since you have admitted that you stole your father, pour a cup and let me taste it, otherwise you will complain!"

Meng Xiaotang knew that she was here to be greedy for cheap things and had blackmailed her before.

Every time Meng Xiaotang endured humiliation and was oppressed by her. But today Ding Xing was here, Meng Xiaotang didn't want to give in. She was afraid that Ding Xing would look down on her, so she plucked up her courage to refuse: "Why can you taste the wine I brewed with A Xing?"

Wu Zhaoying seemed impatient, but she didn't get angry immediately.

Jumped off the horse's back, walked to Ding Xing, and asked, "You are Lao Ding's grandson, right? My name is Wu Zhaoying, we are neighbors, what are your names?"

Ding Xing hadn't replied yet, but she suddenly caught her on her left wrist. She showed extraordinary enthusiasm: "Fatty Meng prefers to touch chickens and steal dogs, and playing with him is easy to suffer losses! Let's go, I'll take you to his garden and have to hide a lot of your oranges, all of which were stolen by him!"

Ding Xing did not trust Wu Zhaoying.

But although he was prepared for Wu Zhaoying, he had no effect because his magic power was too shallow and his wrist could not escape Wu Zhaoying. He was gently pulled and his body moved back unconsciously.

When Meng Xiaotang saw him, he was anxious. He wanted to prove his innocence and chase him at a glance.

Unexpectedly, after he had just walked a few steps, the white-hoofed horse suddenly rushed to the wine jar, opened its mouth and bit the mouth of the jar.

A slap.

With a big sip, all the wine in the entire wine tank entered its stomach.

At this time, Wu Zhaoying jumped high and returned to the horse's back.
Chapter completed!