Skill Replicator

"Speaking of it, it was forty years ago, and our winery in Meicheng was opened for the second year." Zhang Tao began to talk about the legend of Lao Cao, as he recalled.

There used to be a winery in Meicheng, which mainly made sorghum wine and sweet potato wine.

One day when the New Year was approaching, an old man in his sixties ran around with a cart of dried sweet potatoes to exchange wine.

Seeing that he had only taken a plastic bucket, the people in the wine shop asked him if he should buy another plastic bucket, or else there was more than 1 catty of wine left.

Who would have thought that the old man shook his head and said that the rest of it should be in his stomach.

The people in the winery didn't expect that the old man was not only old, but his tone was not small, so he picked up the wine and let him drink it.

The old man drank a bowl without changing his face.

The people at the winery were interested and wanted to see how much the old man could drink.

The next time I pick up the wine, I will be full, not just the blue line going inside. Regardless of how much the blue line goes up, there are many more in this bowl.

A catty of wine originally only required two bowls. The people at the winery took two full bowls for him, plus the first bowl, which is more than two catties.

The old man drank three bowls. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, the people in the winery asked him if he could still drink.

The old man said that if you can drink, you can drink, but he has no money to buy it. What's in this bucket, I have to go back to drink to my family.

The people at the winery said, let’s just look at the winery, and if you can drink, please drink again.

The old man drank two more bowls, and then he hiccuped and said he could not drink any more.

After talking about pushing the car and walking back, the people in the winery felt that the old man was holding back, and the young man with good things followed him on his bicycle, trying to see if he would fall on the road.

As a result, they pushed the car all the way out of the city. They went back after seeing the old man pushing the car and walking like a normal person for more than a dozen miles.

Every year, the old man would push dried sweet potatoes to exchange for wine, and the people in the winery would also give him more, and he gradually matured. Everyone knows that the old man's surname is Cao.

The legend of Lao Lao Cao also spread in Meicheng.

"Although this is not common, it is also quite a lot. The CPPCC, your Uncle Song, his father can also drink. According to his words, he doesn't know what drunk means. Later, when he got older, he found out that he had a tumor in his body. The hospital was removed. I don't know if it is due to the failure of the body or the tumor. Since then, I can no longer drink." Zhang Tao said at last.

"There are indeed many legends of this kind. I have heard of it before. It was in Lanling not far from our home. In the past, the weddings in the countryside didn't use bottled wine but used bulk wine."

"A family has a wedding event, and an old lady is there, and they don't charge her, they want to keep her for dinner. She said that she doesn't charge money, what will I eat."

"People say that a cup of wedding wine is here. There is no reason for you to go back. I didn’t expect that the old lady took a scoop by herself and drank it into her belly, saying that the wedding wine was finished, and then Just left."

Wang Tao also shared a legend he had heard before.

"There is no wonder in the world. By the way, Wang Tao, do you drink fast or slow?" Zhang Yiyun smiled and asked Wang Tao again.

"I can." Wang Tao said indifferently.

"Well, I'll think of a strategy later. For those Yunzhou people in our town, don't think that no one in Meicheng can drink." Zhang Yiyun heard Wang Tao say this, and said immediately.

The high-speed rail journey from Meicheng to Shuicheng took more than an hour and arrived soon after talking.

Someone drove them at the door to greet them. Of course, not all of them have this treatment, mainly because Zhang Tao's identity is kept here.

After arriving at the hotel, I only sat down for a while before someone knocked on the door.

Wang Tao opened the door and saw that he was a middle-aged man in his forties. He saw Wang Tao and asked with a smile: "This is the new teacher Wang who joined the Calligraphers Association this time."

"I'm Wang Tao, I can't afford to be a teacher." Wang Tao said quickly.

"Teacher Wang is humble. He has a prioritized knowledge of the teachings, specializes in the arts, and the master is the teacher. My name is Long, and I am a director of the Yunzhou Writers Association." The man smiled, then stretched out his hand and said.

Wang Tao shook hands with him: "Hello, Director Long, please come in quickly."

"Lao Zhang, you think I'm interesting enough. After I came, I didn't go to my room and came to see you directly. It's almost time for dinner. Let's go out for a few drinks." Director Long faced the man sitting on the bed. Zhang Yiyun said.

"Okay, but let's say in advance that our brother Wang is still young, what is coming at me." Zhang Yiyun said as a leading brother.

"Don't worry, we can't bully young people." Director Long smiled at Wang Tao and said.

The three of them left the room together, and then went to the next door to find Zhang Tao and Wang Yanqi were chatting with the three of them.

"Okay, everyone is here, let's go." Zhang Tao said with a smile.

Several people walked out of the hotel, introducing each other, and walking to a hotel they often go to.

When he arrived, Wang Tao took a look at the signature Yunzhou Sheep Soup Restaurant.

As soon as Director Long entered the door, the boss quickly greeted him: "Lao Zhang, Director Long, the room is ready."

He said hello to a few other people, and it seemed that they were also regulars.

"Old Song, this is Teacher Wang, who is new to the Calligraphers Association." Director Long smiled and introduced Wang Tao to the boss.

"Hello, Teacher Wang." Old Song greeted Wang Tao with a smile.

"Hello boss," Wang Tao said.

"Like them, you can call me Lao Song. You are welcome to come to me. Everyone is a fellow, please come in." Lao Song said with a smile, and took a few people to the bread room.

This lamb soup restaurant doesn’t look much from the outside, but the interior decoration is pretty good.

After a few people sat down, Director Long smiled and asked, "Everyone is familiar with each other, is there anything Teacher Wang has to avoid?"

"I can't eat seafood, there is nothing else to avoid." Wang Tao said with a smile.

"Then what is your lack of fun." Director Long smiled, and then began to order.

It seemed that he was really familiar with everyone, so he ordered a few dishes without asking what he wanted to eat.

"Our Writers Association will hold several meetings a year, and we basically eat here every time we come. The boss is very real, and he is a fellow, and he can eat at ease." Director Long finished his order and explained to Wang Tao.

Wang Tao nodded, not saying anything.

Several other people began to talk about other things, such as how many members were added to a certain place this year, and who and who sold each picture for how much money.

Wang Tao was not familiar with these people and things, so he ate the fruits and vegetables from the boss, which was pretty good.

Soon, four cold dishes were delivered first.

The waiter also brought two cases of wine. There were eight people present. The two cases of wine were at least 12 bottles. It seemed that they could drink some.

Sitting in the deputy escort position was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He drank wine and began to pour everyone.

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