Chapter 543 (1/2)

He Feng sat down slowly. He Feng was going to talk to the people next to him, but he immediately saw that the man was crazy about wine.

Depending on his situation, he Feng even flashed aside.

I'm kidding. You want to talk to a drunk person.

It's disgusting enough for people like drunkards to vomit all over you without saying anything else. It's better to stay away.

It's better to provoke less.

He Feng hurriedly got up and wanted to step back and leave the land of right and wrong.

To be honest, he really doesn't like this place.

How to say that? Let's say it's better to listen. The scholars are crazy singing, drinking and living in this place. What's worse is that a group of drunkards are drunk and crazy here.

So it can be said to be ugly.

There's nothing worth seeing.

Because the preface of Lanting's anthology article is written, even if the calligraphy is good, it is an upper class society after all, and the upper class society of any era can't avoid four words, extravagance and lust!

Let's not talk about anything else. Let's talk about the Republic of China. It's relatively close, and there's no need to involve any disputes.

The people at the bottom are miserable. People die of hunger every day, while the people at the top are ten miles away. Neon lights shine and dream of life and death. What is written in the thunderstorm is a truth. There will always be people in future generations advocating the model of the Republic of China. If he were allowed to stay in the Republic of China for two years, I'm afraid he would have scolded his mother.

He Feng quickly got up and prepared to leave here. After all, this is not where he should come after all.

But when he Feng got up, he found that he didn't know how to leave, because in front of him, he had never been in the future, and he didn't know how to leave here at all.

This is the first time I came into this place, and it seems that I can't find the source. I can't feel the situation outside. I really don't know where to come out for a while.

And say he is a mirage. You can't find any flaws.

It's like a natural space, but I didn't notice its role before, but now I come in, but I can't find a way out.

It's really some trouble.

He glanced to the left and right. The guy who was reading the book of songs attracted He Feng's attention. He was probably drunk and carrying a gold bottle in his hand. It should be made of bronze, but it was not oxidized, so it was still golden in appearance.

It can also be called a golden bottle.

It was full of green wine.

He Feng took a look and guessed the name of the wine.

Green ant wine.

In essence, it is a kind of fruit wine. It was quite famous in the Tang Dynasty. There is also a poem specifically introducing him, green ant new culture wine and red mud small stove.

The degree of alcohol is not high. After all, there is no distilled wine in this era. Moreover, in front of the Qing Dynasty, high alcohol is rubbish, and only xialiba can drink it.

Real dignitaries drink fruit wine with low intensity, which is why so many ancients often drink a thousand cups of wine, because they drink that thing is no different from our later beer.

If you give them a bottle of Erguotou, I'm afraid they'll get drunk in a few cups.

”Don't drink yet!” He Feng smiled and pulled aside the guy who was reading Guan jujiu, then smiled at him and said, ”I dare ask you, brother, where do you want to leave?”

”What do you want to do when you leave here? There are many sages here. There are silk and bamboo, food, wine, beauty, beautiful words to appreciate, and fairyland on earth! Where do you want to go when you leave here?” the man laughed and said to He Feng.

After saying that, I just saw some unstable guys walking askew and vomited, which was disgusting.