Zhou Xiaomo glanced at the wine jar held in the servant's arms. The mouth of the jar had been unsealed, and there were long strips of red paper sticking to the belly of the jar, with four big words written on it - Jiannan Shaochun.

This Jiannan Shaochun wine is already considered a top wine from the Tang Dynasty, and its status is equivalent to that of the modern Wuliangye. The wine has a degree of about ten degrees, which is considered a high wine from the Tang Dynasty.

Due to the limited winemaking technology at that time, from the wealthy to the people of the Tang Dynasty, most of the people drank rice wine and wine, as well as sake wine that was only pressed and not distilled after fermentation. Wine was basically something that rich people could drink, and ordinary people could only drink rice wine, and the degree was relatively lower.

There are many wine names in the Tang Dynasty. Xingyang has a long and strong wine. Fuping area specializes in Shiwanchun, which has a pure taste and a strong aroma. Jiannan has a special product and is the favorite Jiannan Shaochun in the upper class. Yingzhou has a rich wine with a unique taste and a fresh and elegant taste. Chang'an's Xishi Ding wine is even more unique. It is refreshing when drinking, but has enough momentum.

There are also Wu Chengruojiu, Lingnan Lingxi wine, and Yicheng Jiufeng wine, which are all famous wines from all over the Tang Dynasty and have unique characteristics.

The "fighting ten thousand wine" mentioned by Li Bai refers to Jiannan Shaochun. Gu said that Li Bai later drank Jiannan Shaochun, and then jumped into the river to hang the moon, but never came up again.

Most of the people who can come to brothels are the children of rich families. In front of girls, they naturally have to drink the best wine in this brothel.

This is how men are, and they must not lose face in front of women.

Especially the girls in brothels, I wish I could squeeze out all the money from every guest.

The madam even repeatedly emphasized to the girls every day in the first class before the brothel opened that men are always willing to suffer. As long as they find ways to make your customers show off and compare more between customers, so that customers will not feel distressed when they spend money.

The little monk was drinking Jiannan Shaochun, so the clients who accompanied the little monk could not drink the worse than Jiannan Shaochun wine.

If it weren't for the possibility of losing Xiaorou, the madam would have been very happy tonight. Today's income from alcohol is several times that of the past, which is something I've never seen before.

At this time, the madam was not happy at all. She was so worried that the little monk would win. In that case, she would be beaten up.

For Zhou Xiaomo, who could drink a bottle of 56-degree and a half-burning knife before traveling through time, this bowl of Jiannan Shaochun was simply mouthwash.

The bowls that drank during the Tang Dynasty were not as deep as those used by modern people for eating. One bottle of wine and two bowls were poured out.

At this time, if the bowl of wine in Zhou Xiaomo's hand was converted into the current measurement, it would be a little more than two taels. The wine bowl looked quite small, but it was very shallow, not a wine bowl that was bigger than a sea bowl like in TV and movies.

The news that the little monk competed with others for Xiaorou spread throughout the entire [Spring Floor Building]. The boring girls and satisfied clients filled the entire lobby, and the four stairs on the second floor were even more crowded with people.

Zhou Xiaomo shaved her hair, put on a monk's uniform, lit a realistic ring scar, wore Buddhist beads, and used modern makeup to slightly change the shape of her eyes and face, saying Amitabha Buddha one by one. Nearly a hundred people at the scene could not have thought that he was Zhou Xiaomo from Chunfeng Yidu Building.

The big man with pigeon eyes said, "Little monk, as long as you break the precepts of alcohol, meat, and can make poems that are reasonable, even if you win. None of us can recite scriptures and chant Buddha."

The drunk man in white reached out and picked up the pen on the table, dipped it in full bloom, looked up at the sky and poured a breath of wine, staggered to an empty wall, and said, "Little monk, you drink and write poems, and I'm writing for you."

Zhou Xiaomo was overjoyed: "Thank you, brother."

He picked up the wine, pretended to smell the wine, frowned, made a helpless expression, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! Good, good! The little monk broke the precept today. I hope my Buddha is compassionate and spared the little monk!"

After saying that, he picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, and swallowed it with a change of expression. After coughing twice, he finished the wine in the bowl in a hustle and bustle of everyone.

Zhou Xiaomo's acting skills were the best actor in the Tang Dynasty. After pretending to behave, he received sympathy from everyone and said, "After this bowl of wine, the little monk broke the drinking habit. From then on, he was the little monk who destroyed the rules and regulations. He just waited to return to the temple and accepted the Buddha and his master's defeat."

"Okay, you little monk, I will accept you today! I will accompany you and do it."

The purple-faced man also took one to play with, filled it up, and drank it all in one go.

"I've done it, I've done it, I'll do it with you!"

"Little monk, I'll do it with you too!"

Everyone was very enthusiastic, and they all served their own wine and had a happy life. Such a scene has never happened in a century, and it is the best time to drink, so how can you miss it?

Zhou Xiaomo finished the second bowl of wine in one go, wiped his lips, grabbed a piece of beef on the table, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it in a big mouthful, and said sadly: "The little monk broke the meat ring again."

"My little master, if you break the precepts, you will break the precepts. From now on, there will be wine, meat, and watery girls to accompany you. This is a happy life. Why bother practicing cassock, wooden fish, morning bells and evening drums."

The man in white laughed drunk and said, "Look at me like this, I am so happy in the world. I wake up at the pillow of the brothel, and hear the sound of crying in my ears!"

"Okay! What a man woke up in the brothel, and the sound of murmur crying."

"What a coquettish word, it means our wish."

"Little master, this is life, with wine, meat and beauty."

Everyone was very excited. Some people praised the drunkard in white, and some people advised the young monk to have fun in time, because life was short.

Anyway, the monks who broke the alcohol and meat quit, and they just had fun together.

Zhou Xiaomo said that, grabbing another chicken leg, opened his mouth and tore off one piece. He was so delicious, but he said to the drunk man in white: "I'll ask this brother to give the inscription."

"please!"

The drunk man in white took another sip of wine, held the pen, and made a gesture.

Zhou Xiaomo held the wine in one hand and the chicken legs in the other, pretending to be thoughtful and said, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart. If the world learns from me, he will definitely be in the devil's way."

Zhou Xiaomo said slowly, the drunk man in white wrote fast, and his feet seemed to have no roots under his feet and his body kept shaking. The cursive script he wrote was flowing and extraordinary, which made everyone look at him with admiration.

Everyone saw that the little monk had finished his poem and the words "drunk in white clothes" were also finished. The poem contained a vague Zen meaning, and the lines were filled with free and unrestrainedness.

"Good poems, good words. Good!"

Everyone savored it and applauded.

"Brother, good-looking words."
Chapter completed!