"Come on, call me Brother Sheng Yi, remove the word "after..."

After placing the rabbit on the fire pit, Fang Yi sat on the master's rocking chair, shook his nose, and said comfortably: "If the call sounds nice, I will take out the precious monkey wine for you to taste. If I am not sincere, I will enjoy it myself..."

"Monkey Wine? Fang Yi, do you actually have Mononkey Wine hidden?"

Hearing Fang Yi's words, the fat man stood up directly, and his huge body rushed towards Fang Yi, shouting with grief and anger: "Three years ago, you told me that the wine was gone. It turned out that you kid had hidden it?"

"Hey, it's hard, right? When did you beat me since you were a child?"

Although the fat man weighed 200 kilograms, he still couldn't see enough in front of Fang Yi, and he didn't see how Fang Yi moved. He didn't even stand up, but he just pinned one of the fat man's hands behind his back. The fat man was so painful that he started to cry out.

"Brother Yi, I... can't I be wrong?"

The fat man, who knew Fang Yi's temper, tried hard to make his fat face look like anus, and said, "You will be my brother from now on. If you say you will never go west, if you say you will never chase a chicken, right?"

"It's almost the same..." Fang Yi let go of his hand and said, "That monkey wine was brewed by me in the past few years. The wine I used to have long disappeared. If you dare to wrongly accuse me, you can't even drink this wine..."

Speaking of Monkey Wine, this is a secret between Fang Yi, Fatty and his master.

When Fang Yi was seven or eight years old, the surrounding cities were still in the primitive stage of the development of Fangshan. A group of monkeys grew up not far from the Taoist temple, with about fifty or sixty monkeys. Fang Yi had almost watched these monkeys grow up since he was a child, and the monkey group was very wary of him.

Fang Yi's master was afraid that the monkey group would hurt Fang Yi, so he rarely let Fang Yi contact the monkey group. However, children of seven or eight years old were generally naughty. The old Taoist priest didn't watch it, so Fang Yi sneaked to the place where the monkey group was and started playing with the monkeys.

Although the old Taoist priest knew about this, he saw that the monkey group did not hurt Fang Yi, so he stopped asking about it.

But one day Fang Yi went to play with the monkey, but he didn't return late at night. After the worried old Taoist priest forced himself into and dispersed the monkey group, he found that Fang Yi, who was only eight or nine years old, fainted under a big tree and was filled with alcohol.

The old Taoist priest was born during the Tongzhi period of the Qing Dynasty. He was already a hundred years old. There was almost nothing he had never seen in this world. After a moment of thinking, he understood that it turned out that this group of monkeys actually brewed monkey wine.

The so-called monkey wine refers to the monkeys in the mountains picking hundreds of fruits in tree holes. At the beginning, it was to store wintering food. However, if there was no shortage of wintering food in the season, the monkeys would forget that they had stored a hole of hundreds of fruits, and then the hole of hundreds of fruits gradually fermented and then turned into a hole of hundreds of fruit wine.

The conditions for the formation of Monkey Wine are very harsh. The empty trees chosen by Monkeys are used to store hundreds of fruits, which must be enough to ensure that the hundred fruits will not rot during winter. How many trees are there? They must be hollow and sealed, so Monkey Wine is simply something that is out of reach.

This kind of wild wine is a coincidence. The real monkey wine is worth a thousand gold. The old Taoist priest traveled all his life and only tasted the real monkey wine on Mount Emei, but he didn't expect to meet it on Mount Fang.

When he was carrying Fang Yi back to the Taoist temple, the old Taoist priest also had a pot of monkey wine in his hand. He understood the principle of fishing in the dry pond, so he just took a gourd wine and then covered the tree hole.

The degree of Monkey Wine is not very high, and it is fruit wine, so Fang Yi and Fatty would steal some drinks from time to time. The old Taoist priest turned a blind eye because even the Monkey Wine he drank later was stolen by Fang Yi.

But the good times did not last long. With the changes in the city below the mountain, the pure land of Fangshan was also affected. The monkey group that originally lived here disappeared within five years, and even the monkey wine was gone. The last bit left was poured into the stomach by Fang Yi's master, the old Taoist priest before his death.

However, in the past few years since the master passed away, Fang Yi had nothing to do and used the tree holes abandoned by the monkey group. Whenever the fruit tree matured, he would throw some inside. By chance, he actually made monkey wine with similar taste.

"Hey, it's okay to brew it yourself. Brother Yi, sit and rest for a while, I'll bake the rabbit out first..." When he heard the monkey wine, the fat man immediately smiled flatteringly, and almost helped Fang Yi raise his legs and massage his back. He ran to the house happily. When he came out, he was already holding oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in his hand.

The fat man loved to eat since he was a child. Although each family had no money when he was a child, there were a lot of wild animals on Fangshan at that time. Fang Yi was responsible for catching the traps, and the fat man was responsible for baking. Every time they ate the two of them.

After a while, the rabbit weighing four or five pounds was roasted. A scent of meat filled the entire backyard. The fattest hind leg was torn off. The fat man handed it to Fang Yi and said with a flattering smile: "Do you have a taste of it? If you have a mouthful, take out the monkey wine..."

"Wait, I'll get it..."

Fang Yi didn't feel hot, so he tore off a rabbit meat and stuffed it into his mouth, jumped up and walked into the room. When he came out, his left hand was already carrying a gourd slightly larger than his palm, and the fragrance of wine had already floated out through the lid.

"It's really the smell of monkey wine..." The fat man showed a look of surprise on his face. He snatched the wine gourd, pulled open the gourd cover and took a sip in his mouth. The eyes, which were not big, suddenly narrowed their slits.

"Good wine, good wine..."

The fat man smacked his lips. When he was still not satisfied, he wanted to drink it again. Fang Yi snatched the wine gourd and said angrily: "I have made such a little in three years. Every person has three mouthfuls today, so no one can drink too much..."

The winemaking must be fermented. I don’t know how many years of fermentation my monkey wine was left behind, but Fang Yi re-brewed it. I don’t know how much energy it took for a gourd wine to consume, so I naturally couldn’t bear to let the fat man drink more.

"Three people are three..."

The fat man tore off half of the rabbit and took a bite, then stretched his hand towards Fang Yi, and said vaguely: "Fatty, I have also drunk a lot of good wines when I traveled around the world. What kind of Maotai Wuliangye is so bad that it is worse than this Monkey wine..."

"Moutai?" Fang Yi said after hearing this: "Have you ever drunk Moutai liquor? The master said that it is a first-class good wine. What does it taste like? I will try it after I go down the mountain..."

Following a drunkard master, Fang Yi learned the quality of his ability, but he learned the alcohol tolerance. On weekdays, he drank grain wine made by the old Taoist, and the degree was rarely more than fifty degrees. He even heard his master count the good wine in the world, and this Maotai ranked first.

"I... I've smelled it, never drank it..."

When he heard Fang Yi ask about the smell of Moutai, the fat man's fat face turned red. He went to Shanghai to work in the past six months and worked as a security guard. He only costs 1,800 yuan a month, so how can he afford Moutai?

However, the fat man had indeed smelled the smell of Moutai, and it was a recent incident. Just three days ago, the fat man was very attentive to help an owner in the community where he worked to carry things, but he unexpectedly accidentally knocked down the owner's two bottles of Moutai on the ground. Although he smelled the wine, his work was also thrown away.

"Tsk, it turns out that you are bragging..."

Fang Yi knew very well about his little girl who grew up wearing open-crotch pants. When he saw the look on the fat man's face, he understood it. It turned out that he had never drunk Maotai at all. As for Wuliangye or something, it was probably that the fat man had just smelled it.

"Isn't it just Maotai? What's so great about it? When Fatty, I'll get rich in the future, buy two bottles at a time, drink one bottle and pour one bottle..." The fat man showed an angry look on his face, obviously he was very upset about the fact that he was fired for knocking over two bottles of wine.

"You're right. From now on, our brothers will drink Maotai every day. Well, this rabbit meat will also be eaten every day..."

As the saying goes, half a young man is poor. A rabbit is only enough for Fatty and Fang Yi to stuff it into the teeth. In a few minutes, there were only a few bones left on their hands that could not find a trace of meat scraps. If the fat man had not brought five or six steamed buns, they would probably not even be able to fill their stomachs.

"Fang Yi, it's not that easy to mess around outside. Fatty, I've been busy for several years, and I can only smoke four yuan per pack of cigarettes now..."

His eyes were reluctantly moved from the wine gourd in Fang Yi's hand to the side. The fat man took out a pack of red plum smoke from his pocket, skillfully stuffed it into his mouth and fired. After lying on Fang Yi's rocking chair, he took a beautiful mouthful.

"Just forget to drink, why do you still learn to smoke?" Fang Yi angrily took a picture of the fat man. He liked alcohol but never smoked. And Fang Yi remembered that the fat man seemed to have never smoked before.

"I felt depressed and I sucked..."

The fat man sighed and said, "Fang Yi, people like me have no other advantages except for being a soldier. They can only work as a security guard when they go to big cities. Do you know that others call us security guards, and no one can look down on us..."

Speaking of which, the fat man is also a strange thing. When he was fifteen years old, he was sent to the army by his relationship by Lao Tzu, who was the branch secretary in the village, and originally hoped that he could ask for a job in the army to be a member of Guangzong, but unexpectedly, the fat man actually became a cook in the army.

Although there is no distinction between revolutionary work, it is impossible to resist the fat man's love to eat. Moreover, during the three years in the army, the fat man also made up all the food he had eaten since he was a child, so his figure changed from a slight fat to a huge fat man, and he grew fifty or sixty kilograms of meat in three years.

The cooks did not look at their figure. The fat man actually had the opportunity to become a volunteer soldier. However, after he secretly stewed the old hen from the newly transferred regiment political commissar's house, this wish was completely shattered and he could only retire from the army and return home in disappointment.

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