In ancient times, there was a farmer who accidentally poured a bag of sorghum into the water tank during the autumn harvest, and a few days later the smell wafted out of the tank, and the farmer was surprised. At this time, the elder who came over to the Immortal Wind Dao Bone told the farmer that you were going to have a qiong pulp jade liquid in your tank. But you have to do as I tell you. The farmer asked, how to do it? The elder said that tomorrow you will find a way to find three people, and each person will drop a drop of blood in the jar.
So the next morning the farmer waited on the street. A moment later, a man of letters, personable, came over, and the farmer explained what he was asking for. The literati replied indignantly and dripped a drop of blood. It was nearly noon, and another warrior came and also dripped a drop of blood. In the afternoon, there was no one on the road, and by the time it was time, it was already dark. Come over a madman. The farmer had no choice but to let the madman drip a drop of blood. At this time, a strange fragrance suddenly wafted out of the cylinder, tasting it, mellow and overflowing, cool and sweet. The farmer then made a mark on the jar, wrote a unitary word for unitary time, and nodded three dots, meaning three drops of blood of the three people, and then there was the word wine. To this day, the people who drink wine, at the beginning of the literary quality, are enjoying the temperament of the literati, drinking halfway, full of spirit, high morale, showing the style of a military general. Drink to the end, incoherent, no decency, is to make that crazy man's blood strange!
Drinkers see if that's the case
Love Yo Yo,
Hate Yo Yo,
Drink a small wine
This time you know what is called wine, right?!
