The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Everyone looked at the faint face of Ning Mengyao, nodded. This is what sister-in-law gave them to drink. If you don't drink, you won't give your sister-in-law face. As for Xiao Qitian... who cares about him at this time, who is an idiot?

Ning Mengyao couldn't keep watching, he said faintly: “This is brewed for matrimony, you have it in the liquor store, it doesn't have to hurt so much.” This wine is hers, she doesn't even have meat pain, what does Xiao Qitian have meat pain here?

Xiao Qitian took a breath of blood, couldn't come up, couldn't get down, almost suffocated himself.

“Mengyao, can we not take such a big pen, it's money.” Xiao Qitian is called a depressed, married man with this wine? How much is that gonna take? There's so many gods here.

Ning Mengyao frowned and seemed to be thinking about it. Xiao Qitian saw the usefulness of what he had said. He gave a little breath, but this breath had not yet come down completely. Ning Mengyao beat him back to his original form with one sentence: “I only became a kisser once.” That means, of course, a good kiss.

“I…”

“And married couples use specially made wine, which is better than you used to sell.” Ning Mengyao seemed to have not hit Xiao Qitian enough and continued to make up the knife on one side.

“Can we try it now?” Xiao Qitian asked seriously.

I think it's true that if the wine is really better than the tavern, then he has to get it back.

Ning Mengyao nodded and asked Qingxue and Qingzhu to come and hold him for a few altars.

As soon as the bar opened, everyone was intoxicated, and the aroma was strong enough to smell good wine.

“I'll go. So you're hiding something? No, that's why you have to give me 100 altars this time.” Xiao Qitian said immediately.

Mengyao frowned. Though there were not many hundred altars, it was used for matrimonial purposes. She didn't want to sell it before marriage.

“No, not until we get married.” Ning Mengyao shook his head resolutely.

“Why?” Xiao Qi Tian was depressed, and the good wine was only used for marriage? How is that possible?

I don't care how painful he is, he drinks tea lightly.

“Sister-in-law, you are my sister-in-law, only 100 altars really.” Xiao Qitian was ashamed of himself for the sake of the wine.

Ning Mengyao shook his head resolutely: “This one can't work. If you want, you can give you another one.” She also drank it when she was married, who knew it tasted slightly worse than this, so she threw it out.

She naturally wants the best, and every woman wants a perfect wedding, and of course she's no exception, so after her betrothal, she specializes in making drinks that people drink.

“Okay, but a hundred altars is definitely not enough, more. ”

“Three hundred. ”

“Yes.” Xiao Qitian satisfied: “How does sister-in-law's wine compare to this one? ”

“Almost, but much stronger than the bamboo leaves.” Ning Mengyao didn't hide this either.

Xiao Qitian thought about it and decided to fix the price of one hundred and fifty taels of wine. He had to go back and earn more silver to make up for his losses.

Everyone looked down at the wine they had just handed out and listened to the two people over there and said that there was only one thought in their mind at a time: Sister-in-law's pen was so big.

But the boss is so happy to have such a rich woman as his wife.

“Yao Yao, you are such a baby.” Joe Tianjin finally couldn't help but say a few words.

He naturally knew what his daughter-in-law was capable of making wine, and now he's listening to her turn to prepare wine for the wedding, so should he also prepare something? When I think of Joe Tian, I think about it. Sooner or later, it's almost two months away. Anyway, that's enough.

Think, Joe Tian nods his head smoothly and is very happy with his thoughts.

Xiao Qitian, they looked at Joe Tianjin with a monster's eye: "Tianjin, what's wrong with you? ”

“What do you care? ”

“I don't care about you. Can I have a drink?” You can't take it back for sale, you must have had some more at this time.

Xiao Qitian had a good drink. Lin Zizhao looked at Ning Mengyao with bright eyes: “Sister-in-law can sell me two altars? ”

“This is not for sale.” Ning Mengyao shook her head firmly. This wine can only be drunk once. Others can only be drunk at the wedding. If she wants to sell it, it is impossible. Even if it is true, it will only be sold after marriage.