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All the Wine Jars were sealed with thick layers of wax. Ye Feihong carefully cleaned the wax off with a wooden stick. After opening one lid, he discovered yet another layer of wax sealing it shut. The sealing of this Wine Jar was indeed very well done. Just how many layers of wax were there?
Thinking about it, all the wine was brewed using a large amount of grain. Even Mo Qian would find these wines to be incredibly precious. After spending over ten minutes, Ye Feihong finally managed to open the Wine Jar. A rich and intense aroma of wine immediately filled the air.
This basement had originally stored more than ten fine wines, belonging to a winery owner who cherished his collection. With the passage of time, combined with the arrival of the end, this jar of wine had been stored for nearly a hundred years. Such old wine, when first opened, released its fragrance in no time at all, enveloping Ye Feihong's entire Farm Owner.
The entire Farm Owner was in a state of excitement. All the Plant People expressed their desire to taste the wine to Ye Feihong. Among them, the two War Trees were especially animated, dancing with excitement. These Plant People loved wine.
This left Ye Feihong feeling quite perplexed.
These wines had been stored for nearly a hundred years. The alcohol content was exceptionally high, and the pungent aroma was overwhelming. For Ye Feihong, it was rather unpleasant. It wouldn’t be accurate to say it was merely unpleasant; the intense scent of alcohol was unbearable for someone who had never consumed any liquor before.
It was akin to someone who had never tasted alcohol suddenly having a glass of strong spirits thrust under their nose. Most people's first reaction would be one of discomfort.
Originally, Ye Feihong had wanted to try the legendary wine and discover what it truly tasted like, especially considering the vast amount of grain that had been sacrificed to brew it. However, upon catching a whiff of this odor, he immediately began to suspect whether the wine had gone bad. If it hadn’t spoiled, why would it emit such a sharp scent?
In his farm, these plants seemed eager to drink it. Ye Feihong was unaware that even a hundred years of sealed fine wine was incredibly precious, even to Mo Qian. If the plants wanted to drink it, then perhaps he should let them. However, deciding who would get to drink it posed a dilemma. The two War Trees were his most treasured plants.
When they couldn't give it to them to drink, what would happen if something went wrong?
In his own farm, the least valuable thing was the Peashooter, of which there were a full six thousand. Ye Feihong chose one Peashooter and filled a cup with wine, pouring it into the Peashooter's barrel.
Gulp, gulp.
The Peashooter eagerly drank the entire cup of wine in one go. Its originally green skin turned a surprising shade of pink. The body swayed left and right as if it had contracted some strange illness.
Ye Feihong thought to himself that the wine must have gone bad after being stored for too long. Fortunately, he had only given it to one Peashooter, so his loss wasn't too significant.
The Peashooter's blood-red head grew larger and larger, as if it might explode at any moment. Ye Feihong cautiously stepped back a few paces.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The Peashooter fired three shots into the open space ahead.
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