Chapter 22 Hungarian drunken secrets

More than 100 kilometers northeast of Budapest, there is a small town called Egel.Before going there, I knew that there are two relics from 500 years ago, one is the ancient castle that fought against the Turks, and the other is the large wine cellar that has not been abandoned yet. A Hungarian friend said that if we don’t want to stay overnight in that small town, and don’t want to take a quick look at the flowers, we can’t see all of these two places.So, which one to choose!wine cellar.I said. There are many touching stories in that castle. For example, only women were left to fight against the Turks there.Wine cellars have no such heroic stories.Hungarian friends are afraid that we will regret it.

wine cellar.I said. I know the heroic castle is worth seeing, but I have seen too many stories like that, so I want to see the secrets deep in the earth, not to mention the secrets that are still being passed on. The entrance to the wine cellar, now a winery.When the factory manager heard that there were Chinese guests, he hurried over without saying anything, and raised his hand to ask the staff to open the thick cellar door.As soon as everyone entered the door, they were enveloped in a cloudy cool air.This cool air from the ground is so huge, and there is an undoubted naturalness, combined with the surrounding dark light and limestone caves that can't see the end, it is really daunting.The three partners who were prone to colds shivered for a while and then hurriedly withdrew. The few of us took a deep breath of cold air, let the cold air permeate the whole body, and then lifted our spirits and walked forward.

Endless rows of wine barrels appeared, all marked with ages.Some independent cellars appear from time to time on both sides, and the iron gates are locked, storing some rare wines of special ages.The aroma of wine in the air is getting stronger and stronger, and the long alley in the wine cellar is getting deeper and deeper.I finally saw the end, and walked quickly, but when I turned a corner, it stretched endlessly. The factory manager said calmly at the side: We have only walked less than one kilometer.Now a total of three kilometers have been activated. In fact, the entire wine cellar is fifteen kilometers long.The twelve kilometers that have not been used will be cleaned up slowly.

These calm numbers make us very uneasy.Hundreds of years ago, in such a small city, the wine cellar alone was fifteen kilometers long!That of course extends to the ground outside the city, and the scope of supply has almost no boundaries.And so we have a hidden world, a hidden network, which is connected with the world above, but which has never been fully described by history. Just as he was walking endlessly, the factory manager had already stood firmly by the side of a cellar, and stretched out his hand to signal for us to enter.This cellar is very long, there are no wine barrels, only a row of long tables with dozens of chairs on both sides.The long table and chairs are all made of heavy logs, not planed or painted, but they have been polished to a shiny dark brown by the years.The factory manager said, this is the wine tasting room.

We were seated one by one, a young waiter came up, put a tall glass wine glass in front of each of us, spread a dark red napkin, it seems that we have to taste wine. The young waiter came up again, and placed four clay buckets equidistantly on the long table.We thought it was wine, but when we looked up, the barrel was empty and we didn't know what to do with it.Don't ask, just wait for the master to use actions to solve the puzzle. At this time, a bald man with an expressionless face appeared at the door of the cellar. He was between middle-aged and old. He didn't look at anyone or say hello. wine.He walked to the table and stood upright, as if waiting for something.

The factory director sat at one end of the long table, a little distance away from the bald man. At this time, he glanced at the glass jug from a distance, like a laser, and then reported the year, concentration and grape origin of the wine.As soon as the factory director finished speaking, the bald man revived from his standing position and immediately poured wine for each of us.He still had no expression on his face when he was pouring the wine, but his cautious gesture showed the supreme respect for the wine, as if he was spreading fine wine.After he had poured it for everyone, we held the stems of the cups, turned to look at the factory manager, and waited for him to speak.

The factory manager said: please!But you can only take a sip, it is best not to swallow it, just smack it in your mouth. After speaking, he demonstrated, held the cup flat, shook the cup lightly, glanced at it, then entered the mouth, moved his mouth twice, then stretched out his hand and pulled the empty clay bucket on the table to spit it out. What was even more amazing was, He also poured the half-sipped red wine into it. We watched this pouring with deep heartache as the glass was preceded by such ceremony.The factory manager knew what we wanted, and said that we would like to taste various brands of wine, and if we drank all of them, we would definitely get drunk.This was true, of course, but I secretly swallowed the wine out of regret, only to have to dump the contents of the glass into the clay bucket.

Try to be as slow as possible when pouring, and look closely at the crystal amber red that reflects the candlelight and pours vertically, like the eaves of peach blossoms in the spring rain without a sound. Next, the bald man brought up the glass jug again and again, and the factory manager reported the year, concentration and grape origin at a glance again and again, and we sucked, spit out, and poured out the defective products. I dare not even swallow the most refreshing and fragrant ones, because I already feel hot and hot, and the wine cellar seems to be no longer shady and cool. After several rounds of drinking, Tao Ranjian finally realized that the factory director had stood up, and the wine tasting was over.Several partners needed to support the chair when standing, but found that the chair was as stable as a rock and its weight was extremely heavy.The factory manager said with a smile that it is easy for them to lose their composure when they are drunk, and they cannot move this chair.This is also a wine cellar tradition that has been passed down for five hundred years.

We looked at each other and smiled, and each of us had five hundred years of blush on our faces. After walking through the long alley, we returned to the ground.The factory manager was careful, and saw our favorite brand during the wine tasting process, and each person gave two bottles, that brand is called Bull's Blood. The iron door of the wine cellar was gently closed, and outside, the sun was scorching like fire.There are not a few partners in the cellar, wondering why we have been delayed for so long.In order to appease, we immediately gave them the wine in our hands. It's another ordinary market, and another small remote town.If there is no special reminder, it is really difficult to see that there is such a deep and ancient wine cellar under the scene.

No one can say that they have fully understood the land under our feet. You see, there is such a drunkenness hidden under this troubled land.Even the hot blood of Petofi and Najib did not change its constant temperature, and even the two world wars did not disturb its sound sleep, what kind of stubbornness it is.Europe has too many things to show off, but what is shown off may not be important. Great wine cellar.