Since it had been roasted on the fire, Cai Boyu didn't care, and shouted: "Bring the wine!" ”

The childish childish voice and the cute appearance of the chubby are related to this sentence: Bring the wine! It was so comical that it drew laughter from onlookers. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Peng Qi gave a thumbs up and said, "The hero is a boy!" ”

Xiao Er quickly served a pot of wine, Cai Boyu didn't use a wine glass at all, raised his head and drank a big sip in his mouth, rinsed his mouth back and forth, and swallowed slowly: "Once the glutinous rice is soaked as usual, seven catties of fat mutton, fourteen taels of koji, one catty of almonds, and steamed to remove the bitter water." It is also the same as mutton, boiled in soup, leaving seven buckets of juice, mixing, rice, adding a tael of woody fragrance, and brewing together. Don't break the water, you can eat it in ten days, the taste is sweet and smooth! ”

Everyone was shocked when this statement came out! I didn't expect him to say it in such detail, even the materials used and the amount used were extremely precise, could it be that he had seen the brewing process of lamb wine with his own eyes?

All eyes stared at Xiao Er, Xiao Er wiped the cold sweat on his head and said, "Little one doesn't know, I want to invite my shopkeeper!" With that, he slipped into the small room behind the counter.

Everyone turned their heads to each other, what is the identity of this little fat man? How is it so clear how lamb wine is made?

A pot-bellied middle-aged man walked out of the hut behind the counter and said with a smile: "This little Langjun said that the old man can't reply, so there is no victory. I'm having a treat today, how about all of you here get free of charge? ”

Then the onlookers stopped: "Why can't you answer?" ”

The middle-aged fat man rolled his eyes and said, "If I want to reply, I must tell the brewing method of the lamb wine in this store, otherwise how can I judge?" But how can the method of making lamb wine leak out? ”

This is a reasonable statement, and it is indeed not allowed to be refuted by others.

Zhao Zhen smiled: "It's really good for you to say that, but who wins and loses, you just need to use this method to try it when you go home!" I'm afraid that when the time comes, the wine in your Gaoyang store won't be sold! ”

Looking at Zhao Zhen, who had red lips and white teeth, everyone suddenly realized, and almost fooled the shopkeeper, who is right and who is wrong!

The crowd dispersed quickly, and they all wanted to go home to try Cai Boyu's method, but the only difficulty was that the Da Song wine koji was controlled by the government, and private individuals were not allowed to brew it unless they were officials!

But many of the people who can go to Gaoyang Zhengdian to drink are wealthy business officials, which is not a big problem for them at all, and they don't take it out anyway to buy it, as long as they can drink it themselves.

Gaoyang Zhengdian was opened by the Liao people, which is a well-known thing in the city of Tokyo, especially when the friction between the two countries continues, the Liao people will sell wine at a low price to celebrate, and the Song people will triumphantly raise the price.

Although the price is still within the acceptable range of everyone, who wants to accept this wretchedness?!

Looking at the shopkeeper's fat face as black as the bottom of the pot, the little fat man laughed proudly: "Master Rabbit, you lost!" Hurry up! ”

The Khitan boy was unconvinced: "How do you know that I lost?!" We'll see in 10 days! ”

"You can always tell your people whether the shopkeeper wins or loses, right?" Zhao Zhen teased.

"Yes!" The fat man suddenly reacted and said, "You tell him quietly!" Don't say you're afraid of him leaking. ”

"Be a man and leave a line to see each other in the future, why is this little Langjun so aggressive?" A very authentic Tokyo official dialect interrupted the little fat man's show of power.

The surrounding Khitan guards dispersed, and a middle-aged man dressed as a literati got up and walked over.

Looking at his appearance and clothes, Cai Boyu turned his head and asked Zhao Zhen in surprise: "There are traitors in this Nima Song Dynasty?!" ”

The originally personable Zhang Jian stumbled and almost fell down, the word traitor originally referred to the traitor in Hanchen, how could he be described as a traitor by a Liao minister?

Zhao Zhen shook his head and explained: "The changes of the times have created some historical reasons, although he is a Han, he has lived in the territory of the Liao Dynasty for a long time, and after a long time, he thinks that he is a Liao, and he is a Liao, and the word traitor does not apply to him." ”

"Originally a Han but serving foreign enemies, what is it if you are not a traitor, don't say those useless, I don't call him a traitor? Why don't you call it a second dog? ”

Zhao Zhen nodded and said, "There's nothing wrong with it!" ”

Looking at the two of them singing and harmonizing, Zhang Jian's face turned blue, but then he turned back to normal and said: "I, Zhang Jian, was born in the Liao Kingdom, the Liao Dynasty protects my homeland and supports my Han blood, and my emperor treats everyone equally, regardless of relatives or relatives!" ”

"Are you Han? Please answer yes or no! The little fat man asked rhetorically. He was a debater in college and enjoyed grabbing the main points and stalking his opponents.

"Yes!" Zhang Jian admitted calmly.

The little fat man pouted disdainfully: "Traitor!" ”

Zhao Zhen explained with a smile on the side: "His so-called traitor refers to a Han man who wears my Han clothes, speaks my Chinese language, practices my Han etiquette, and marries a woman from my Han family, but is an enemy foreign minister!" I don't know if you don't have any of the above? ”

Zhang Jian was speechless by the question asked by the young man in front of him, he knew that no matter how he answered, he was on the opposite side of righteousness.

The corner of the immature young man's mouth in front of him exuded an innocent smile, but the words in his mouth were like sharp swords, making people feel irrefutable, as if he was really the scum of the Han people.

Years of faith and perseverance, but in his eyes, it is a ridiculous and shameful traitor seeking glory.

The child's innocent eyes are the most lethal, and Zhao Zhen deeply uses this in order to make Zhang Jian feel ashamed of himself.

But he is still too tender, and he has not been tempered by politics, even if he sets the trap exquisitely, it is useless.

Zhang Jian, as a Han man, has been crawling in the Liao Dynasty for so many years, even if he falls into a trap, he can climb up hard!

"No, no, no, today's lord of Liao, respect my Confucian way, practice my Chinese etiquette, wear my Chinese clothes, and say that my Chinese characters are his entry into my China, not China's entry into Diyi!"

The little fat man kicked the table leg in disappointment, Zhao Zhen pulled him and said, "Oh, it seems that you also admit that they are Di Yi, very good!" ”

After speaking, he stood up and pulled the little fat man away, and said with a smile when he passed by the Khitan boy: "Goodbye Diyi!" ”

The little fat man gloated: "Master Rabbit! Master Rabbit! Master Rabbit! ”

The young man clenched his back molars, and the little fat man in front of him was really too deceitful!

The playful eyes, the hateful curvature of the corners of his mouth, Yelu Zong was willing to endure it, evil was born from the side of the guts, and a punch smashed into the hateful fat face in front of him, Cai Boyu couldn't dodge being hit in the nose, and a sour feeling instantly made him cry.

Now it's not just Zhao Zhenmeng, even Zhang Jian on the side stood dumbfounded, and no one knows what will happen next.

Where can Cai Boyu endure it? He has been pampered by his family since he was a child, and he has the posture of being the eldest and his second, but now he is suddenly beaten, and he is blindfolded for a while, waiting for Zhao Zhen to help him up......

"Haha~! Lao Zhao, I was beaten by a little kid who didn't have any hair!! Yes!! He forgot that he was still a child, and he only felt that it was a shame to be beaten by a little kid in front of everyone!

Zhao Zhen's eyes rolled and said, "Think about the humiliation of the Great Song Dynasty!" The iron hooves of foreign nations suffered by the land of China! For thousands of years, we have been fighting against foreign races, either I am strong and the enemy is weak, or the enemy is strong and I am weak. Think of the Han Dynasty. That's right, let's go boy! ”

The angry youth just needs the stimulation of language, the little fat man instantly turned into a little tiger, and rushed up to hug the Khitan boy with a roar, due to the effect of the impact, the boy's back waist hit the table foot, and he screamed in pain.

The little fat man was still not satisfied, and rode on him to open the bow left and right, not with a fist hammer, but with a slap fan, and crackled loudly for a while.

The guards on both sides have been pushed together, they all have to protect the safety of their masters, but they can't use the knife, both sides maintain restraint, this is the Tokyo City at the feet of the Son of Heaven, if the knife is inevitably accidental, both sides will not look good.

The little fat man got up after being beaten up, and said to Zhao Zhen with teary eyes: "Uncle, it hurts Lao Tzu to death, and his hands are numb!" ”

Isn't it? The small hands that used to be pink and tender are now swollen like pig's trotters, and the red palms are as if they have just come out of the pot.

"Are you stupid? Why not use a stool! Zhao Zhen asked helplessly.

"I'm afraid of beating him to death, he seems to be surnamed Yelu, only the royal family in Liao can have this thing, if he is killed, we won't be in trouble!" The little fat man said with some fear.

Only then did he remember the identity of the other party, where did Zhao Zhen not know that he was asking for help: "You are afraid of a ball, I am making sure you are okay!" Besides, you're justifiable. What are we afraid of! ”

The little fat man was relieved, dusted off the dust on his body, and was proud like a triumphant general......