Mrs. Wang came up with a big jar of wine, Zhao Qi was immediately dumbfounded, and he could even feel that his legs had begun to shake. Nima, who drinks and drinks from a jar of twenty pounds? In later generations, the average person's amount of one pound is already very good, two pounds is a veteran of the wine field, twenty pounds is separated from one person to get five pounds, it is said that the wine can not be sealed again when it is opened, this can't drink five pounds even if the bile is spit out, but how to look at Meng Tian and Wang Ben is simply not wanting to drink, there is no meaning of being too afraid, can it be said that the people of the Warring States period drink to this extent?

Wang Ben stood up and took the wine from his mother's arms, and began to be busy serving people, ran to the kitchen to get four bowls, put them on the table, and poured a bowl of wine by himself. Wang Jian was still arrogant, and he picked up the bowl and said to Zhao Qi: "Come, boy, the old man will accompany you to drink one."

Feeling the smiling eyes of Meng Tian and Wang Ben, Zhao Qi was angry, looking down on people, didn't he? immediately picked up the big bowl and said stubbornly: "The boy respects the captain!" Put it on your mouth and want to drink it dry, but when the wine enters your mouth, you find that the taste is wrong, this is not like wine, why does it drink like mash? It's just a little stronger than the mash. Only then did he remember where did the alcohol come from in the Warring States? Isn't wine all made from whole grains? The highest degree is in the thirties.

This is still a fart, for Zhao Qi, a veteran of the wine field in later generations, this degree is no different from drinking boiled water, no wonder people at this time drink alcohol and pour five or six catties down. He drank the wine in one gulp and shouted, "Good wine, another bowl." Meng Tian and Wang Ben, who were about to pick up the bowl, were stunned.

"Hahaha, the kid is refreshing, Ben'er is not going to fill the old man and Qi'er soon." Wang Jian slapped the table and gave Zhao Qi a thumbs up and said, "Don't call me any captain, you can call me Uncle Wang in the future." ”

"Okay, Uncle Wang." Zhao Qi bowed slightly and said that he had written it down, his heart was happy and blossomed, Lao Tzu was a veteran of the wine field in later generations, so he didn't believe that Wang Ben and Meng Tian could also drink, for children, just drinking five catties of water is enough to choke, not to mention that this thing also has a little degree.

Wang Ben poured wine for Zhao Qi and Wang Jian with a black face, and secretly slandered in his heart: You kid have to be scared, I didn't feel anything when I drank for the first time, and you will know that you regret it after a while.

Meng Tian and Wang Ben are waiting for Zhao Qi to make a fool of himself, who knows that he has been drinking with Wang Jian bowl after bowl, why is this still addictive? When Meng Tian finished the fifth bowl, he was lying on the soft couch and humming and touching his stomach, this thing was enough to hold on even if he wasn't drunk.

Mrs. Wang's appetizers and meat also came up, the dishes are all pickled vegetables, and the meat is also boiled, there are two cooking methods in this era, one is boiled, the other is baked, and the most important thing is that the noodles are also used to cook cakes and eat this pickled vegetables, noodles can not be seen, and places like seafood in Xianyang have never been seen.

The Wang family entertained Zhao Qi is mutton, dipped in pickles to eat, the salt content in the pickles is not large, salt is still relatively scarce in this era, there is no purification method, the alkali salt dug out is the crystallization in the red mud block, and it takes a lot of effort to take out a little bit, so under normal circumstances, there is very little salt in cooking.

Zhao Qi ate meat every day when he first got teeth, and felt that no salt was a big deal, but after not eating much salt for seven or eight years, he didn't think so, he now wants to hold the salt of the future generations and snort fiercely, and he is also secretly determined that he must come up with a way to purify salt, and then he beat his chest, why didn't he listen to this when he was in his mother's chemistry class? I still remember what my chemistry teacher said: "If you don't listen well now, you will regret it in the future." At the time, I scoffed, but now it seems that the teacher is right.

The mutton came up, but there were not many people who ate it, so Meng Tian and Wang Ben moved two chopsticks and drank some wine before lying on the ground and talking nonsense and pretending to be dead. There was no one to pour wine, so Wang Jian simply put the two leg of mutton in the big basin in front of his table, called Zhao Qi to him, and sat on both sides of the table while eating and drinking.

Wang Jian admired Zhao Qi's amount of wine very much, there was not much left in a large jar of wine, he and Zhao Qi drank about four catties alone, which made Wang Qian, who was already curious about Zhao Qi, even more curious, although he could drink four catties when he was a child, but it was limited to that, now Zhao Qi's face did not change, except for the frequent ordering of the thatched house, there seemed to be no discomfort in the others, which made him very surprised, you must know that Meng Tian and Wang Ben combined only drank the amount of him alone, and he was already drunk.

"Boy, I'm actually very curious about you, the old man heard that Master Lu specifically consulted Mr. Zou, saying that you are the reincarnation of a god, the old man has never believed in ghosts and gods, when others talk about this, the old man only thinks that you are a smarter child than others, you tell me, what the old man said is not true?" Wang Jian is about to be driven crazy by himself, as a military general, he firmly believes that there are no immortals in this world, even if there are unjust souls, he feels that there are no immortals, and he has been promoting this view to other martial artists he knows, but the appearance of Zhao Qi completely disrupted his plan, the world is pedantic, and those who are slightly outstanding will be regarded as the reincarnation of immortals, not to mention Zhao Qi, according to Zou Yan, it can even affect the luck of a dynasty.

Zhao Qi knew that Wang Jian would not invite him to drink for no reason, and this person didn't know what was wrong, people who were less than thirty years old had to call themselves old husbands, and Lu Buwei was forty years old and didn't have this habit, these two people were two counterexamples.

He had already expected Wang Qian's question, so he began to pretend to be drunk, and said with a wave of his hand: "Reincarnation of the immortals?" How did I not know it myself? I don't even remember my own background, what kind of immortal am I? Even his benefactor can't keep a bullshit fairy, the kid can't even remember Wu Anjun's appearance now, but he clearly remembers that Wu Anjun picked me up and recognized me as a righteous son, but he died soon after, and the kid felt that he was a disaster. Uncle Wang, you don't know, the kid is terrified when he sees the plate covered with a red cloth now, lest it is filled with a white blade, and the kid now thinks back, he hopes that he is really a fairy, and he can save General Bai's life at that time. Zhao Qi became excited as he spoke, and said his thoughts with tears in his eyes, he was indeed sorry for Bai Qi's death, and he even regarded him as his stepfather all along.

Wang Jian sighed and patted Zhao Qi's back to comfort him, he felt that he shouldn't question this child, he was indeed just a child who was smarter than other children, smart people can always see the situation clearly, for so many years, he has not said that Bai Qi recognized him as a righteous son, probably because of the situation, in order to protect himself, he deliberately concealed this matter, and the emotions he showed now should be his truest thoughts.

Zhao Qi cried more and more, simply picked up the wine jar and poured wine, drank a few large bowls in a row and lay on the soft couch without moving, although the drunk state was pretended, but he was indeed tired of crying, plus the effect of wine, his head was dizzy, and he fell asleep immediately.

Hong Sanbao came, glanced at Zhao Qi who was asleep on the soft couch, saluted Wang Jian who was pouring himself a drink, and then carried Zhao Qi back.

Wang Jian looked at the back of Hong Sanbao leaving, and had mixed feelings in his heart, Zhao Qi, this child is really good, smart and clever, not to mention, honest and sincere, and he is also a person who knows how to repay kindness, grievances and grievances are clear, Bai Qi just met a helping hand on the way, and he was remembered by him as a great kindness, and he dared not imagine the future achievements of such a child. It seems that Lu Buwei is also very fond of him, and the guard who came to pick him up should be dedicated to serving Zhao Qi from his expression, and seeing that he is worried, he is very worried about his master, he is a loyal guard. Thinking of this, Wang Jian couldn't help grinning, poured another bowl of wine, and said to himself: "Good boy, there are still some means, this is another general who will be determined in the future."

Mrs. Wang came out, hugged Meng Tian and Wang Ben on the bed, and then knelt beside Wang Jian and asked him, "What does the husband think of this son?"

"Very good, very good." Wang Jian shook his head and said four words, then drank the wine in the bowl, picked it up from the soft couch, and said to Mrs. Wang, "The old man is tired, go to rest first, and go to bed early after the lady finishes cleaning." ”

Mrs. Wang nodded in response, and when Wang Jian walked to the door, she suddenly remembered something, and said to Mrs. Wang: "Let Ben'er have more contact with Qi'er in the future." After saying that, he went back to the bedroom.

When Zhao Qi woke up, it was already dawn, and every time he drank wine in later generations, he had a splitting headache the next day, but the wine of the Warring States had no stamina, and he felt very sober when he opened his eyes.

Sit up, stretch, yawn long, get dressed and was about to get out of bed, a maid came in with water, and saw Zhao Qi sitting on the edge of the bed bowed and saluted, and greeted softly: "Little master, are you awake?"

Zhao Qiqi nodded, this maid only looks like thirteen or fourteen, he is a little confused, he only remembered that there were many servants in Lu Buwei's family, but he didn't remember that there were maids, and the two children were also served by the two ladies themselves, and he didn't know what the use of asking for a maid. If you can't figure it out, you don't want to do it, and jump out of bed. The maid actually wants to serve him to wash his face, is this worth it? Shaking his head fiercely and pushing it away, he wiped two handfuls casually, and after wiping them dry, he swaggered out the door, leaving the maid to clean up the basin and towel aggrievedly.

The weather is good today, and Zhao Qi is also in a good mood, and he started broadcasting gymnastics at the center of the courtyard. Not to mention, there are still some ways to do this broadcast gymnastics, I haven't done it seriously before, but it's really comfortable to do it seriously now.

An old man who had just come from the front yard smiled and watched him do radio gymnastics, and he stopped laughing after watching it for a while, and watched Zhao Qi do exercises seriously with a face, and when he finished doing it, he strode over, grabbed Zhao Qi's collar and mentioned it in front of him and said, "Say, where did you learn the physical training method?"

Zhao Qi touched his head for some unknown reasons, isn't it radio gymnastics? What's all the fuss? Who are some old men, why are they not polite at all? But because of the martial artist's intuition, he always felt that the old man in front of him was not simple, so he was angry and said: "This is the kid's self-created gymnastics, is there any problem?"