"Why is General Cheng in a hurry to burn the knife?" Li Xiao asked puzzledly, "Actually, the second pot head is more delicious, mellow and thick, and it is not easy to hurt the body." The old general is old, and the wine of burning knives is too hot, so it is better to drink less. ”

Anyway, the wine is also shochu, especially this is still pot wine, the degree is at least seventy-five degrees, this is a real high spirit, ordinary people can't drink a few sips, the old man used to drink rice wine and ale wine, which is basically low-alcohol wine, and now he suddenly drinks this kind of spirit, and it will hurt his body if he can't hold it.

"San Lang, don't you know, my grandfather is going to a wine banquet today, and I have made an appointment to have three drinks with an old friend."

Li Xiao was even more puzzled when he heard it, Cheng Yanjin was going to a banquet, making an appointment with an old friend to drink three cups, and then he had to burn the knife?

What kind of friend is this, a superficial friend, right?

Xue Chuyu explained with a smile on the side, "San Lang doesn't know, the old general quarreled with Xue Juma at the court meeting today, and he almost fought when he left the Golden Palace, and the British Duke helped persuade reconciliation and came forward to set up a banquet. The old general made an agreement with Xue Yuma, as long as he was willing to drink three cups, then the two would be reconciled. ”

Sure enough, there is a grudge, but I don't know who this Xue Horse is.

"General Xue Wanche of the Right Guard."

Three cups of burning knives, ordinary people really can't bear it, after all, they haven't been tested by this kind of alcohol.

"How big is it?"

"Say a good cup of three or two."

Li Xiao smiled and shook his head, what a big hatred this is, burn the knife, you take a cup of three taels for people to drink, this is not a pit person. Three taels a cup, three cups is nine taels, who has such a good amount of wine, can drink nine taels and seventy-five degrees of burning knives?

Li Xiao is also a person who has passed the test of alcohol in later generations, and he only dares to drink two taels, and if he drinks three taels, he will faint, if he drinks four taels, it is estimated that he will not be able to get up, and if he drinks five taels, he will definitely have to vomit himself, and if he can't say it, he will have to be sent to the hospital for gastric lavage.

"General Xue drinks a lot, this burning knife is not an ordinary strong, don't drink it." Baijiu is not rice wine and beer, even rice wine may drink people to death, let alone baijiu.

The dignified general of the right guard, or the captain of the horse, if he dies by drinking, Cheng will not be able to take care of it.

"It's just drinking, what can you drink, at most it makes him a little ugly." Cheng Wu didn't care, a manly man, or a battlefield general, what is it to drink a little wine, at most he will be drunk and make a fool of himself.

Li Xiaozheng said, "Brother Cheng doesn't know, my burning knife is not ordinary wine, this wine is ten times stronger than rice wine, rice wine can be drunk a lot by ordinary people, even if it is drunk, it is not bad, at most I sleep and my head hurts a little and my stomach is a little uncomfortable, but this burning knife is not the same, if you drink too much, you may have stomach bleeding, or even drink it to death." Ordinary people just drink two taels of burning knives, most people are only three or four taels, and very few can drink four or five taels. For example, the old general agreed to drink nine taels with General Xue, without knowing it, if he really drank so much, he was likely to drink people to death. ”

"So powerful?" Cheng Wu saw that Li Xiao didn't seem to be lying, and he became a little serious.

"That's it, I'll go get some wine, and Brother Cheng will try it himself."

Out of the front hall, Li Xiao went back to the bedroom first, and then entered the space. The space still serves as Li Xiao's laboratory and storage room, where he conducts some experiments and hides many sensitive things.

Burning knife wine Li Xiao actually has a little more, but not much, took out a bottle of burning knife, and took another bottle of Erguotou.

Originally, Li Xiao planned to store this wine in the kiln for a period of time, so that the taste would be better.

When I left, I picked a few cucumbers, went out of the bedroom, went to the kitchen to shoot a cucumber, cut some of the pig's head meat that had been marinated before, then cut a plate of pig ears, loaded a plate of fried soybeans, and took a tray to the front hall.

"Hey, it's pretty hearty." Cheng Wu said as he stared at the two bottles of wine in Li Xiao's hand.

"One bottle is a burning knife, and one is a second pot, all of them are scorching, you try it first."

Li Xiao poured a small cup of burning knives for Cheng Wuxian, the cup was very small, and a cup was only a small sip. Cheng Wu usually drinks alcohol, which is all about drinking in a big bowl, after all, there is no degree of rice wine drunk, and sometimes the drinking is directly about drinking a bucket.

"This cup is too small, the cat pees."

"Hehe, Brother Cheng, don't worry, try it first."

Cheng Wu picked up the cup, and without saying a word, he just took a sip of it. As a result, as soon as the wine entered his throat, his face immediately changed.

It's like swallowing a knife into it, and it's like drinking.

From the middle of the belly to the throat, it really looks like a burning knife is stuck in it.

His face was swollen and red, and he exhaled a long breath.

"Ho, good fellow."

After shaking his head several times, he felt that his head was already a little dizzy, as if someone had knocked him.

"Eat some food and press." Xue Wu had been waiting to see Cheng Boxian's good show for a long time, the first time he drank the burning knife last time, he was also on the way, and almost fell directly under the table.

Pick up the chopsticks, pick up a chopstick cucumber and stuff it into your mouth.

Crisp and sweet with some sour and spicy hands to pat the cucumber and swallow it, only to make the uncomfortable feeling a little better, he couldn't say anything, he ate most of the plate of cucumbers in a row, and finally felt a little better.

"Damn, it's really worthy of the name of burning knives, it's strong enough."

Cheng Wu looked at his cup again, he thought Li Xiao was stingy before, so he gave him such a small cup, but at this time, he felt that such a small glass of wine was already so strong. The small glass of wine almost knocked him down just now, and if he had a big glass at the beginning, he might have really gotten on the ground, and he was probably lying under the table at this moment.

"What kind of wine is this, it's just sweat medicine!"

Cheng Boxian felt that his grandfather was too ruthless at the moment, this Xue Wanche didn't know how powerful this wine was, let alone drinking three glasses, one cup was estimated to make Xue Wanche faint and make a fool of himself.

"Brother Cheng, try these two pots again." Li Xiao poured another cup for Cheng Bo.

This time, Cheng Boxian didn't dare to take a big one, so he picked up the wine glass and put it to his nose to smell it, feeling that it tasted much better, and then took a small sip.

When it enters the throat, it is very smooth, mellow and fragrant, and there is no feeling like fire.

"It's a good wine." He couldn't help but take another sip.

"Brother Cheng, slow down, although this wine is not strong to drink, in fact, the stamina is also quite large, and it is easy to get drunk if you are not careful."

Cheng Wu said with a red face, "San Lang, bring me two bottles of this burning knife and two pots, this wine is really delicious, this is the wine that the master drinks." ”

No matter how Li Xiao persuaded him, Cheng Wu still had to leave the burning knife and the second pot head, he estimated that the two bottles of wine must be burned and handed over to Cheng Yanjin in the end, and then he left the second pot head himself.

I silently mourned for Xue Wanche in my heart, hoping that nothing would happen.