After Domon followed the army into the Tiger's Mouth, he was very curious about everything in the city, and this was the first time he left the grassland and followed his brother on the journey.

There doesn't seem to be a bit of grass here, and the herds of cattle and sheep on the grassland are almost impossible to see here. The ground was paved with stone slabs, and the walls were built in stone, and in addition to stone, there were many wooden houses in the town.

This is not at all the same as the Central Plains he imagined.

He felt that the Ming Kingdom should be a very rich place, the floors were all paved with gold, and there were as many cattle and sheep as you wanted.

When he was bored, he left the team and went to the town alone, originally just wanting to hang out, but he was attracted by a little er who was selling drinks hard.

The best liquor in Domon's life, he drank all the wine on the grassland, and always sneered at the wine of the Ming people. However, a few years ago, after his brother brought him back a jar of liquor called Yakiniji, he fell in love with Akito's sake.

Seeing that it was a big man wearing a Tatar armor, Xiao Er was obviously a little apprehensive, but he still smiled and introduced Domon to a small wine shop.

"A distinguished guest!" Xiao Er shouted loudly.

Domon enjoyed the feeling of being feared, and he felt that fear was respect, and respect was fear.

"Guest, what do you want?" Xiao Er asked with a smile.

With a wave of his hand, Domont said in stiff Chinese, "Serve me the best and strongest wine." ”

The best and the strongest?

Xiao Er is a little embarrassed, in the eyes of the Ming people, the best wine is not necessarily the strongest, and the strongest wine is not necessarily the best.

But he's also a smart guy and immediately thought of a way.

So, he scooped out the best of his daughters, Red, and the fiercest burning knives from the vat.

Seeing the two jugs of wine coming from Xiao Er, Domeng was a little puzzled: Could it be that this Ming man looked at my outfit and thought I was a bully?

Without waiting for him to ask, Xiao Er had already opened his mouth to explain: "Guest officer, the wine you asked for is here." This is the best daughter red, although it is not as good as the best wine in Shaoxing, but the entrance is warm and moist, full of stamina, and it is already the best wine in the store. This burning knife is the favorite of the peddler's pawn, the mouth is strong, like fire, and it is hot after entering the stomach, and it is the strongest wine in the store. ”

Domont muttered dissatisfiedly: "Ming people are trouble, the best wine is not strong, and the strongest wine is not good." ”

He didn't dislike it, and when he came out, his brother repeatedly instructed him not to make trouble outside, as if this expedition was not as simple as fighting the grass valley.

Picking up the wine, he drank the daughter red in two sips, he smacked it carefully, it seemed that what Xiao Er said was right, this wine was really the same as he described. Suddenly, Domon's mood improved a lot.

The subsequent burning of the knife made him feel as comfortable as the pores of his body were about to open, and the whole person was bathed in the hot taste.

Soon, he drank the two jugs of wine.

In the Central Plains, except for people on the rivers and lakes, there are really few people who drink so heavily, don't want any snacks, just drink.

Xiao Er looked at this tartar at the counter not far away, and his heart palpitated.

No matter why the Tartars did not commit any crimes against them after the invasion this time, the shadow of the past still stayed in the hearts of these ordinary people.

"Daddy, Daddy, Brother Niu sent me a garland." A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl playfully shouted to the shopkeeper.

The man was still at the door, and the silver bell-like voice had reached the ears of every guest in the restaurant.

Domon didn't care, and Gollum drank the burning knife that Xiao Er brought up for the second time.

Although the daughter red tastes better when he drinks it, he still likes the taste of burning knives, and he thinks this is the wine that Prairie Erlang should drink.

Hearing the voice, he instinctively looked up, and what caught his eyes was a pretty-looking girl, exuding an aura that made him feel restless.

Although the girl's clothes are simple, her pretty face is natural, and this kind of appearance is naturally not as beautiful as everyone in a place like Beijing, but it is far from being comparable to the ordinary small jasper.

Domon was stunned for a moment, this woman was like the brightest pearl on the grassland, so that he couldn't take his eyes off it at all.

As if sensing that someone was looking at her, the girl rolled her eyes, and when she saw that it was a Tatar, she shrank her neck in some fear, and ran to the shopkeeper with her tongue out.

The old shopkeeper bent his back and touched the girl's head very lovingly: "I don't know the severity of the stinky girl, don't offend the distinguished guests." ”

After saying that, he pushed his daughter inside. After all, no one knows if these Tatars will be beastly or not.

If it weren't for his physical illness and reluctance to bear this wine shop, the shopkeeper might have left this ghost place with his daughter. Now to go, there is no way out.

Not to mention that those Tatars did not let them leave, even the defense line established by their own people in the rear may not allow them to pass through.

Domon stood up and strode in the direction of the shopkeeper.

Xiao Er saw that his eyes were red, and he knew that this Tatar had drunk too much, and his daughter red drank with a burning knife, and he had not eaten any snacks yet, but he went down seven or eight pots in a stick of incense, and it was strange if he was not drunk.

He took a step sideways to block Domon's way, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, but the wine is finished?" Sit down, and the little one will be brought to you at once. ”

"Go away!" Domon's eyes stared at the door where the girl entered, and without saying a word, he reached out and opened Xiao Er.

At this time, he still retained a bit of sanity, knowing that this little two was afraid of him, so he didn't make a heavy hand.

Just a moment, the little two stumbled and almost didn't fall to the ground.

The shopkeeper hurriedly walked out of the counter, bowed and said, "This guest officer, but what is wrong with the small shop?" The guest officer is angry, angry, if the small shop is not well greeted, please forgive the guest officer. ”

Domon didn't know what the shopkeeper was saying, and all he wanted was to press his smaller body under him and do what his most primitive instincts were supposed to do.

The shopkeeper was willing to let Domon pass, and with great speed, he blocked Domon's way again.

Domon said word by word: "You, go away, otherwise, I, kill." ”

His hand was holding the scimitar at his waist, and his gaze was breathtaking.

It's a pity that he despised the courage of a father. In the eyes of a father, as long as his children are in danger, no matter what kind of suffering, they will not take it seriously.

The shopkeeper's face turned pale: "The guest officer wants to drink, as long as the small shop has it, the guest officer can drink." Behind is the residence of the little old man's family, and the guest officer should not be arrogant and unreasonable. ”

Domon suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched the shopkeeper's neck, and directly lifted the shopkeeper from the ground: "You damned Ming people, the scimitar is now in my hand, and I am your master." ”