"What's so hard about that?"

Mr. Puyang said with a calm expression, "It is natural to be despised by people if there is a name, but there is a name without a name, but it can be unexpected."

According to the law of vassals of Xingguo, the sergeant had a private army of 36 people, and when the vassals went to war and made pilgrimages to the king, they could draw people from their own fiefdoms to transport baggage and grain. ”

Speaking of this, the old man smiled slightly, "The law does not stipulate the number and equipment of these people, as well as the vehicles for transporting baggage!"

Qingyang pondered for a moment, and also showed a knowing smile: "In this case, the Qing family's private army can go to battle with the army in the name of the people, and the baggage vehicles will naturally have to make some fuss." ”

Hearing what Qingyang meant by the old man, whether it was Zhong Bo or Qiu Niang, as well as the retainers of the Qing family, they all suddenly realized that they all showed admiration for the old man.

"If it weren't for the old gentleman's guidance, I'm just afraid that I would still be complacent, and I don't know that there are so many hidden dangers in my family!"

Qingyang said to the old man with a sincere expression, "If it is not early today, the meal has been prepared at home, especially the old man's favorite melon and vegetables. ”

Ever since he walked around the Qing's Medicinal Garden, the old man's eyes lit up at the wild melons and vegetables in the valley, and he knew the deliciousness of these wild vegetables that had been cultivated by the aura.

At this time, the fire of the dragon nest in the distance gradually faded, and the residual red light still illuminated most of the sky, making this heavy night more bright.

Under the leadership of Qiu Niang, the group came to the Qing's guest hall and sat down.

Qingyang, as the lord, faces east and sits on the main seat, the old man faces south and sits on the throne of the venerable, the Dashen Dynasty mainly faces the east, and the south is respected, and Puyang naturally understands the number of etiquette.

In the past, the diet of the Qing clan was simple, but now as the New Year is approaching, and the people continue to return from hunting, the meals have become richer.

In particular, many of the wild people ate a lot of food, so the meals prepared in the Qing kitchen were extremely large.

In addition to the corn and rice that are eaten daily, pork, beef, mutton, venison, donkey meat, and all kinds of meat are full of tables, which makes Xiong Xin, Lu Zhonglin and others, who like to eat meat the most, full of surprises.

In front of Mr. Puyang, a table was five feet long, full of twelve different styles of vegetables and fruit dishes, although there were many styles, the weight was not large, so he couldn't help nodding with satisfaction.

Pick up the big bowl of thick corn porridge next to you, take a sip carefully, with the mellow aroma of new corn, the plump corn grains are boiled almost melted, and the particles in the thick soup taste excellent.

"Sir, I'll pour you a drink!"

A crisp children's voice came from the side, so that Pu Yang, who was carefully tasting the food, couldn't help but turn his head to look, but saw a five or six-year-old child, carrying a one-and-a-half-foot wine gourd to make a Daigo boy.

When the vassals of various countries drink, they often use the young children they focus on as Daigo children, toast to everyone, and also cultivate the relationship between young children and everyone.

Although Lian Cang is young, he is a smart and clever little guy, not to mention full of wealth, and he has also read a lot of books with Qiu Niang, and he has great respect for the learned old man.

The little guy who has always been naughty, now makes a well-behaved appearance, which makes Pu Yang love him, strokes his little head, and chuckles: "Although the wine is good, it will be demagogic and depraved, you must not learn from them to be so addicted to alcohol!"

"Oh!"

Lian Cang responded obediently, and was about to turn around and leave, but once again he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Does the old gentleman really not drink?"

Qingyang also smiled after hearing this: "Old gentleman, you can give it a try, this wine is by no means an ordinary wine, but a self-brewed wine made by the Qing family······"

"The old man has quit drinking since he was 20 years old, and he hasn't drunk for 53 years now!"

Pu Yangxun stroked his white beard proudly, and said with a resolute and extremely resolute attitude, "I am extremely happy to have this table of fresh vegetables, you guys drink slowly!"

After listening to the old man's words, the retainers of the Qing family, who were originally quiet, suddenly showed joy, and the atmosphere suddenly became eager.

"Ogura, come to Grandpa Duke!"

Hua Gongye was the first to wave to Lian Cang, and the smile on his face was full of folds, "Since the old gentleman has quit drinking for fifty-three years, how can he be reluctant?"

Come on, come on, just to prevent these fine wines from going to waste, pour me half a glass more!"

Before the words fell, the old dancion was about to reach out to take the gourd in Lian Cang's hand, but was stopped by an old hand next to him.

"Don't be greedy, the lord finally came up with this kind of wine, do you want to take advantage of it?"

Gale was full of jokes and half dissatisfaction, a pair of calloused big hands grabbed Hua Gongye, and also turned his head to Lian Cang, whose eyes were shining, and smiled,

"Ogura, think about the windmill you liked last month, who helped you make it? Who is the best sister you like? Pour a little more for Grandpa Gale······"

"Old man Gale, you are so shameless······" Hua Gongye also shouted dissatisfiedly, and the two old men, who had always been extremely good, quarreled so much that they were red-faced despite the presence of the lord.

Qingyang just shook his head and smiled, but Mr. Puyang was stunned, it was just a glass of Qing's self-brewed wine, which could cause such a scramble.

Looking at the other retainers of the Qing clan, although they did not join the team, they also scratched their ears and cheeks one by one, clearly meaning that they couldn't sit still.

Mr. Puyang finally couldn't bear the doubts in his heart, looked at Qingyang next to him and asked softly, "Why are they fighting?"

"The old gentleman doesn't know, this wine is indeed not ordinary wine!"

Shaking his head and smiling, Qingyang slapped his hands, and moved out two jars of five buckets of wine with a smile from Shi Ming, making all the retainers cheer.

Even the female retainers such as Crane Qianxue, Shui Yingyue, and Huya couldn't help but feel excited, this wine can not only help them practice, but also make their complexion better.

"Bang~"

Li Shi Mingxuan skillfully smashed the seal on the wine jar, and suddenly a mellow aroma of wine overflowed.

The aroma of the wine was filled with countless fruity aromas, accompanied by a strong aura, which made Mr. Puyang's eyes light up and exclaimed: "Spirit wine!"

"It is indeed spirit wine, and it is brewed with all the elixirs in the Qing Clan's medicine garden!" Qingyang explained with a smile, which finally shocked the old man again.

"It's so luxurious!"

Pu Yang looked at Qingyang's eyes at this time, as if he was looking at a fool, "Doesn't the sergeant know that the spirit fruit brewing will lose at least thirty percent of the spiritual energy?"

Qing Yang naturally knew this, but he also knew better that after brewing spirit wine, it would be easier to refine, and the effect was no worse than that of the same level of elixir.

When he told the reason for the production of these spirit wines, Mr. Puyang was full of surprise again, who can have a green thief who can make wine?

He sighed again and again: "Luck, this is luck!"

Seeing that all the retainers of the Qing clan around him gathered around Li Shi Mingxuan one by one and waited to pour the wine, the old man finally understood why they behaved like this.

Smelling the fragrance of the spirit wine again, the old man's eyes hesitated, and finally with an embarrassed face, he gritted his teeth and said: "Since it is such a rare spirit wine, pour a glass for the old man!"

Seeing Lian Cang beside him, looking up at his little face, the old man was afraid of being despised by the young child, so he hurriedly added: "I only drink this cup!"