The mustard in Huang Chong's heart has been gone, and he has returned to the stinky boy who talked serious nonsense before. said with a grin: "The handsome man is angry."

After all, the 800 spy war grass clothes guard was brought out by a single hand. At this time, like the apostles, they are carrying their burdens in the occupied area of Houjin.

If the instigator is left behind, how can he convince the public? How to re-establish a spy warfare system in Liaodong to prepare for the final decisive battle? ”

As soon as these remarks came out, Zu Dashou felt from the bottom of his heart, and Zuo Fu Zhu Mei pitied his loyalty.

Even Man Gui was moved by this kid's heart to serve the country, but Yuan Chonghuan stared at him for a long time, his lips twitched, and finally he stopped talking, nodded and agreed, but still sent Yuan Qi and several other personal guards to accompany him.

Huang Chongzhen not only did not reject this, but was very happy, and asked Zhou Ji to come over while it was hot.

"Do you have to dig up all the elites of this handsome?" Yuan Chonghuan rolled his eyes and said angrily.

I don't know if Huang Chongzhen secretly taught Zhou Ji the most essential artillery skills, in short, looking at the Guanning artillery camp, this little bastard's artillery skills actually came from behind, surpassing Peng Hairpin and others, and became the second-in-command of the artillery camp.

It is precisely because of this that Yuan Chonghuan has such resentful words.

Zu Dashou hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth fiercely, and sent his nephew Wu Sangui to Huang Chongzhen's command.

and appointed his cousin Zu Dale to be the commander of the spy war mission, leading Zu Kuan and other ancestral family members to accompany him.

Secretly, naturally with Huang Chongzhen as the core, there is no national letter, only Yuan Chonghuan's greetings and private messages, which are used as stones to ask for directions and knock on the door.

Zu Dale's military rank is Dusi, but Huang Chongzhen is like an awl wrapped in a pocket, which has already pierced the cloth bag and has a pointed head.

Although it is only a garrison, its prestige is no longer under Jin Shilin, a guerrilla general, and it is enough to convince the public regardless of his military exploits or ability.

The rough man-like ancestor Dashou seems to know that it is the truth that gold will shine wherever it goes, lest its edge be too strong and attract the attention of Hou Jin, whether it is killed or seized, it is a great loss.

So, he personally arranged for his younger brother Zu Dale to be his cover.

Sure enough, the people who really care about you will do everything possible to protect you.

Huang Chongzhen didn't say anything thankful, but silently remembered it in his heart.

Now that the list of Kim's spies has been finalized, the next step is to wait for the emperor's will, and at the same time make full preparations for this diplomatic trip that requires great wisdom and courage, such as preparing some gifts or something.

Huang Chongzhen felt that alabaster was definitely a good gift, after all, the cold in Liaodong was so harsh and dry, it would definitely cause greater damage to the snow-white skin of Liaodong women.

Especially for those Jurchen Fujin who have just changed from fishing and hunting to staying at home to enjoy Qingfu, the emollient alabaster is definitely an artifact for skin maintenance.

The production of alabaster is actually quite complicated, but if it is only used for the Jurchen women, it is much simpler.

After making some Chinese herbs and mashing them, and then heating, stirring, purifying and other links, it can be called extracting the essence of plants in nature.

Then make the color a little more beautiful, make it condense into frost, put it in a box, and rub it on the woman's delicate face and hands, like a snowflake melting on the skin, moist and cold, hence the name.

However, Huang Chongzhen is obviously a little unlearned in this regard, the knowledge he has is not very reliable, and his skills are not very good.

A group of big men got together to study skin care products for women in enemy countries, and it took a long time to have a little idea, but they still experienced countless failures.

In the end, it was Wu Sangui who rode a fast horse and sneaked into the pass, went to a nearby big city, and tied up some Qinglou women who loved to dress up.

Under their guidance, the emperor's will was achieved, and he succeeded.

Huang Chongzhen gave Wu Sangui a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart, and praised: "In addition to the woman herself, the person who knows women best is really you, Wu Sangui, Young Master Wu." ”

How did Wu Sangui listen to it, this was like a sarcasm and praise, especially when this kid once said that he would eventually be angry at the crown for a woman, and thus fall to the underestimation of life, which made him even more unhappy.

However, this kid has never praised people so much, and Wu Sangui, who is unlearned and unskilled, couldn't find good words to refute for a while, so he had to reluctantly accept it.

The gifts for the noble women of the Houjin who have begun to pay attention to maintenance are ready, and it is natural to think about what to give to the brave men of the Houjin.

Huang Chongzhen still has some understanding of men's interests and hobbies, except for young and beautiful women, there is nothing more than power, wealth, tobacco and alcohol.

The aristocratic men of the Later Jin Dynasty never lacked power and wealth, so they only had to consider the latter two.

Time was pressing, and the cigarettes were too late to be made.

However, it is still very easy to distill some spirits with a very high degree by distillation.

Because the ordinary Han people are the most industrious, almost every family will brew a large vat of rice wine when the winter is about to pass.

After a summer, the rice wine is drunk, and the sake lees are fried and eaten according to the old practice, and the richer ones will be fed to the pigs, and the luxury people will take it to the fertile fields.

Huang Chongzhen felt that no matter what method he used, it was the greatest disrespect for these treasures.

Because his adoptive father, who was not happy with alcohol, had always used it to burn soju and make wine with wine.

The wine that is as clear as the Changbai landscape, the rich aroma of the wine, the sweet delicacy, the spicy in the mouth, and the domineering like a flame calcined in the stomach are a great challenge for men.

However, this creature naturally likes to control those things that are difficult to control, and it seems that if it can't control it, it can't be considered a real man, and if it doesn't have the courage or even the heart to control it, then it's not even a man.

Even girls will look down on these men.

Especially for the men who think highly of themselves in Houjin, if they either boast of being an eagle on the grassland, or compare themselves to the sea Dongqing between the white mountains and black waters, and the liquor that is as strong as a flame at more than 60 degrees, it must be extremely in line with their appetite.

The strong and difficult Chinese men naturally prefer this bite very much.

Bold and shuang, such as Huang Chong, Zhenzu Dashou and others, of course, can not be an exception.

When the mellow wine flows out of a hollowed-out bamboo pole like a transparent spring.

Even Huang Chongzhen, who had drunk countless drinks, couldn't wait to pick up a huge porcelain bowl, took a full bowl and tasted it fiercely, and felt happy.

To be honest, even the fruit wine distilled for Master Xu Wei before has never reached this degree.

Looking at the group of comrades-in-arms who stretched their necks and swallowed saliva, Huang Chongzhen laughed and gave the big porcelain bowl to Zhou Ji.

Because Zhou Ji had previous experiences, he only followed his example and drank a big sip.

But he was afraid that the mellow smell of wine would drift out, so he swallowed it with his mouth closed, and passed the bowl down while giving a thumbs up.

Scar Liu Ting never seemed to know what fear was, and he finished the remaining half bowl of liquor with a straight neck.

Wu Sangui craned his neck and saw that there was not a drop left, and he was about to lose his temper with the young master, and he almost cried.

Fortunately, Liu Ting personally took a large bowl and handed it to him, and he burst into tears and laughed.

However, since this kid was seriously injured last time, it seems that he has changed as a person, and the recklessness of "going out of the city to chase and behead and return" has subsided a lot, but he seems to have become very fond of temptation.

However, Liu Tinghu stared at him like a hungry wolf with that hideous scarred face......

Wu Sangui realized that there was no such advantage as pouring wine from his predecessors, so he had to learn from him, and with a stiff neck, he stuffed the bowl of particularly full liquor.

Wu Sangui instantly felt that his mouth and tongue were extremely sweet and spicy, and his stomach was like a fire calcining, even if he forcibly endured it, he couldn't help coughing violently.

Zu Dashou happened to pass by, and when he saw that his cheap nephew seemed to be being bullied, he walked up with a tiger face.

Huang Chongzhen didn't wait for Wu Sangui to complain, so he handed over a bowl of wine.

Before the wine arrived, the strong aroma of the wine had already hooked Zu Dashou, and he immediately forgot that he was here to support his nephew, and asked, "What kind of wine is this?" Why is it so mellow? ”

Huang Chongzhen said: "This is called burning a knife, and in the future, if you operate on the wounded soldiers, you will use this thing to disinfect it." ”

Before he finished speaking, Zu Dashou had already poured this bowl of wine into his huge stomach.

Although his entire rough face was instantly flushed with the strong smell of wine, he only opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of fragrant wine, as if it had been dissolved.

Then he glared at Huang Chongzhen, mixed with bad breath, and blurted out with fishy foam: "How can you do that, isn't that a tyrannical thing?" This wine is so good! Cheng Bi Niang's refreshment! Give me another bowl! ”

Huang Chongzhen poured him another bowl, and watched him pour it into his belly in the same way, so he gave him a heartfelt thumbs up and praised: "The general is really a man!" ”

Zu Dashou glared at Wu Sangui fiercely, as if to say, "How can you shame Lao Tzu with all your kids." ”

Then, he glared at Huang Chongzhen with eyes the size of copper bells, and scolded: "You kid, such a good wine, why did you wait until this moment to honor your grandfather?" ”

"Grandpa? That's a name for itself. In the past six months, the wind and rain have come and gone, how can you have a moment of your own time and space? Even if you have the heart to honor the marshal and the general, you don't have this leisure. ”

Huang Chongzhen shrugged his shoulders and smiled bitterly while slandering, and then promised: "From now on, whether it is disinfecting the wounded or giving people to drink, the burning knife will definitely be enough." ”

This made the seemingly rough but actually cunning Guan Ning General Soldier let out a string of barbell-like laughs.

However, when he heard that such a fine wine would have to be moved to Houjin free of charge, the boss was reluctant.

His eyes purred, and he called his men and poured at least half a jar of water into the jars of wine that had been prepared in advance.