Since he was already being roasted on the fire, Cai Boyi didn't care and shouted: "Bring the wine!"

The childish voice and the cute and slightly chubby appearance combined with the sentence: Bring the wine! It looked extremely funny and made the onlookers burst into laughter.

Peng Qi gave a thumbs up and said: "Heroes come from young boys!"

The waiter quickly brought a pot of wine. Cai Boqi didn't use the wine glass at all. He raised his head and took a big sip in his mouth. He rinsed his mouth back and forth and swallowed it slowly: "Once the glutinous rice is soaked as usual, seven pounds of fat mutton will be cooked."

Fourteen taels, one pound of almonds, steamed to remove the bitter water. Boil it with mutton in more soup, leaving seven buckets of juice, mix it with rice, add one tael of wood fragrance, and brew it together. Do not let the water get wet, and you can eat it in ten days.

So sweet and smooth!”

Everyone was shocked when this statement came out! They didn't expect that he said it in such detail. Even the materials and amounts used were extremely precise. Could it be that he had seen the brewing process of lamb wine with his own eyes?

All eyes were fixed on the waiter. The waiter wiped the cold sweat on his head and said: "I don't know, I want to ask my shopkeeper!" After saying that, he rushed to the small room behind the counter.

Everyone whispered to each other, who is this little fat man? How can he know the brewing method of lamb wine so well?

A middle-aged man with a big belly walked out of the small room behind the counter and said with a smile: "This young man said that I can't answer, so there is no victory or defeat. Even if it is a draw, they are all here to drink. Don't worry."

It hurts the harmony, so be it! I’m treating you today, how about free of charge for everyone present?”

Now the onlookers stopped asking: "Why can't you reply?"

The middle-aged fat man rolled his eyes and said: "If I want to answer, I must tell you the brewing method of our lamb wine. Otherwise, how can we judge? But how can the brewing method of lamb wine be leaked?"

This is so reasonable and reasonable that no one can argue with it.

Zhao Zhen said with a smile: "It's really good what you said, but who will lose and who wins will be known after you go home and try this method! I'm afraid you won't be able to sell the wine in Gaoyang Zhengdian by then!"

Looking at Zhao Zhen with red lips and white teeth, everyone suddenly realized that they were almost fooled by the shopkeeper. You will know who is right and who is wrong after a try!

The crowd dispersed quickly, all wanting to go home and try Cai Boyi's method, but the only difficulty was that Da Song Jiuqu was controlled by the government, and private individuals were not allowed to brew it unless they were officials!

But many of the people who can go to Gaoyang Zhengtuan to drink are wealthy businessmen and officials. This is not a big problem for them. They don't buy it anyway, as long as they can drink it by themselves.

It is a well-known fact in Tokyo that Gaoyang Zhengdian was opened by Liao people, especially when the friction between the two countries continued. When the Liao people were in power, they would sell wine at low prices to celebrate, while the Song people would raise the prices desperately when they were victorious.

Although the price is still within the acceptable range of everyone, who is willing to accept this useless attitude?!

Seeing the shopkeeper's fat face as dark as the bottom of a pot, the little fat man laughed proudly: "Master Rabbit, you lost! Hurry up and scream!"

The Khitan boy was dissatisfied: "How do you know I lost? We won't know the outcome until ten days!"

"You can always tell your people whether the shopkeeper wins or loses, right?" Zhao Zhen teased.

"Yes!" Xiang Fatty suddenly reacted and said: "You can tell his head office quietly! Don't say you are afraid of him leaking it."

"Leave a little bit behind so that we can meet each other in the future. Why is this young man so aggressive?" A very authentic Tokyo Mandarin interrupted the little fat man's display of power.

The surrounding Khitan guards dispersed, and a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar stood up and walked over.

After looking at his appearance and clothes, Cai Boyi turned to Zhao Zhen and asked in surprise: "Isn't there a traitor in the Song Dynasty?!"

Zhang Jian, who was originally graceful, stumbled and almost fell down. The word "traitor" originally referred to a traitor among Han officials. How could he, a Liao official, be described as a traitor?

Zhao Zhen shook his head and explained: "The changes of the times have created some historical reasons. Although he is a Han, he has lived in the territory of the Liao Dynasty for a long time. Over time, he thought that he was a Liao, and he is a Liao. The term traitor does not apply to him.

he."

"He is a Han but serves the foreign enemy. What is he other than a traitor? Don't say those useless things. If I don't call him a traitor, why should I call him Ergouzi?"

Zhao Zhen nodded and said: "Nothing wrong!"

Looking at the two people singing in harmony, Zhang Jian's face turned green, but then he returned to normal and said: "I, Zhang Jian, were born in the Liao Kingdom. The Liao Dynasty protected my homeland and supported my Han bloodline. My emperor treats everyone equally, regardless of relative or distance!"

"Are you Han? Please answer yes or no!" asked the little fat man. He was a debater in college and liked to grasp the main points and stalk his opponents.

"Yes!" Zhang Jian admitted frankly.

The little fat man curled his lips disdainfully: "Traitor!"

Zhao Zhen explained with a smile on the side: "What he calls a traitor is a man of Han descent who wears my Han clothes, speaks my Chinese language, practices my Han etiquette, marries my Han woman, but becomes an enemy's foreign minister! I don't know.

You don’t have any of the above?”

Zhang Jian was speechless when asked by the young man in front of him. He knew that no matter how he answered, he would be on the opposite side of justice.

The young boy in front of him had an innocent smile on his lips, but the words in his mouth were like sharp swords, making people feel unable to argue, as if he was really the scum of the Han people.

Years of faith and persistence, in his eyes, are ridiculous and shameful sellers seeking glory.

A child's innocent eyes are the most lethal, and Zhao Zhen took full advantage of this to make Zhang Jian feel ashamed.

But he is still too young. Without political training, it will be useless no matter how clever the trap is.

As a Han Chinese, Zhang Jian had been struggling in the Liao Dynasty for so many years. Even if he fell into a trap, he could still climb out!

"No, no, the current Lord of the Liao respects my teachings of Confucius and Saints, practices my Chinese etiquette, wears my Chinese clothes, and speaks my Chinese characters. He is the one who has entered my China, not the Chinese who have entered the Yi!"

The little fat man kicked the table leg in frustration. Zhao Zhen pulled him and said, "Oh, it seems you have admitted that they are Di Yi, that's good!"

After saying that, he stood up and pulled the little fat man away. When he passed the Khitan boy, he said with a smile: "Goodbye Di Yi!"

The little fat man gloated: "Master Rabbit! Master Rabbit! Master Rabbit!"

The young man gritted his back molars, the little fat man in front of him was really bullying!

With the joking look in his eyes and the hateful curve of his mouth, Yelv Zong was willing to endure it no longer. He was so daring that he punched the hateful fat face in front of him. Cai Boli couldn't dodge and was hit in the nose. The sour feeling instantly made him burst into tears.

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Not only Zhao Zhen was confused now, but Zhang Jian standing beside him also stood blankly, no one knew what would happen next.

How can Cai Boyi endure it? He has been pampered by his family since he was a child, acting like he is the boss and the second child. Now he is suddenly beaten and is temporarily trapped. When Zhao Zhen helps him up...

"Haha~! Lao Zhao, I was beaten by a little brat who didn't even have hair on his head!! Ah!!" He forgot that he was still a child, he only felt that being beaten by a brat in front of everyone was a great shame and humiliation.

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Zhao Zhen turned his eyes and said: "Think about the humiliation of the Song Dynasty! The iron hooves of foreigners that the land of China suffered! For thousands of years, we have been fighting against foreigners. Either we are strong and the enemy is weak, or the enemy is strong and we are weak. Think about the humiliation, think about it

Seal the wolf and live in Xu! Think of the Han Dynasty. That’s right, come on, young man!”

The angry young man just needs verbal stimulation. The little fat man instantly turned into a little tiger. He roared and rushed forward to hug the Khitan boy. Due to the force of the impact, the boy's lower back hit the table leg, causing him to cry out in pain.

The little fat man wasn't satisfied yet. He rode on him and shot the bow from left to right. Instead of hammering with his fists, he slapped him with his hands, making a loud crackling sound for a while.

The guards on both sides were pushing each other. They wanted to protect their master, but they could not use the knife. Both sides maintained restraint. This was the city of Tokyo under the emperor's feet. If the knife was used, an accident would inevitably occur, and it would not look good on either side.

After the little fat man had beaten him to his heart's content, he stood up and said to Zhao Zhen with tears in his eyes: "Sir, it hurts me so much that my hands are numb from the beating!"

Isn't that right? The little hands that used to be chubby and tender are now swollen like pig's trotters, and the red palms look like they just came out of the pot.

"Are you stupid? Why don't you use a stool?" Zhao Zhen asked helplessly.

"I'm afraid I'll beat him to death. His surname seems to be Yelu. Only the royal family in Liao can have this surname. If he's beaten to death, we'll be in trouble!" the little fat man said with some fear.

Only then did he remember the identity of the other party. Zhao Zhen didn't know that he was asking for help: "You are afraid of a ball, I will make sure you are fine! Besides, this is legitimate defense. What do we have reason to be afraid of!"
Chapter completed!