"Come on, everyone, let's drink a jar first to moisten our stomachs and drink it for a long time. Anyone who doesn't finish the wine in front of him today will be a son of a bitch!"
Yuan Qing looked at the three wine jars in front of him very happily, and then looked at the Huns. There were also three wine jars in front of each of them.
"You Han people are so stingy. It's just that three jars of wine are enough for who to drink? Give me three more jars!"
Badar pointed at Yuan Qing loudly and said.
"No problem, give this good man three jars of wine, come on, do it!"
As Yuan Qing spoke, he slapped the mud seal on the jar in front of him, and the sweet kumis flowed down his throat. I have to say that this stuff actually tastes really good.
The most important thing is that the degree is only a dozen degrees. When drunk, it tastes similar to the beer of later generations, and it is not as gasy as beer. It is really good as a drink!
This jar of wine only weighed five kilograms. After Yuan Qing finished drinking it, everyone cheered loudly.
"It's time for you all!"
Yuan Qing smiled sinisterly, waiting to see the joke.
On the way here, they also wanted to try something new, but with Yuan Qing's ability to drink, he only drank one bowl and actually got drunk until the second day.
When he woke up again, he felt a splitting headache that made Yuan Qing want to hit him to death.
Now it's the Huns' turn to taste this foreign sin!
Looking at the 5-pound jar in front of each of them, Yuan Qing felt secretly amused.
It looks like all the sons of bitches in this tent are going to get down tonight.
The Huns have always been good drinkers. As soon as they opened the mud seal, the strong aroma of wine immediately made everyone intoxicated.
"It's really a good wine!"
Even the military minister Shan Yu was a little moved. If he had known that the wine was so good, he would have wanted to get involved.
This thing was specially steamed by Liu Deng. Originally, he made alcohol to disinfect the wounded.
Just before they left, Liu Deng suddenly had a whim and made so much alcohol.
Seventy-percent liquor, drinking this thing into the stomach is not much different from twisting a knife...
It would be a surprise if we could drink one or two of these Hun ministers to death.
Of course, Liu Deng did this for future plans.
The Huns are located in a bitterly cold land, especially in winter every year, the temperature on the grassland can drop to minus 30 or 40 degrees. The demand for this high-quality liquor must be huge...
Sweet potatoes are good for everything else, but the yield is too high. After the famine is solved, next winter at most, these things will be everywhere.
No matter what, we have to give these things a place to go. We can't let the common people just eat sweet potatoes, right?
On the one hand, this thing can be made into vermicelli for storage, and on the other hand, of course, it can be used to make wine.
Isn’t this what the so-called sweet potato roast is made of?
The common people of the Han family usually eat too little meat, which results in almost all of them suffering from night blindness. To alleviate this situation, it is necessary to provide livestock.
However, this thing cannot be developed overnight. The fastest way is of course to change it!
Use sweet potatoes to make wine, and then go to the grassland to exchange cattle and sheep with these Huns.
In fact, Liu Deng had already thought of the price, a jar of wine and a cow, a pound of wine!
Of course, all of this has a premise.
That’s now, we need to get rid of this wine’s reputation!
"Don't just talk about good wine, drink it!"
Yuan Qing waved his wine jar proudly, indicating to them that he had finished the entire jar.
All the Huns laughed and started drinking from the wine jars.
But as soon as the first sip of wine entered his throat, Badal immediately felt that the wine was like a knife inserted into his stomach.
"What a strong drink!"
Badal's eyes suddenly lit up. This stuff was much more delicious than the Huns' kumiss!
"Hahahaha, of course my big man's wine is the best in the world!"
Although Yuan Qing said this, he had no intention of touching the wine.
The king had warned them when they set out that if they drank this wine according to their normal way, it would kill people!
Coupled with the last experience, Yuan Qing learned a profound lesson.
Live well, have a drink when you have nothing to do, and don't he feel good when your wife and children are on the hot bed?
Now that Yuan Qing's jar of wine has been drunk, these Huns have to pour it into their stomachs, let alone drinking horse urine.
As a result, everyone blushed and opened their necks to forcefully pour the food into their stomachs.
How can you drink this 70% liquor like this?
Even though Badar was physically strong and far superior to almost everyone present, after finally downing a bottle, he felt like he was starting to have double images in front of his eyes.
When the wine is in the jar, it looks as clear as water, but when you drink it in your stomach, it's not the same. It weighs a full five kilograms!
Even he couldn't bear it if he drank five kilograms of 70% liquor in one breath...
And those Xiongnu nobles were even more miserable.
Almost most of the people didn't even finish half the bottle of wine before they were already drunk and unconscious.
This thing, he is really no ordinary boss!
"Hahahaha, I tell you guys, you can't owe this wine bill. Anyone who can't finish the drink is a son of a bitch!"
As Yuan Qing spoke, he looked at Badal with a sinister smile on his face, then slapped the mud tightly and drank another jar of kumiss.
Yi Zhixie did not participate in their bet, but at this time, he immediately realized that something was wrong.
After all, Badal, who was sitting next to him, had eyes wide open and couldn't even speak.
With Badal's drinking capacity, he only drank a jar of wine. How could he be so drunk?
"Who, who, who said I can't drink?"
Badar reluctantly stood up unsteadily, picked up a jar of wine again, raised his neck and began to drink...
However, before he could take a few sips this time, he fell straight up.
"vomit--"
A fountain of wine spurted out from his mouth, and he was completely drunk until he fell unconscious...
The military minister Shan Yu was completely dumbfounded now. What the hell is going on?
"Hahahaha, Da Shanyu, it seems that I will win this time!"
Yuan Qing laughed wildly, slapped the sealing mud again, and drank the last jar of wine.
It was originally a good banquet, but now except for the three Han envoys, only Yi Zhixie and the military minister Shanyu are still sitting peacefully...
This made the military minister Shan Yu's face look uncertain. These guys are too useless...
