The sun is shining brightly, but there is no place for shade. What's even more amazing is that there is no wind today.
After a bowl of peach wine, although it was refreshing and quenched his thirst, the secretary felt like there was a fire burning in his heart.
Why does the peach wine, which is usually the most thirst-quenching and fatigue-relieving thing, taste even hotter today?
However, although this wine is a bit weird, it still has a unique flavor!
And he, who was wearing a Gebu robe, was like this, not to mention the soldiers who were wearing chain mail and ringed armor. They were all feeling hot and uncomfortable, and they were also a little sleepy!
Of course I’m sleepy! Red wine plus white wine is the most intoxicating set meal. Coupled with high-sugar pastries, it is more likely to cause people to slack off and sleep.
"General Hamilo, there are no enemies here. We have to wait until we leave anyway. Why are you wearing such heavy armor? Even if there are some bandits on the road, do they still dare to attract the attention of you Askar?"
Askar is an Arabized Turkic word, meaning gray wolf. The standing army of the Kara Khanate garrisoned in large cities was called Askar, which means gray wolf army.
Historically, this term was later taken over by the Seljuk Empire, and Askar was the name for the elite of the Seljuk Empire at that time.
At the same time, this word was used in the names of many people from Egypt to Xinjiang in later generations. The founding president of Kyrgyzstan was named Askar.
Wu Yuan'er's compliment immediately made the Uighur named Hamilo happy.
In fact, the real core force of the Kara Khanate now is the Gulam Guards established by Saktu Bugla Khan and the Iqta Cavalry composed of various small and medium-sized lords. These companies went to besiege Balashagon. Those who are not qualified are not elites.
"Then listen to Zhai Burke, let's take off our armor and have a good meal and drink!"
"That's right! Come on! There is some dried meat here. Let's grill it. Just wine and no meat will do!"
Ma Yaozi looked at the Karakhan soldiers who were taking off their armor, and smiled so hard. They didn't wear armor. If these Aska didn't take off their armor, it would be really difficult to kill them.
Another bowl of wine was served, and Ma Yaozi smiled even more happily. The black millet wine brewed by Erlangjun was added to this peach wine. One bowl was stronger than the previous three bowls, and it was also sweet and not easy to notice. Yes, people who have never drank will become extremely drunk after just one or two bowls.
The so-called black millet wine is actually sorghum wine. People in the Tang Dynasty called sorghum black millet, a somewhat strange name.
The alcohol content of the wines at this time was not very high. For example, the world-famous Persian Sanlejiang only had about 212 degrees, and it was already known as the world's spirit.
As for the black millet wine brewed by Zhang Zhao, the degree cannot be measured, but according to Zhang Zhao's feeling, it is likely to be around 32 degrees, or even 38 degrees.
His original intention was to use it to make medical alcohol, but the amount of life and death could not produce the high-alcohol wine of later generations, so he had to give up.
And according to the grain harvest at this time, the high-altitude wine of 50 or 60 degrees is really too luxurious. For this kind of wine with more than 30 degrees, it basically takes four pounds of sorghum to produce one pound of wine.
The brewing tools, sorghum varieties and distiller's yeast at this time were incomparable with those of later generations. If it were repeatedly distilled to 50 degrees, it would probably take seven or eight kilograms of sorghum to produce one kilogram of wine, and the labor cost was even more difficult to calculate.
Therefore, Zhang Zhao brewed less than 200 kilograms of this 30-degree sorghum wine.
And what surprised him was that after the wine was brewed, it did not become famous all over the world as he imagined. Drunkards from all walks of life coveted it. After one sip, they became intoxicated. On the contrary, they were quite unsatisfied. welcome!
He gave it to Li Shengtian to drink. If Li Shengtian hadn't seen him take a sip, he would have almost thought that Zhang Zhao wanted to poison him, and then he became furious.
'What are your intentions? If you brew such strong wine, you will get drunk in just one bowl, how can you write hundreds of poems about wine?
Moreover, if this recipe spreads, once the rich and powerful families imitate it, the price of rice will inevitably skyrocket, causing a lot of trouble. Where is your winery? Immediately send palace guards to destroy it! '
have to! The wine was not sent out and the wine shop was gone, so Zhang Zhao left Li Shengtian in despair. Then he refused to give up and gave it to his concubine and cousin Cao Yuanxin to drink.
Cao Yuanxin's evaluation was, "What kind of pig and dog urine is this?" It tastes so bad! People who choke feel uncomfortable in their stomachs! '
This one is even more gay...ugh! vicious.
However, in the end, I found someone who was more interested in this, and that was rough guys like Ma Yaozi and Dunzhu.
They thought the Pu Tao wine was not strong enough and could not afford the Sanle wine, so the black millet wine brewed by Zhang Zhao became their favorite. The two to three hundred kilograms were divided between the two.
Sure enough, after two bowls of wine, the eyes of these soldiers who couldn't afford to drink good wine became blurry, and the secretary couldn't even speak clearly.
Wu Yuan'er and Ma Yaozi looked at each other. They both looked dumbfounded. They were originally planning to kill them so that they could quickly go back and catch up with Zhang Zhao.
As a result, I didn't even have time to show my knife, and the matter was settled with two bowls of wine.
"It's your fate that you fools will be lucky!" Ma Yaozi sighed, because if these guys weren't drunk, they would have to get stabbed.
But now that they are drunk, there is no need to see blood, otherwise it would be bad if they overreact and alert Shule City!
. . . .
In the north of Shule City, a strange merchant came to this snack shop without a signboard, at least that's what Li Qilang thought.
Every time this merchant comes to the restaurant, he doesn't eat anything else. He just asks for a few sesame cakes and a plate of mutton. Then he asks for a large bowl of soup with the mutton, and then he throws the mutton into the soup and eats it. A sesame cake and a sip of mutton soup.
And it was like this for three days in a row. Every time I had to sit for a long time, not talking to anyone, just listening to people chatting.
"Flax cakes and mutton in a basin! This is the favorite food of Chang'an people. The person you have been waiting for is here!"
Just when Li Qilang felt something was wrong, a majestic figure walked in. It was the bald man who chopped firewood that night.
But now he wears a leather hat on his head. At this time in Shule, the danger of being bald is still very high.
"Putting mutton in mutton soup is water basin mutton? Why is it different from what my mother said? She said water basin mutton is the most delicious in the world! Master Huitong... Uh, brother, did you read it wrong? "
Li Qilang clasped his chin. He instinctively felt that if mutton was thrown into mutton soup, would it be considered the most delicious thing in the world?
The bald Hui Tong glared disdainfully at Li Qilang, who almost called the wrong name.
"Your mother said that? Do you think your mother has ever eaten real water basin mutton?"
Li Qilang was stunned when he said this, right! His mother has never seen real water basin mutton!
"Then...brother, how did you know?" After Li Qilang was stunned, he keenly discovered Hua Dian.
Since his mother had never seen real water basin mutton, how did Huitong, who was a few years older than him, know that water basin mutton was like this?
"Of course I know. I tell you to read more on weekdays but you don't read. Not to mention the water basin mutton, even Chang'an City has records in the books!"
Huitong was quite proud of himself. When he was in Laoying, he was the most diligent in studying, but there were too few books to read at all.
