C292 turbid wine

After Mo Ming left with half of the soldiers, Xiao Wen started to clean up the mess.

It was just that after his death, he had become the highest official in power in the entire pageant. However, there was not a single subordinate officer who could help.

Those youngsters were indeed not bad. They were all talented and had nice words to say. However, when they heard Xiao Wen ask them to come over and clean up the mess, they all stepped back in fear.

This kind of expression did not only appear on those young lackeys. Even Zhao Yun and Dian Wei were the same in the future.

On one hand, as martial general families, it was impossible for them to be transferred to a civilian. It was impossible for them to be transferred to a civilian for the rest of their lives.

On the other hand, they were also well aware that they could help their friend, Guan Yu, in both sides, but it would definitely not be beneficial if they continued to meddle in the rest of the matters.

After all, the political price was quite high.

Helpless, Xiao Wen could only ask them to call over a subordinate officer from the pageant department. With their orders dead, they had no one to rely on. They could only obey their own orders.

Although he wasn't very loyal in his heart, Xiao Wen still believed that they would obediently follow his persuasive power.

However, as soon as he said that, the children answered in unison and ran out in an orderly fashion.

Looking at the situation, those who didn't know better would think that they were going to war!

"You need so many people to send a message?" Xiao Wen looked at the back of the group of kids and grumbled.

But he just shook his head. This group of children's righteous actions today had already helped him greatly. He was also not a greedy person, there was no need to let him achieve perfection for himself.

However, after battling for so long, even though Xiao Wen wasn't hungry yet, he was sweating profusely and was very thirsty.

Thus, he did not pay much attention and directly went to the place where he had been drinking. He asked a servant who looked like a servant, "Can you drink this wine?"

"Yes …" Yes. Normally, everyone would drink here. " As he spoke, he walked over to Xiao Wen and poured himself a bowl of wine as if he was trying to soothe his mind. He then finished it in one gulp.

Thus, Xiao Wen also poured a cup of wine and tried it out.

However, Xiao Wen immediately vomited out the moment he drank the wine.

"Pui!" What the hell is that thing!? " Xiao Wen cursed.

When he first tasted it, it had a faint taste of alcohol, just like drinking pineapple beer and other alcoholic beverages.

But what followed was a surge of acetic acid.

Although Xiao Wen rarely drank, he probably only drank some of the wine at Heshan's banquet, and he also drank their horse milk at the Huns'.

Xiao Wen didn't believe what he saw. He added a bit more and saw that this wasn't some crystal clear liquor at all, but some white turbid liquid.

It looked as horrible as water with lime on it.

Although Xiao Wen had only drunk wine once or twice, he was certain that the wine was nothing compared to those wines. It was disgusting and maddening to watch, and it made people want to kill their servants and families.

Xiao Wen thought that the servant was just teasing him, so he directly punched the servant in the face without any hesitation.

Although Xiao Wen's battle strength wasn't particularly high, it was still comparable to that of a general.

After half a year of scientific fitness, his body was no longer at the level of a scholar. When fighting, he could be on the same level as an ordinary martial general without any techniques. If he were to use some special techniques that ordinary military generals did not know of, he could easily stall a super elite military general for thirty rounds.

Thus, Xiao Wen's battle strength was quite good. He knocked the servant to the ground with a single punch.

Looking at the confused servant, Xiao Wen didn't say anything and directly kicked him in the head. After beating up the skinny and wretched servant, Xiao Wen realized that the person who had helped him earlier, Wang Xuance, had actually appeared by his side.

"Brother Wang, what's wrong?" Xiao Wen stopped the "work" in his hands and cupped his hands towards Wang Xuance as he asked.

Wang Xuanzi looked at Xiao Wen with a puzzled expression. He asked, "Why did Mister Xiao suddenly become so angry and attack a servant?"

Even though he hated being caught and fed opium when he was investigating the order, he managed to get rid of the drug addiction. However, this servant and Wang Xuance didn't have much to do with the enmity between them over the Great Order.

As a result, Wang Xuance was somewhat puzzled by Xiao Wen's actions.

Hearing this question, Xiao Wen pointed at the servant confidently and said: "This guy dares to make fun of me. He said the wine was drinkable! Can you drink this wine? "

"NO!" This isn't alcohol at all, okay? " Xiao Wen thought for a moment and then added.

"Milord, milord …" After hearing Xiao Wen's words, the servant finally understood what was going on.

He quickly hugged Xiao Wen's thigh and said, "This wine can drink! Sir, this is wine! "

"You still want to argue?" Hearing this, Xiao Wen kicked the servant away and continued to punch and kick him.

However, at this time, Wang Xuance, who was standing beside Xiao Wen, suddenly ordered some wine and took a sip.

He looked at Xiao Wen, and said with a puzzled expression: "Mr Xiao, you can drink this wine! "Why can't I drink this wine?"

Hearing this, Xiao Wen revealed a confused expression.

At this moment, Zhuge Liang walked over helplessly.

He said, "Sir, you don't drink much. Every time he drank, he would drink fine wine. Naturally, he didn't know what level this shitty wine was at. "Actually, this wine is just ordinary turbid wine."

Hearing this, Xiao Wen felt that he had misunderstood something.

He quickly opened the super library to check and found that most of the wine that he drank in his later generations had been distilled. And the earliest distilled wine might not appear until the Yuan Dynasty.

In this world, the so-called good wine of Song Dynasty was actually distilled wine.

Obviously, in this world, other than an economically developed country like Song Ming, even the Tang Dynasty didn't have the ability to produce distilled wine.

Xiao Wen knew that the servant had been unjustly beaten.

As the saying goes, being able to correct one's mistakes was not a big deal. Xiao Wen intended to apologize to the chef.

However, at this time, he was stopped by Wang Xuance. If you made a mistake, you can do it, but if you apologize, you can't do it. Servants can't take it, and your status doesn't allow you to bow down and apologize, unless it's between nobles.

He threw out 10 gold coins as medicine to prevent others from saying that he was bullying you and making some bad wine to fool the nobles. Beating him up was not a big deal, as his brain wouldn't grow much in the future and he would have to deal with him.

Xiao believed that the servant should be furious at this moment with a stick in his hand and fight to the death with him.

Who would have thought that this fellow would happily pick up the copper coin and salute the two of them without even wiping the blood off his nose, even saying that he was grateful for the gift.

F * ck, you guys are the one who got the nobleman's temper out of me, Xiao Wen sighed in his heart.

In his previous life, it didn't matter what the commoners with flat hair wanted, but they had at least lived to the point where they were unyielding.

If there was a second generation official who beat him up and threw him a thousand yuan to see a doctor, then his second generation official's injuries would be even worse than his own. If it was in some other place, this second generation official might even die, as for the consequences, it was none of his business.

The hierarchy of the feudal society was strict. The nobles had powerful rights, and the commoners could only follow the management of the nobles. This sort of system had been passed down from the Warring States to the present, and had seeped deep into their bones.

The foreign mercenaries happily laughed and said that the servants' luck was worth ten gold coins. From these words, it could be seen that they really thought the chef was lucky. Xiao Wen was secretly glad that he was a noble now. Otherwise, with his temper, he would have been buried long ago.

Even if the current him were to seek death, he might not necessarily die. At last, there was room for manoeuvre.