Although we have to leave with our troops, we still have to eat when we are done.
Prince Azig of England held a grand banquet to see Wu Sangui off in the former Qin Prince's Mansion.
Wu Sangui was not worried that this would be a Hongmen Banquet, and only brought dozens of confidants to the banquet happily.
At least at this juncture, the Qing court needed Wu Sangui.
Otherwise Dorgon would not have made him the General of the Southern Conquest.
Even if Azig hates him until his teeth itch, he still has to endure it.
Otherwise, even Dorgon will not be able to spare him if he ignores the overall situation.
Therefore, Azig would not do anything at this banquet.
At most, he would just make some sarcastic remarks.
Wu Sangui didn't care at all about this.
He dare not mention other abilities, but his thick skin is his best.
When it comes to thick-skinnedness, there is probably no one in the world who can match it.
But it was said that as the evening approached, a group of big shots came to the table one after another.
Azig sat at the top, surrounded by his confidants.
As for Wu Sangui, he sat in the seat of the next guest.
Although it is as simple as arranging seats, it actually contains profound meaning.
Azig used a different method to tell Wu Sangui that after leaving Shaanxi, he would never ask him to supply food again.
There was no such thing as a guest army in the Qing Dynasty.
Wu Sangui was leading the troops outside.
Apart from the advance grain provided by the imperial court, he had to find his own way to find the remaining grain.
But Wu Sangui didn't seem to understand at all.
He smiled and picked up the wine glass to toast Azig.
"When I was in Shaanxi, I harassed the Prince of England a lot, so I used this glass of wine to make amends."
Azig's face turned green when he heard these words.
Well, you ate my food and drank my food while you were in Shaanxi, and now you just slap your butt and leave, toasting me with a glass of wine and it’s all over.
This is too cheap for you, right?
But as the saying goes, don’t hit the smiling person.
Azig had no reason to be angry even if he wanted to.
He had no choice but to raise his glass and nod his head: "Here, drink this glass to the full."
After speaking, Azige poured the wine in the glass into his mouth.
Wu Sangui also drank it all.
"The wine cup used by the Han people is too small, and the drinking is not satisfying.
Come here, bring me a bowl.
Today, I will not return until I get drunk with King Pingxi."
Azig also wanted to drink from a bowl for some reason, and after giving orders, a servant brought the bowl over.
Wu Sangui squinted his eyes slightly in thought.
This Azig is deliberately making him look embarrassed.
Everyone knows that Manchus drink a lot, but they don’t know why.
But Wu Sangui knew.
That's because the Manchus originated in the mountains of Liaodong and were a fishing and hunting tribe.
Because of the severe cold weather, they often need to drink alcohol to warm themselves up.
Even Shenyang, known as Little Jiangnan, has a very cold climate in winter.
Therefore, the habit of drinking after Jin settled in Shenyang was retained.
When the Manchus entered the customs, although the climate in Beijing was much warmer than that in Liaodong, the drinking habit was fixed.
Regardless of whether they are nobles or ordinary soldiers, they all like to drink, and they drink several cups at a time.
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If they are not satisfied, they just use a bowl and a cowhide wine bag.
Now Azige wants to make Wu Sangui make a fool of himself at the wine table to humiliate him.
It’s just that Azige didn’t know that Wu Sangui was also famous for being a good drinker.
When he was in Shanhaiguan, Wu Sangui never lost in a drinking contest with anyone.
This time, Azig hit a hard wall in finding trouble.
When the bowl was full, Wu Sangui picked it up first.
"Come here, I will serve the Prince another bowl."
"Um."
Azige responded noncommittally.
This time Wu Sangui raised his neck and drank the wine in one breath.
Immediately afterwards, Azig also started to suck the cow and drink.
"happy" Azige did not forget to shout loudly after finishing his drink, and then looked at Wu Sangui with provocative eyes.
He secretly thought to himself, you are a southern dog, I want to see how many bowls you can drink.
I have to have a drinking fight today to get you drunk.
"Come again" Azige drank the wine bowl immediately after it was filled, and Wu Sangui did the same thing not to be outdone.
"My lord, the wine is delicious.
This slave has not drunk such strong wine for a long time."
Wu Sangui seemed to be interested as well and said very cheerfully.
Azig laughed loudly and said: "If King Pingxi likes it, you can take a few jars of wine with you.
I don't dare to talk about other things, but there is plenty of wine."
How come Wu Sangui couldn't hear the subtext of Azige?
Does this guy mean that he doesn't plan to allocate the full amount of food?
This is not okay.
The soldiers and horses move forward before the food and grass are moved.
If hundreds of thousands of troops go on an expedition and there is a problem with food and grass, it will be fatal.
"How dare the slave take the Prince's things for nothing.
Otherwise, the slave will make a bet with the Prince of England.
If the slave loses the bet, the slave will spend a lot of money to buy wine from the Prince of England.
If the slave wins the bet," Wu Sangui paused deliberately.
"What if you win the bet?"
Azig asked eagerly.
He regretted it as soon as the words came out of his mouth.
Not to mention who won the bet in the end, he was already at a disadvantage just by asking the question just now.
"If this slave wins the bet, please ask the prince to allocate three months' rations to the slave."
Wu Sangui said calmly.
"Bold" Before Azig could even speak, the confidants around him couldn't sit still.
He pointed at Wu Sangui's nose and asked: "Why don't you want three months of military rations for one year?
Do you know that the supply of military rations is tight now that the Prince of England is particularly gracious to give you one month's worth of food.
Don't ask for it."
Uninterested" Wu Sangui didn't have any anger at all, he just said calmly: "It's just a bet.
Do you think Prince Ying doesn't dare?"
"you" The confidant was so angry that he almost died of anger.
But what Wu Sangui said is not wrong.
Since it is a gambling game, it must be different from ordinary situations.
Otherwise, why bother gambling?
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"Okay, I will make this bet with you."
A flash of light flashed in Azig's eyes, and he said very solemnly.
"Let me count these bowls.
I will drink one bowl, King Pingxi will drink one bowl, and see who gets drunk first."
"Slave dares to disobey orders" Wu Sangui was waiting for Azig's words.
He stretched out one arm and said: "Prince Ying first invites you."
Azig was not polite and ordered the wine bowl to be filled and drank it immediately.
Wu Sangui was not in a hurry and drank a bowl along with Azige.
His rhythm was neither slow nor fast, but very moderate.
Azige was a little drunk because he drank so fast, but Wu Sangui's expression remained as usual.
Both parties drank five bowls each and showed no signs of getting drunk.
Azige glanced at Wu Sangui provocatively and said, "If King Pingxi gives up now, it's still too late."
Wu Sangui shook his head: "Since you want to bet, you must bet to the end, otherwise how can you have fun?"
"Okay, keep filling up" Azige had already made up his mind to make Wu Sangui look bad, and of course he would not let go at this time.
The two of you are indistinguishable from one bowl to the other.
By the time he drank the tenth bowl, Azig was already tipsy, but still refused to stop.
His confidants saw that Wu Sangui looked as usual and was not drunk at all, so they reminded Azig in a low voice: "Your Majesty, it's better to take it easy first."
When Azige heard this, he was furious.
He slapped the confidant in the face and scolded: "You dog slave, you are like a dog.
You dare to interfere with my king's affairs, so stay away."
The confidant covered his hot face, feeling very aggrieved.
But he knew that there was no point in disobeying the Prince of England at this time, so he responded: "Hey."
"King Pingxi, let's continue" Azige's fierceness was terrifying.
Wu Sangui did not dare to underestimate the enemy and always drank at his own pace.
After such a round of confrontation, Wu Sangui had concluded that Azige's drinking capacity was not inferior to his own.
If he really wants to fight hard, he may not necessarily have a chance of winning.
So Wu Sangui decided to play a little trick.
He found that Azig drank very quickly, which was actually a disadvantage.
Because it is easy to get drunk if you drink too fast.
And if you get drunk slowly, you won't get drunk so quickly.
Therefore, Wu Sangui must drink at a constant speed every time, and try to slow down the speed as much as possible.
Azig didn't seem to notice this detail and continued to drink stupidly.
Finally, Azig couldn't hold it any longer.
He flopped down on the wine table and snored.
Wu Sangui let out a sigh of relief.
This Azige is really drinkable.
If Wu Sangui continued to drink, he was not sure that he would not get drunk.
Fortunately, Azige got drunk first, so Wu Sangui won the bet.
Wu Sangui was not worried at all about Azige breaking the contract and breaking his promise.
Because he made the bet in front of so many people.
If Azig breaks his promise, wouldn't it be a loss of face?
Therefore, even if Azig was unhappy and unwilling, he still had to hold his nose and admit it.
Wu Sangui felt secretly happy at the thought of taking this opportunity to vent his anger.
Now I have three months' worth of military rations
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