The color of Sanle pulp is like amber, and the entrance is soft, not as strong as fire like bad wine.
If you compare it with people, Sanle Pulp is like Qin Huaiyu, with more elegance, and the bad wine is just like Na Xuena, which is as strong as fire, and it is just a little bit.
Therefore, in Zhao Wudi's opinion, Sanle Pulp is suitable for a Wenchen like Wei Wenchang, who can get together with three or five friends, drink a few glasses of light wine, and write a few poems.
And the killers in the army should hold the wine jar and drink bad wine, let go of their throats and yell a few times when they are emotional, and then ping-pong fists and kicks are mixed and beaten, and then, they fall asleep upside down, and the sky should be used as a bed, how happy Mo'er gave up her place to Wu Youji, poured him a full bowl of wine, and then sat next to Zhao Wuyi.
When outsiders are present, women naturally can't sit at the same table, this is the most basic rules and etiquette, no matter how much Zhao Wudi spoils her, she can't let Lang Jun be looked down upon by outsiders.
Zhao Wudi accompanied Wu Youji to make a bowl, stretched out his hand and stroked Hu Guang's slippery chin, feeling empty in his heart, and there was a feeling of unfinished.
He had an idea and said to Mo'er: "Mo'er, bring Wu Youji the Jiannan Burning Spring that he sent last time." ” Mo'er agreed, and brought the altar of Jiannan Burning Spring from the inside, Zhao Wudi opened the sealing mud at the mouth of the altar, and a strong aroma of wine hit his nose, making him take a deep breath and look intoxicated.
He picked up the wine jar and first gave Wu Youji a bowl, then filled it for himself, picked up the big bowl, and said with a smile: "General Wu, this is still the wine you sent, and the younger brother can be regarded as borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, come, please drink" The two of them drank a bowl, and the wine fell into their stomachs, but there was a smell of wine gushing up from the depths of their throats, and they sprayed out of their mouths and nostrils Mo'er couldn't help but shrink back, frowning slightly, and holding her breath, because the smell was a bit big, and it was too unbearable.
Zhao Wudi cut a piece of mutton with a silver knife, put it in his mouth and chewed it a few times, swallowed it vigorously, and then said to Wu Youji, who was gnawing bones: "General Wu, I don't know if there are any people under your account who are good at digging holes."
The reason why Zhao Wudi asked this question is not particularly meaningful, that is, with the idea of casting a wide net, ask more people, and always find a suitable one to dig a hole.
Moreover, those who are good at digging holes are specialized craftsmen, and it is unlikely that the children of such people are ordinary pawns in the army, unless they are looking for them in the craftsman camp.
Zhao Wudi was originally planning to recruit craftsmen to dig wells in the camp, he had surveyed on the spot, the water wells in Shuofang City were four or five zhang deep, since such a deep well could be dug underground, it should not be difficult to dig a hole.
Who knew that Qin Huaiyu said that there was no one in the craftsman camp who specialized in digging wells, and the wells in the city were dug at least more than ten years ago, or even older.
If it really doesn't work, Qin Huaiyu is going to go to Xincheng, or even farther away, to find someone to dig a hole for him.
However, although the idea is good, time waits for no one, and when you find someone from hundreds of miles away, the silence is almost there, and you will dig a fart So, he put his idea on these border generals, targeting their retainers and private soldiers.
Because he knows a secret that is not a secret, in these years, the wealthy family looking for a retainer is not necessarily a master with strong martial arts, a master who can fight ten, and a large number of people with a skill.
Among the retainers and private soldiers of the generals of Shuofang, it is not unusual to find one who can dig a hole in the ground, just think of the rooster and dog thief back then.
Wealthy families, that family is indispensable to build a few underground secret rooms, dig a few secret passages to escape, once encountering the critical moment of the disaster of the door, it is good to escape one or two fish that have slipped through the net, so as to inherit the incense, and even it will rise again.
There are countless such stories, and it is precisely because there are too many fish that have slipped through the net that there are so many miracles of successful revenge in history.
For example, if Empress Wu can make up his mind and kill his last two sons, a large group of sons and grandchildren, and Princess Taiping, then Li Tang may really be replaced by Wu Zhou.
"Digging a hole in the ground" Wu Youji grabbed a big bone and looked at him with a flurry of words.
"Ah, that's right, the general asked me to find someone to dig a hidden hole in the ground and hide some important things that I didn't have time to move."
Zhao Wudi smiled, and casually found a reason to prevaricate.
He is not afraid that Wu Youji will run to Qin Huaiyu for verification, this is not a big deal, and Wu Youji is not very popular in the Shuofang army, so it is unlikely that he will be bored.
Wu Youji didn't look like he was joking, threw down the big bones casually, wiped his hands with a linen cloth, and chuckled: "You really found the right person, there is indeed one of my subordinates who is good at digging holes in secret rooms."
At that time, I wanted to build an underground secret room in my home to store some valuables, and I was introduced to him.
Later, after the secret room was repaired, he had nowhere to go for the time being, so he stayed at my house.
This time, I came to Shuofang with me, just to ask for a background, so he stayed with me in the name of a personal soldier.
Well, tomorrow, I'll let him stay and help you. ” Zhao Wudi was overjoyed in his heart, he seemed to be really related to Wu Youji, and casually said, he really found a master who dug a hole.
In these years, those who can build underground secret rooms for wealthy families, including the escape tunnel that Wu Youji is embarrassed to say, which one is not a well-known master to dig a hiding place for me, it is overkill.
Zhao Wudi, who was in a good mood, made a few more bowls with Wu Youji, and after drinking, one person used a silver knife to prick a large piece of beef and chewed it, and then made a few more bowls People are iron, rice is steel, and wine is the ecstasy soup of special mothers.
A large jar of Jiannan Burning Spring all fell into the stomach, and by the way, he also killed the jar of Sanle pulp, both of them drank high, and completely let go, and their mouths were full of "martial brother, brother, brother" Wu Youji seemed to nod his head, twist his shoulders and swing his hips and dance a song, while Zhao Wudi sang a song with a silver knife: "Children must be famous and drunk, and they are easy to speak freely when they are drunk."
The next day, it was a sunny day, the clouds were faint and the sun was rising, but the north wind was bitter, and the ice skates hanging under the eaves showed no signs of melting.
The madness of the night made Shuofang City as silent as a hibernating animal.
Fortunately, Zhao Wushu has succeeded in cultivation, and his evolution is relatively thorough, and he has opened a lot of distance from animals.
Last night's great sin can be described as hearty, but as soon as the sun rises today, he opened his eyes.
He shook his head, rolled his eyes, and a problem occurred, the scene in front of him seemed to have changed, and there was still a person lying on his chest, what was going on After a closer look, it turned out that he was not lying on his own bed, but sleeping in the compartment inside, that is, Mo'er's boudoir.
And Mo'er's little girl looked like that, she hadn't slept all night, and she had been guarding him, maybe she couldn't stand it anymore, so she tilted her head and lay on his chest.
Zhao Wudi was very remorseful in his heart, on such a cold day, don't freeze Mo'er
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