After the wine tasting, an additional "Xue's Winery" soon opened in Zhengxing Mansion.
It takes time to make wine, but the aftermath of the reception is still fermenting.
Relying on Xue Ren's identity, Zhao Jin quickly became involved with businessmen from all walks of life.
He walks around in major restaurants almost every day, attracting the attention of many people.
“Mr.
"Why is Mr. Xue so free today? Why aren't you with Mr. Xie?"
"Mr. Xue, my young master invites you to come over and listen to music!"
The word "Xue Ren" became very popular for a while, and Zhao Jin welcomed everyone with a smile.
When Chen Ping heard Xie Zhiyuan talking about it, he couldn't help but admire it secretly.
If he hadn't seen Zhao Jin full of hostility that night, he might have really thought they were two people.
Fortunately, the plan went smoothly. Everyone had already agreed not to meet unless necessary, to minimize contact, and to wait for Zhao Jin's news before meeting again.
Even Xie Zhiyuan stopped going to Zhuyuan because he was worried that Ling Shu would find out.
One month later, inside Cuiyun Building.
"Mr. Xue, you are finally here!"
"Boss Ling invited me personally," Zhao Jin asked jokingly, "Is there some big business?"
“Mr.
"I have known for a long time that Boss Ling has a wide network and has branches in Beijing. He is really awesome!"
"It's not mine, it's a tavern opened by a friend of mine in the early years. Now it's become a tavern, and it's located on Donglong Street."
Zhao Jin had never been to the capital and didn't know where Donglong Street was, so she had to ask quietly: "How many altars does Boss Ling plan to order this time?"
Ling Shu immediately said: "This time we will set four hundred altars."
Zhao Jin hesitated slightly, "With four hundred jars, the winery may not be able to brew it for a while."
"You'd better trouble Mr. Xue to go to the capital first. After all, the dignitaries want it. Do you think it will be ready when it's all ready, so I can send someone to pick it up." Ling Shu looked a little anxious and asked Zhao Jin for help. p>
Zhao Jin thought for a while and then said, "Well, I haven't been back to Beijing for many years, so I will go and see it off in person this time."
"Where can I get you to deliver the goods in person?"
"Hasn't it been several years since I've been back to the capital? It just so happens that I can go back and visit Uncle Xie." Zhao Jin explained.
As soon as these words came out, Ling Shu showed a flattering look, "Oh, that's as it should be. Master Xue, please say hello to me."
"That's natural. If it weren't for Boss Ling's help, I, Xue Ren, might not be able to gain a foothold in Zhengxing Mansion."
"Hahaha, Mr. Xue's words are very polite."
Zhao Jin flattered a few words, and then asked casually: "I wonder what the name of that restaurant is?"
"Welcome!"
......
Two hours later, Zhao Jin received news that he needed to meet with Chen Ping, saying that they had something to discuss.
Zhang Zhang and other guards were scattered in the darkness of the wine shop, and Chen Ping entered through the back door.
"Chen Ping, Mr. Xie, I have good news."
After seeing him arriving, Zhao Jin immediately said excitedly.
Xie Zhiyuan asked: "Do you have any clues?"
"Not sure yet, but I finally have a direction."
Chen Ping reacted very quickly, "Is it related to Cuiyun Tower?"
Zhao Jin nodded and synchronized the situation to them.
Xie Zhiyuan's eyebrows moved slightly, "Welcoming guests? Where is it..."
"Brother, have you heard of this place?" Chen Ping asked.
Xie Zhiyuan replied: "Welcoming guests are located on the main road of Donglong Street in the inner city of the capital, not far from the city wall of the imperial palace."
In the imperial city, the outer city is like a fortress, and the inner city is filled with dignitaries and the main roads of the palace, and the imperial army patrols passing by.
To build a restaurant at the feet of this emperor, money is not enough, you also need a strong backing.
Chen Ping had an idea, "What's the last name of the boss of this restaurant?"
"My surname is Zhou. He is about forty years old. He doesn't show up much on weekdays, but I don't go there much and I only saw him once."
"Then what kind of customers are usually in this restaurant?"
"There are many, ranging from officials to wealthy businessmen. It is a famous restaurant in the capital."
"No matter what, I must go there to welcome guests," Chen Ping said solemnly, "Maybe it has something to do with Qi Hongming."
"By the way, Brother Zhao. When you go to the capital this time, you drop by my house and bring a few jars of wine to my father. Anyway, you told Ling Shu that you were going to visit, so why not do it for real? And the old man is probably pregnant.
I'm so angry that I can drink some wine to calm him down." Xie Zhiyuan had a headache when he thought of his father, and he had written to him over and over again urging him to return to Beijing.
Zhao Jin nodded, feeling that this arrangement was the most appropriate.
......
Zhao Jin left for the capital, Xie Zhiyuan continued to play the role of a playboy and had fun every day, while Chen Ping returned to Zhuyuan to study quietly.
On this day, Zhao Wenhe stuffed him with a lot of handouts and asked him with a straight face, "Are you too busy lately?"
Chen Ping felt ashamed and replied: "Students must make up their homework as soon as possible."
"You must memorize these lectures and read them frequently. Things are not peaceful these days."
Chen Ping's heart moved slightly, Zhao Wenhe sighed and left with his hands behind his back.
Returning to the room and opening the handouts, they all talked about the training of strong soldiers, the development of strong soldiers and horses, or about regional territories, nomadic states, etc. The intention was obvious.
A few months ago, good news came from the north, and I thought the war had eased a lot, but now it seems that may not be the case.
Chen Ping's premonition soon came true, and half a month later he received a long letter from the northern border.
The letter writer turned out to be Li Feng, whom I had not heard from for many years.
Chen Ping opened the letter with surprise and joy, but was so shocked by what was said in the letter that his scalp went numb.
[Huishu personally opened the letter. It has been a long time since I sent you a letter. I am very happy to hear that you have won the first place again. I was in the north, and it was inconvenient to read the book. Also, the war was in full swing, so I often ran around here and there...]
The handwriting is sharp, as if mixed with the spirit of war, and the strokes and strokes are extremely tight. There are some creases on the paper, and the corners are not very clean. It must have been written in a hurry during the march.
Chen Ping calmed down and continued reading.
[At the beginning of the year, Beidi once again mobilized troops, and there were actually 30,000 people. The bandits attacked the city at night, killing many people, such as slaughtering livestock, mourning men and women, burning the city and barns, and killing all the chickens and dogs! Children under fifteen were captured as prisoners.
Children under the age of three were turned into livestock, forcing our army to surrender to the north. If we don’t surrender for one day, we will kill hundreds of people; if we don’t surrender for ten days, we will kill thousands of people!]
"Beast!"
When Chen Ping saw this, he suddenly felt angry in his heart, and his hand holding the letter suddenly clenched.
Li Feng felt even more resentful when he was in the situation.
[In the battle to destroy the barbarians, our army suffered 60,000 casualties. The enemy was cunning and trapped General Cheng Mu in the snow. The general was captured and would rather die than surrender. He killed himself with a spear. His remains were sent back to the enemy, but his limbs were missing.
It’s beyond recognition! It really horrifies our army! It makes me hate it!]
Chen Ping took a deep breath and his fists trembled.
[An army of 100,000 people was defeated, but less than 30,000 were defeated. The imperial court issued an order to recruit troops. It was difficult for the new soldiers to support them. The long bows were difficult to bend, and the armor was heavy. It was a waste of life, but it had to be done! This added to the pile of corpses and debris everywhere.
, almost dyeing the grassland red! From the beginning of the year to April, there were dozens of battles, large and small, and more than 70,000 people were killed or injured, before they finally protected the border forts and prevented animals from crossing the border.]
"Seventy thousand people!"
Chen Ping's face turned pale, real war is so cruel.
If I remember correctly, this was the only "big victory" the Daiyu Dynasty had this year. It took 70,000 people to achieve the victory. What a tragic victory it was.
He took a sip of water, his heart heaving violently, and then he continued to look at the last picture.
[However, it rained continuously all night, but at this moment, the Langya Rangers attacked from the east to the west, and actually robbed the army of food and grass, and almost caused the soldiers to starve to death in the Wubao!]
In the end, Li Feng was ordered to face the danger, and he led 3,000 dead soldiers to break out of the siege, killing until only about 700 people were left, and then he found reinforcements.
And precisely because of this, he was seriously injured with an arrow in each hand and leg, but he survived by chance. Unlike other dead soldiers, most of them died due to excessive injuries and painful wounds.
In this day and age, it is a miracle to survive such a serious injury!
The letter also mentioned the situation of my cousin Chen Jun, [Chen Jun was transferred to the cavalry battalion a year ago. Due to the distance and the lack of communication, there is no news yet. Don’t worry, I am fine for the time being. If there is a chance,
I must go to find him.]
Li Feng is in Beidi, and there is no news about Chen Jun. Then the uncle and the Zhou family...
Recalling the last time I saw them, they looked really worried and had a sad face during the Chinese New Year.
He sighed secretly, hoping that nothing would happen to Chen Junji and that nothing would happen to him.
I have to do something, even if I can't do anything for Dayu Chao, at least I have to do something for Li Feng and Chen Jun.
Chen Ping walked around the room restlessly holding the letter, and finally his eyes fell on the wine bottle on the table. This was what Chen Tianrui brought to Cheng Cheng today, and he hadn't had time to give it to him yet.
Alcohol!
Wounds ulcerate due to infection. If the soldiers have alcohol, even if they cannot save lives, they can at least increase their chances of survival.
Although refining alcohol consumes a lot of food and his financial resources are limited, he can do as much as he can, because this seems to be the only thing he can do now.