"Sir, I didn't mean to say nice things to you in front of you. This wine is definitely the best wine I have ever drunk in my life!"
Iron Hammer praised sincerely.
"Fine."
Jin Feng picked up the wine jar and poured another bowl for Iron Hammer: "After drinking this bowl, go back and rest, and take this pot of stew back for your wife and children to taste."
It's not that he is reluctant to part with it, but that he is very aware of the power of alcohol.
Tie Hammer drank too fast. The wine was still in his stomach at this time, so Tie Hammer could still stay awake. When the alcohol entered the body's circulation system, it was not certain whether Tie Hammer could stand up.
"Thank you sir."
Although Iron Hammer still had some unfinished ideas, Jin Feng had spoken and he did not dare to disobey.
I stood up and was about to reach out to hold the basin, but suddenly I felt like the world was spinning. I quickly reached out to hold the table, but I couldn't hold it steady and fell to the ground.
"My dear, why is this wine so powerful?"
Iron Hammer shook his head and stood up again holding on to the stool.
"Go back while you can still go. If you delay for a while, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."
Jin Feng smiled and shouted outside: "Old Lin, give me the hammer."
"yes!"
The night shift guard came in, took the earthenware basin from Jin Feng and held it with his left hand, trying to hold the hammer with his right hand.
"I can walk by myself without your help."
The iron hammer shook Old Lin away: "This is just a few bowls of wine. I think back when I was in the world with the old escort leader, we drank two jars at most at one time and it was fine..."
"It's over. I think we came out back then. It seems like this guy really drank too much."
Jin Feng smiled bitterly and called to the door again: "Lao San, you should join Lao Lin and send your captain back."
"Sir, I told you there is no need to send it..."
Iron Hammer waved his hand.
In order to prove that he was really fine, he took a step and walked out.
As a result, before Jin Feng could reach out to help him, his left foot tripped over his right foot and he fell to the ground with a thud.
"Okay, stop making trouble and get out of here."
Jin Feng kicked Tie Hammer on the butt: "If you keep grinding, don't even think about drinking in the future!"
This time Iron Hammer was really timid and obediently was helped away by the veteran.
Jin Feng looked at the backs of several people with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
There was a shortage of food in Dakang, and no one knew how many people starved to death every day, so Jin Feng never thought of making money by brewing wine.
Jin Feng knew from an early age that the Holy Mother was incompetent and had no moral fetish. Whether he was facing party cavalry or bandits, when it was time to take action, he would not hesitate to issue an attack order.
Even if he knew that this order would result in death tolls and rivers of blood, and even if he felt very uncomfortable, Jin Feng would never hesitate.
Because the enemies are all murderous demons, if you want to survive in this troubled world, you must be more ruthless than the enemies.
If you don't kill the enemy, your comrades or even yourself will die.
But everyone has their own principles of life. If it is not necessary, Jin Feng will not kill anyone at will.
The same goes for war, and the same goes for making money.
Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way.
He likes to make money, but he doesn't want the money he earns to be stained with sin.
There are so many ways to make money, there is no need to deduct grain from the people's mouths to make wine.
Jin Feng silently covered the wine jar.
The next day, the female soldiers and the veterans were going to conduct actual combat drills. Guan Xiaorou called Jin Feng up early in the morning.
Jin Feng suddenly became happy when he saw Qing Mulan and Tie Hammer in the yard.
These two guys were more heroic than the other yesterday, but now they are looking more and more languid than the other.
Hammer is better, maybe because of his duty, maybe because he is stronger and can decompose alcohol faster. Now he can still stand by the door, but his face is a little ugly.
But Qing Mulan's condition was much worse. She was lying on the table with her head drooping, stirring the rice porridge feebly.
"Sir, your wine is delicious, but the stamina is too strong. My head feels like it will split open now."
Qing Mulan rubbed her head and said, "Why didn't you stop me yesterday? There is still a drill today."
This is also one of the shortcomings of this wine.
After all, it is just a high-strength alcohol that has been simply purified, and it is easy to get drunk after drinking it.
"Don't your conscience hurt when you say that?"
Jin Feng was so angry that he laughed: "I am holding you back from drinking, and you are going to duel with me. What can I do? I am also desperate!"
"Is this happening?"
"Ask them."
Jin Feng casually pointed at Guan Xiaorou and the girls.
"I testify that what you said is true."
Zhou Jin covered his mouth and smiled: "General, you had your sword drawn out at that time."
Qing Mulan obviously didn't believe that she could do such a thing, and turned to look at Amei.
Seeing Amei nodding silently, Qing Mulan held her forehead and said with a helpless expression: "Isn't this too embarrassing? Amei, if I do this again next time, just knock me out and carry me away.
Bar."
What are you most afraid of after drinking Fragment?
It's definitely a bad friend who can help you remember what you did when you were drunk.
Qing Mulan is one of Jin Feng's few friends, how could Jin Feng let go of this opportunity?
"Don't make things difficult for me. Last night, you forced me to burn yellow paper to marry Jin Lan. She didn't want to, so you insisted that people look down on you."
Jin Feng smiled and said: "Poor Amei, her face turned pale with fright, and..."
"Sir, please stop talking and forget what happened yesterday."
Qing Mulan clasped her hands together and bowed to Jin Feng: "Please let me go."
"You won't be greedy for drinks anymore?"
Jin Feng asked.
"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."
Qing Mulan quickly waved her hand: "I will drink as much as you want me to drink from now on."
"Run Niang, is the hangover soup I told you about last night ready?"
Jin Feng shouted towards the kitchen: "When the cooking is done, bring two bowls to Mu Lan and Tie Shui."
"OK."
Runniang brought two bowls of sour soup with a smile.
Qing Mulan and Tie Zhui each drank a bowl, and their headache symptoms finally eased.
"This hangover soup is very good. My head will not hurt after drinking it."
Qing Mulan put down the pottery bowl and glared at Runniang: "Runniang, it's a shame that I treat you like a sister and didn't bring out the hangover soup earlier."
When the sour soup was brought out, it was warm and just right to drink. It had obviously been cooked long ago, but Runniang didn't bring it out.
"General, don't blame Runniang. I was afraid of burning you, so I didn't bring it out."
Zhou Jin smiled and helped Runniang explain.
"You are not a good person if you forget about your old boss after becoming a disciple."
Qing Mulan's headache stopped and she started to provoke again.
After all, Zhou Jin had served as a soldier under her, and now that he was a military doctor, he still had to work under her. He stuck out his tongue and did not dare to talk back.
When Jin Feng saw that his apprentice was being bullied, how could this be done?
"Ahem, Xiaojin, what else did General Mu Lan do last night? Help her recall her memories."
"Sir, I was wrong."
Qing Mulan was frightened when she heard this, turned around and ran away with Amei.