The Tubo leader was so angry that his face was yellow, but at least he understood that his harsh words were just humiliating himself. He waved his hands and said angrily: "Nanli people and Yan people are of the same virtue, they know how to talk, do they dare to let us go up, do they dare to compete with us?"
Compare!"
Song Yang waved to him: "Fan Tong, come on stage."
The Tubo leader gritted his teeth and stepped onto the stage in the name of being a "rice bucket". He was not the only one, but he was also followed by a short woman and a skinny middle-aged man.
"Compared to what?" Song Yang looked at the three people.
The Tubo leader showed his arrogance again: "The people of Nanli are naturally weak, and they can't win against you in martial arts. Aren't you choosing talented people? You can compete with anything else in music, chess, calligraphy and painting... We will select talents according to Nanli's method."
Rules, let’s compare three things!”
Then, the Tubo leader patted his chest and said in a loud voice: "Find someone to compete with me in drinking!"
After he finished speaking, the short woman behind him took a step forward: "Find someone to sing with me."
The skinny middle-aged man's voice was so deep that it made people want to lie down on the ground and listen: "Find someone to compete with me in zazen."
Song Yang blinked, interested: "What kind of comparison?"
The fat leader of Tubo stretched out his hand and patted it several times. The attendants in the audience immediately threw up a few leather wine bags. The fat man took them and waved them in front of Song Yang: "Drink instead! Let you Nanli people be the most ferocious.
"Bring me some of my wine, and you come and drink my wine. Whoever gets drunk first will lose." The fat man didn't come to compete with his alcohol capacity, he actually competed with the wine. At that time, Nali Winemaking did not have distillation technology, so everything was done.
Fruit wine and rice wine are of low alcohol content. Yesterday Song Yang treated Qu and his wife to a guest and drank this kind of wine. But there is already strong liquor on the plateau, which is very powerful.
Before the Tubo leader finished speaking, he laughed strangely and said, "Women drink the wine in Nanli. I drank it for ten days and ten nights, and in the end it was just a matter of peeing."
Song Yang smiled: "Listening to what you said, I can't tell what you like to drink... I understand what you mean. It's more about drinking than drinking." As he said this, he pointed at Xiao Qi who was beside Er Sha.
Xiao Qi's drinking capacity was much stronger than Qin Zhui's. The girl nodded, looking as if she was ready to die.
Song Yang turned his eyes and looked at the short Tibetan woman, who then spoke: "The tune of Nanli is sour and numb. Later I will sing a song to let you hear the majesty of the plateau. As long as you in Nanli also have
If someone can sing a tune similar to mine, then I lose!"
Song Yang asked: "Isn't it just to imitate your singing, but to sing a more majestic and majestic tune?"
The Tubo woman nodded proudly, and then said: "Singing is not killing, the victory or defeat is determined by the people's hearts. If the Nanli people are determined to be shameless and insist on saying that their clichés are better than mine, then I'll just do it now
Just admit defeat!”
Song Yang coughed and said with a smile: "If you want to be convinced of losing, I will help you." After saying that, he waved to the audience and said with a smile: "Uncle Qu, Aunt Qu, I need your help this time.
"
The singer couple from Nanli Mountain District failed to pass the election yesterday but did not leave immediately. They came today and crowded in the crowd to watch the fun. Song Yang saw them early in the morning and greeted them with a smile. Now he spoke
Invited, the couple nodded happily and went on stage hand in hand.
Song Yang asked the skinny middle-aged man again: "What kind of comparison do you mean by sitting meditation?"
The skinny middle-aged man turned over his hands and took out two copper bowls: "The bowls are filled with water and placed on top of the head when meditating. Whoever spills the water first loses. Isn't Nali Buddhism prosperous? Feel free to find eminent monks to compare."
The three kingdoms of Yan, Nanli, and Tubo all respect Buddha, but the Buddhism of the Han people is Zen, while the Buddhism of Tubo is Tantric. Many people have practiced asceticism since childhood. The same is true for this skinny middle-aged man. He wants to sit in meditation until the water in the bowl evaporates to dryness.
Er Jing is still motionless.
The Lord Taishou frowned slightly. There were many eminent monks in Qingyang City who could meditate and meditate, so he might not have been defeated. However, these people were clearly here to cause trouble. If they sat down and did not move for three days and three nights, how could the selection meeting continue?
Open downward.
Song Yang was very talkative, nodded and said with a smile: "This is easy, it's up to you, I'll let him compare with you later." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Liu Ersi, who was looking at the high platform with a silly smile.
Er Sha Da Bao Da Lan nodded vigorously, and then asked Xiao Qi in a low voice: "What is greed?"
After asking how to compete, Song Yang turned his attention to the Tubo leader: "What about the bet? How to say it."
The Tubo leader held his head high and said: "We are going to lose, kowtow and admit our mistake; you don't have to kneel down if you lose, as long as the princess personally calls us 'Nanli Qi Ren'... Hehe, Tubo's rice-basket has become Nanli's Qi Ren, I think
I'll be happy."
"Add one more." Song Yang responded: "If you win, do as you say; if you lose, let's play another game." After saying that, the smile on Song Yang's face disappeared: "You are not
Are you saying that Nanli people are naturally weak and not good at fighting? If the three of you lose, you will still have a chance to find the most ferocious one among your men and fight me."
After saying that, Song Yang's expression became relaxed again: "If you beat me, you still win. If you lose to me, you will not only kowtow and admit your mistake, but also pay money and things... In short, you will lose everything to me.
I don’t want you, you just go back naked.”
The leader of Tubo was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Nanli people are not only weak in body, but also weak in brains. I would be embarrassed if I don't take advantage of you! That's it, let's start quickly." After saying that, he remembered something else.
He added with a sneer: "One more thing, when I drink wine, the wine I drink is your Nanli wine! The strong wine of Tubo and the Shao Daozi of the grassland, I have no business coming to your place to drink."
Song Yang waved his hand easily: "Don't worry, I'm from Nanli, and of course the wine I brew is Nanli's best wine...I'll brew it for you now!"
The Tubo leader was stunned: "Brew it now? How long will it take to wait?"
"At most an hour." Song Yang said to the other party, then walked to Qin Zhui, whispered a few words, and asked him to help prepare some things. Qin Zhui immediately assigned people to do it, and soon a large amount of Nanli fruit wine was prepared.
Transported to the high platform, there are also various cooking utensils such as stoves, casseroles, funnels, bamboo tubes, copper plates with large lids, etc.
Under the puzzled eyes of the Tubo people, Song Yang got busy happily... Nanli fruit wine has a low alcohol content? It doesn't matter. Extracting alcohol from low-alcohol wine only requires simple heating, distillation, and cooling. He studied chemistry in his previous life.
In this life, he had learned how to control the heat while brewing medicine with Dr. You. Such a thing was just a piece of cake for Song Yang.
Want to drink strong alcohol? Song Yang was eager to do so, but unfortunately the conditions were poor and he could not come up with real pure alcohol.
The process was not complicated. After Song Yang demonstrated the process, he handed over the "making wine" to Qin Zhui and others, then turned and walked towards Qu and his wife.
Uncle Qu was full of confidence: "If you want to sing, just sing yesterday's "Jian Jin Jiu", I guarantee that Fanzi will bow his head and admit defeat."
But Song Yang shook his head and said with a smile: "I really think highly of them with "Jianjin Wine", I have to bother Auntie Xiaqu this time."
The couple looked at each other and didn't understand what he meant. Song Yang didn't explain much. He just asked the two singers to move and follow him to the pavilion not far from the high platform... Before leaving, Song Yang did not forget to ask Qin
He made a bet with the Tubo people in black and white to prevent them from defaulting on their debts.
When Song Yang and the Qu couple came back, more than half an hour had passed. The red sun was setting in the west and the sky was getting darker. There were blazing torches around the high platform. As soon as Song Yang got on the high platform, he smiled and said: "The aroma of wine is so strong!
"Picking up the 'purified' wine jar, he sipped a little, and his smile became even brighter: "This wine is just for donkeys!" After saying that, he turned to look at the Tubo people: "Three of you, who will go first?
please?"
The Tubo leader didn't know how to make wine and didn't understand what Song Yang was doing. He strode forward and shouted: "Put the bowls in!"
Two rows of big bowls were placed, and Tubo spirits and 'Song Yang's special brew' were poured in respectively. The girl Xiao Qi smiled brightly at Song Yang, raised a bowl of Tubo spirits and drank it all in one gulp.
The strong liquor was so powerful that the young girl's cheeks turned red after taking the bowl. Perhaps she was intoxicated by the drunkenness. Xiao Qi changed from her usual timid attitude and smashed the empty bowl to the ground with her hand. She pointed at the Tubo leader: "Here comes the rice bucket.
You!"
The Tubo leader looked disdainful. He picked up a bowl of 'Songyang Special Brew' but was not in a hurry to drink it. Instead, he held it up with both hands and bowed to the west from a distance, chanting loudly in Chinese: "
May I, the heroic lord of Tubo, live long and have no borders, and may I be able to unify China for generations to come!”
After the distant blessing, the Tubo leader flicked his clothes, put on a heroic posture, raised his bowl and took a sip...
Just one sip, and then with a 'pop' sound, he spurted out all the 'good wine' in his mouth. The Tubo leader coughed loudly and looked extremely embarrassed.
Drinks taste good because there are many spices added to them, which complement the taste of alcohol and turn into a smoky aroma. However, after being 'distilled' and having a spirit of about 80 degrees, there is no trace of spices left in the mouth.
The sour, bitter, pungent and overbearing taste that goes straight into the lungs is not inferior to horse urine mixed with three kilograms of chili powder. As Song Yang said, it is not for human consumption at all.
The fat man from Tubo sprayed wine, and there was thunderous laughter on and off the stage. Ren Xiaoqian was so happy that he covered his stomach. Only Song Yang was serious: "Did you spray the wine that I wish the Tubo hero to have eternal hegemony?"
I don't know whether he was choked or ashamed, but the fat man's face turned red. He gritted his teeth, picked up the big bowl, and drank heavily. He could barely swallow the first few mouthfuls, but only halfway through the drink, his chest, which was full of fat, began to rise and fall violently.
The huge belly also kept pumping out... You must know that this is not just a problem of the amount of alcohol, but that such a high degree of 'special wine' has exceeded the level that the body can accept. It may be better if you drink it lightly and slowly, and swallow it in big gulps.
, the body reacted immediately, and everything from the brain to the heart to many organs began to instinctively reject it. It was simply beyond the control of the fat man.
When only half of the bowl was left, the fat man finally couldn't bear it anymore. He dropped the bowl and smashed it into pieces. He fell to the ground and vomited, with snot and tears covering his fat face.
Song Yang clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Is this the end? You drank half a bowl of wine like this. It seems that your toast was not auspicious... Fan Tong, you say it yourself, who won this game?!"
Fatty said it himself, anyone with eyes could tell the difference. As Song Yang shouted, the surroundings suddenly erupted into sky-shattering cheers.