Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

Zhao Jiuchou was full of contempt, and said lightly: "We left the city of Tuva in Xichuan in the middle of March, and spent nearly ten days in a hurry before we arrived in Lingzhou. What time do you think it is in early March?"

faint!It turned out to be almost the end of March.

After hearing Zhao Jiuchou's reply, Guo Ye's face became flustered with embarrassment, grandma, it's been a muddled day.

Then he muttered to himself for a while: "At the end of March? Did that happen at the beginning of March, in the middle of March, or at the end of March? Damn, I can't remember the exact date. It must be late, right?"

Zhao Jiuchou was already familiar with Guo Ye's self-talk, self-questioning and self-answering, but Su Dingfang beside him didn't understand.

Thinking that this kid was showing off some mystery again, he asked, "What happened?"

Guo Ye had a look of anticipation on his face, and his eyes were somewhat excited, but the words were swallowed back in his throat, and he couldn't speak them out.

It's not that he didn't want to say it, but that he couldn't say it, and he didn't know how to start it.

Immediately, he pinched Huatou in his heart, shook his head and said with a silly smile: "No, it's okay, I just thought of something."

"nerve!"

Now, even Su Dingfang couldn't help but despise him, he was startled, not nervous.

Guo Ye felt so miserable that he couldn't tell, so he smiled awkwardly, pointed to a roadside wine shop, changed the subject and said, "Hey, I heard that the knives in Lingzhou are famous for being fierce. Wine, if we pass by Lingzhou and don’t try a couple of sips, it’s not worth it.”

Su Dingfang put away his contempt, but put on a rare and strange expression, and hummed: "Lingzhou's famous wine burns knives, and the taste is strong and mellow in the throat, but it is the favorite of our frontier soldiers. It is not enough to just drink burnt knives when passing through Lingzhou , you kid is rare and more weird!"

"It's as if it's real. I heard you bragging here. It's so rare!"

Guo Ye couldn't help being dissatisfied for a while, and Su Dingfang went straight to the wine shop.

Su Dingfang saw Guo Ye slapped his face twice in a row, and ate twice in a row. It was rare for him to be happy, and he laughed after him.

After the three of them entered the restaurant, they went up to the second floor and found a place by the window, called the waiter, ordered three jars of knives, and cut three catties of cooked beef to accompany the wine.

Seeing that although the three of them were wearing casual clothes, the aura of Guo Ye and Su Dingfang could not be concealed casually, so he immediately bowed respectfully and responded flatteringly, with an extremely respectful attitude.

After finishing the food and drink, the waiter was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Su Dingfang to retreat, and then hummed at Guo Ye: "This time, let me show you what is the special feature of Lingzhou."

Then he took out a small ingot of silver from his sleeve, about five taels in weight, and told the clerk: "Go, call some ladies who can play Qin opera, and let our little brother listen, what are you talking about?" It is the characteristic of Lingzhou."

Then he took out a small piece of broken silver from his sleeve, stuffed it into the clerk's hand, and said, "Go quickly, the uncle will reward you."

The clerk suddenly smashed the silver and grasped his claws, and he was extremely respectful, but at this moment he bowed his waist and rushed downstairs as if flattered.

Qin opera!

Lingzhou, also known as Lingwu, isn't it the area around Shaanxi and Gansu today?

Guo Ye suddenly realized that what Su Dingfang said was the characteristic of this place.

I was speechless for a while, if Su Dingfang hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten it all, so I had to be convinced.

After a while, three jars of unsealed burning knives and several catties of cooked beef were brought up one by one.

When the good wine was on the table, Su Dingfang didn't bother, he directly took the wine jar and tore off the seal, and took three gulps from the jar to his mouth.

"Ah... tsk tsk, it's so fucking delicious!"

Su Dingfang wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, gave a big praise, and said to Guo Ye: "This burning knife, you want to drink like me, your cups of drinks are like a woman, that's called daughter red , where is burning knives? How can the sons and daughters of our border guards drink like this?"

Guo Yeqi Kaifeng you, just about to pour it into the cup, but Su Dingfang scolded you like this, and suddenly became short of breath.

Grandma, did my buddy step on your tail today?Why are you so picky about everything?

What about burning knives?The border guards often drink too much to be crazy, don't they?

Dare to feel that the burning knife in Su Dingfang's mouth turned into the only special wine designated by the military, awesome.

But as the Romans do, he also followed Su Dingfang's example, holding the wine jar to his mouth, and poured it straight down.

Grandma's, it really deserves the name of burning knives.

The entrance is strong, the throat is mellow, enter the stomach and turn it three times, the dantian of the lower abdomen is burning panicked for a while.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Due to the hasty drinking, Guo Ye couldn't catch his breath and coughed again and again.

Seeing this, Zhao Jiuchou stood up and patted his back lightly to help him relax.

Obviously, Su Ding made a fool of himself this time!

This is the third time that Guo Ye has fallen in front of Su Dingfang today.

Sure enough, Su Dingfang laughed wildly for a while, it sounded very heroic, but it was a bit harsh and depressing to Guo Ye's ears.

I couldn't get angry with Su Dingfang, so I had to shout angrily downstairs: "Xiao Er, where did you die? Why hasn't the lady who sings Qin opera come here for so long?"

boo boo boo...

The guy who took the tip just now trotted up in a hurry, bent over and came to Guo Ye, and said with an aggrieved look on his face: "My little brother, the lady who sings Qin opera is called, but, but..."

Su Dingfang, who was paying out money to buy the song next to him, was not happy when he heard it, and cursed: "But what? Could it be that the money given by the uncle is not enough? What is the price for you, a lady who sings ditties in Lingzhou?"

It's like saving face when you go out, it's the same for everyone.

The guy was so frightened by the two people's evil fire that he shook his head and waved his hands, and said timidly: "No, no, the money given by the uncle is enough. It's just that when the three ladies entered the wine shop, they were called by the uncles in the private room. It's over. Hey, those old men have a violent temper, and the younger ones dare not provoke them!"

"boom!"

Su Dingfang slapped the wine table and yelled at the waiter in front of him: "His grandma, they are not easy to mess with. The old man is just a rotten melon and a soft persimmon. You pick it up, right? Your grandson, you don't do anything after receiving the reward , I must strip you alive."

As he said that, he stood up abruptly, his body over two meters intimidating the guy like a giant spirit, and he was so scared that he took three steps back, his face full of horror.

suddenly,

Guo Ye pulled Su Dingfang back, although his face was unhappy but he still suppressed his temper. The persuader Su Dingfang said: "Forget it, he is just a little guy, what do you care about with him? If we want to find it, we have to find him." A few half-cut bastards, aren't they?"

Hearing this, the clerk bowed down to Guo Ye as if he had received an amnesty.

Guo Ye asked: "Which private room are those bastards drinking?"

The guy turned around, pointed to a quiet place in the corridor separated from Guo Ye's table, and said, "It's right there..."

Then, as if he had discovered something, he pointed his finger at the entrance of the stairs, and said softly: "Here——the old man who went upstairs with the wine jar is the distinguished guest of that private room."

"Okay, you go down!"

Guo Ye waved his hand to signal the waiter to back down, then pulled Su Dingfang, and Zhao Jiuchou and the three walked towards the man carrying the wine jar back to the private room.