Zhutian: From Douluo, the illusion becomes real

Chapter 526. Meeting Han Fei on the Road (IV)

“Click…”

“Click…”

“Click…”

On the small path in the woods, the rhythmic yet slightly crisp sound of horse hooves could be heard, attracting the attention of the owner of a tavern not far away.

Follow the sound.

Only the shade of trees can be seen.

No one was seen.

However, the owner of the tavern was not in a hurry. After just one look, he withdrew his gaze and continued to flip through the account book in his hand. By the way, he glanced at that side with his peripheral vision. Although there were no other customers here, it was also inseparable from that side.

There is a lot of customer flow.

He didn't have the energy to keep this guest.

The customer flow is very small.

He will do his best to keep this guest.

Passenger flow returned to zero.

Whatever happens, just destroy it quickly.

This is human nature.

The former gives up small money in order to make big money. Instead of sharing energy to retain a customer who cannot eat, it is better to entertain the existing customers. The middle one is to make as much profit as possible. No matter how small a mosquito leg is, it is still meat. A customer can reduce some cost losses. The more customers come, the more money you make. Since you cannot win by the quality of the goods, you can only make money by attitude. The latter is a typical practice of giving up. Anyway, there are no customers, so come if you want, and forget it if you don’t want to.

In addition, wine shops rarely make money from passers-by buying wine.

Most wine shops have fixed sales channels.

In addition, it is limited by the current brewing technology.

Made from pure grain.

Those who can make wine are not ordinary people.

Because ordinary people can't get that much food.

Therefore, there is never any difficulty in selling wine.

As the sound of horse hooves became louder and louder, the rider and the fine horse under his crotch finally came out from the shade of the woods after much anticipation, revealing their true appearance. They were an elegant and handsome young man in purple clothes, and a pure white precious horse that could run a thousand miles.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper who was doing the accounting was startled at first, and then lost interest.

What was surprising was the extraordinary identity of the visitor.

Whether it is the purple uniform or the snow-white horse without any other colors on its body, these are not things that ordinary people can get. Even if they have money, they cannot be obtained because many things will not be circulated on the market.

Take the purple uniform, for example.

Vermilion Vermilion.

Become very famous.

In an era without chemical dyes.

Purple can be said to be the rarest color.

There is even a saying in some places that an inch of cloth is worth an inch of gold.

Just talking about this set of clothes.

It can make a wealthy family go bankrupt.

Those who can wear this as their daily clothes and are not afraid of traveling for it, show that this piece of clothing is nothing in their eyes. When it gets dirty, they just change it. They do not regard this piece of clothing as a treasure, nor do they care about its value. This indirectly shows that this person is very wealthy.

But clothes can only prove that the visitor is rich.

But having money is useless in this world.

Then, the horse under the visitor's crotch proves that the visitor is a powerful person.

Since King Wuling of Zhao adopted the Hu clothing and horse riding.

All countries in the world realized the importance of cavalry.

Comes and goes like the wind.

Extremely maneuverable.

Equipped with chariots and riders, it can charge forward on the battlefield and is unstoppable. It can be said to be a living mobile fortress.

Various nouns have been derived from this.

For example, a country with a thousand chariots.

It means a country that can gather a thousand chariots.

It symbolizes the country's military strength.

Therefore, in this war-torn era, war horses, bows and crossbows, armor, spears and halberds have always been regulated items in all countries.

Ordinary people simply cannot obtain it.

Only the military has a large number of war horses.

But then again, due to the high loss rate of war horses, it is almost impossible for the military to transfer war horses except for those with powerful connections.

First of all, when a battle is fought, a number of war horses are bound to die.

Unless you don't use cavalry.

This resulted in the number of war horses never increasing.

Because the loss is greater than the self-production.

Secondly, in an era when horseshoes had not yet been invented, horses’ hooves were likely to wear out. The mobility of the cavalry depended on the running of the warhorses, and the stratum corneum on the horses’ hooves would be gradually worn out. Even if they could grow back later, they would not have time to grow under the high-intensity combat among the various countries, resulting in various unexpected diseases.

For example, running.

Suddenly a splinter of wood pierced into it.

Well, sorry, this warhorse is useless.

Can be recycled.

But it would be very difficult to go back to the battlefield.

It is worth mentioning that recycling is the military's unified way of dealing with these useless war horses. The specific method is to lock these stallions and mares together, feed them some aphrodisiacs, and let them give birth to foals. This can also reduce the demand for war horses. Although it takes some time, because foals cannot go to the battlefield as soon as they are born, but as long as this cycle is established, even if it is a drop in the bucket, it can always reduce some of the burden of purchasing from outside.

Otherwise, everyone has cavalry.

Not you.

Then everyone will naturally try their best to bully you.

If you want to form cavalry, you can only buy it at a premium from the big border countries. The reason why Zhao was able to compete with Qin was that even when Qin destroyed the six kingdoms, Qin could not defeat Li Mu. It can even be said that Li Mu was like a fishbone stuck in the throat, which made Qin unable to move. In the end, they had to bribe Guo Kai, the god of war, to kill Li Mu. They won the battle by relying on Zhao's border cavalry, or Zhao border cavalry, which were elite troops of the same level as Qin Ruishi, Wei Wuzu, and Qi Jiji. The reason why Zhao border cavalry was so strong was because they were close to the grassland. When they were short of war horses, they could go to the grassland to rob them, and they would often rob the strongest batch of war horses. Those eliminated war horses could naturally be exported and sold domestically.

In the history of the rise of Zhao State.

War horses are a profound feature that cannot be ignored.

Therefore, as long as your output cannot keep up with the loss, you have no choice but to bow your head.

Spend a lot of money to buy war horses from outside.

This will make up for the lack of military strength.

Finally, the cost of war horses themselves is extremely high. A good horse eats better than humans, and it must have eggs and fodder. Otherwise, after running for a long time, the war horse will become physically depleted.

The losses on the battlefield are just that.

The wear and tear of the warhorse itself is not unacceptable.

But if the cavalry loses troops due to a lack of fodder, any general will draw his sword and kill them, because if the cavalry loses their war horses, they will really lose everything, while if the war horses are lost, the cavalry can be trained again.

Although there is also the saying of a slow horse.

That is the horse responsible for pulling.

Can't run fast.

But the difference between a slow horse and a war horse can be seen at a glance.

There is a wildness in war horses.

Moreover, they are all public.

As for the slow horses, most of them are female and are relatively docile.

In addition, when a slow horse walks, its head droops slightly.

The warhorse always walked with its head raised up, as if it was about to turn into a dragon and fly into the sky.

Therefore, anyone who can get war horses must have close ties with the military. This is a representation of power at the moment, because not everyone can be associated with this violent organization.

And like the fine horse under the crotch of this young man in purple.

The whole body is pure white, without any other colors.

Even the generals in the army cannot say that they can achieve the standard.

Because war horses of different colors are common, but war horses of pure colors are extremely rare.

Either pure black or shiny black.

Either it is pure white, dazzling white.

Anyway, it’s not something that can be obtained with a little power.

And the two added together.

Great wealth, great power and great benefits.

I'm afraid only the kings, princes, generals and their descendants can meet the standards.

So, the question is: Would such a noble man buy wine?
What level is his roadside stall?

Don’t you have any idea?
Not his potential guest, okay?

“Buy some wine!”

The sound of horse hooves gradually stopped. They stopped in front of the wine shop.

The temperament was elegant, but as soon as he opened his mouth, all the temperament was destroyed. The purple-clothed young man, who looked like a drunkard, fell off the horse and said something that made the owner of the wine shop's brain freeze instantly. Then, as if noticing the owner's absent-mindedness, the purple-clothed young man put his hands on the table and solemnly emphasized: "I want good wine. Do you have any here?"

"Uh... Sir..." The owner of the tavern waved his hand. Of course he had wine here. If he didn't, why would he open a tavern? But he didn't have any fine wine. To avoid misunderstanding, he explained, "We don't have any expensive wine here, only homemade liquor. If you can accept it, maybe... maybe... it can barely be considered good wine?"

This statement is true.

But there is no lack of self-humility.

Strong liquor is often supplied to the military because most soldiers like to drink it.

in contrast.

That kind of soft wine is what the powerful and wealthy drink.

The so-called living a life of drunkenness and dreaming of death is exactly this principle.

Therefore, based on the boss's crude technique of judging people by their appearance, he did not think that the nobleman in front of him was someone who could accept strong liquor. As for those ordinary drinks, that is, soft and mellow wines, he did not have the secret recipe and it was impossible for him to brew them.

So, explain it clearly.

It also helps to avoid trouble in the future.

However, the young man in purple's eyes lit up.

He asked with interest, "How strong is it?"

"Hmm...drinking it is like swallowing a knife."

"Hyperion."

"It burns like fire in the belly."

Seeing that there seemed to be a chance, the owner of the tavern instantly overturned his previous speculation. He also slapped himself twice in his mind, reminding himself not to judge people by their appearance. Then, he brought out two wine jars from the inner room and motioned for the other party to look at them.

The young man in purple was not polite either.

Rubbed his nose.

Come closer.

I smelled it through the red cover.

It seemed as if it smelled the fragrance from the altar.

The alcohol worm in the stomach is causing trouble.

I unconsciously moved forward, as if I wanted to tear open the cover and taste it better.

The frightened tavern owner quickly reached out to protect the wine jar.

Use actions to signal the other person to calm down.

Although this big shot could easily crush him to death, according to his observation, this big shot obviously liked his liquor and was more reasonable. As long as he didn't speak too bluntly and didn't ask for an exorbitant price, this big shot would not be angry with him.

However, the tavern owner stopped him.

The young man in purple also realized the problem.

He smiled sheepishly.

Subconsciously, he reached out his hand, put it into the wide sleeve, and touched the inner layer.

Then, the whole person froze.

He touched it again, not believing it.

He even raised his arms and shook them.

Then, under the puzzled gaze of the tavern owner, he explained awkwardly: "Before, I was hungry, so I went fishing... I caught a big fish, but unexpectedly, the big fish pulled me into the river... Anyway, the fish ran away, and the money bag was lost... Can you see if it's okay?"

No?

Brother!

I think you are a decent person!
Children of the rich and powerful!

Two jars of liquor, do you want me to give them to you for free?

play?

To be honest, the owner of the tavern was stunned, but he couldn't say no, because words of refusal would certainly sound unpleasant, which would likely hurt the other party's face and lead to revenge. But as for giving it away for free, it was really impossible to keep this account, because he also had relationships behind him that needed to be fed, so it was impossible for him to give away the benefits for free.

Therefore, he subconsciously hugged two jars of liquor.

Then, I was dazzled by the light.

"Look, can I pay with this?"

The young man in purple took off a gold and jade necklace at some point. There was even a sapphire in the middle, which was as clear and azure as a mirror. Even the silk thread used to wear it was woven with gold thread. It could be said to be extremely luxurious and it was obvious that it had a special meaning.

It also made the boss who was holding the jar of wine feel relieved.

He is not afraid of others using their possessions to pay off their debts.

I'm not afraid to use such valuable things to pay off my debts.

How much does a few jars of liquor cost?

One ounce of gold.

Flowers that can’t be spent.

And how much is this necklace worth?

He didn't know.

Anyway, the gold above is enough to buy his tavern.

The jade ring tied with a gold thread and the gem in the middle.

All of this shows the value of this thing.

Therefore, he dared to bet that within a month, someone would take the necklace back from him, and the necklace would definitely be returned to its original owner. Naturally, his previous worries were unnecessary.

So, the owner of the tavern let go.

Be humble.

He kept responding: "That's enough, it's enough to buy this small wine shop..."

"That's fine."

"Give me two bottles of strong liquor."

"Give me one jar."

"Fill these gourds."

"Another jar for it."

The young man in purple said this, pointing to the white horse behind him.

However, before the tavern owner could agree.

Another round of horse hoof sounds suddenly rang out.

A warhorse that seemed to have come out of hell came galloping over, pulling a trailer, and even did a rather cool drift and sudden stop.

The voice also came from the mouth of the young man riding on the back of the warhorse.

"I'll buy this friend's drink."

"By the way, give me a pot to try."

The young man rolled over and walked quickly to the table. He glanced at the necklace on the table, sighed quite obviously, and tapped the table with his index finger. In an instant, the wooden table turned into gold!
So much so that everyone present was stunned at the same time.

Even the giant salamander in the trailer is no exception.

"God... immortal master?"

"No, it's not the master, it's the immortal grandfather!"

"Grandpa God, have you appeared?"

The owner of the tavern immediately knelt down and bowed his head in worship.

Midas touch.

What is this if not a fairy?
And that horse.

Made of stone.

He is not blind.

It is clear to see.

Could it be that his wine is so delicious that it would attract gods to descend to earth?
Can we change the name to "The Immortal is Drunk"?

"Thank you very much, brother."

"My name is Han Fei."

"May I know your name, brother?"

Han Fei, the young man in purple, did not show any sign of being shocked, although he was indeed startled for a moment.

Hand over.

He performed a Confucian ritual.

Then, he asked very politely.

"me?"

"My name is Ye Qingcang."

"Ye is the leaf of a tree."

"Qingcang, it may be a little difficult to explain, but it is a goshawk anyway."

"Nice to meet you."

Ye Qingcang extended his hand, and Han Fei also withdrew his courtesy thoughtfully. He also extended his hand and shook hands with Ye Qingcang. Then, as Ye Qingcang loosened his hand, he put it down and smiled doubtfully, "Where are you going, Brother Ye? If you are not in a hurry, my home is not far ahead. Can I entertain you?"

(End of this chapter)