Zhang Feng had already fainted.
Since returning to Chang'an this time, he has been drunk almost every day. Zhang Feng doubts whether he should not come back. If he goes on like this, sooner or later his stomach will have to be perforated.
He coughed violently.
Zhang Feng quickly rejected Yuchi Gong's kindness and waved his hand again and again: "brother, you have a good capacity for wine. Go on, boy. You're suffering in the mountain! You can't eat enough and sleep well every day. No matter how good your body is, it's no better than several brothers!"
"Don't fool people, my iron ox came back last time. It's not interesting enough that your boy spent his time in the mountain. He didn't say anything about wine and meat, and made some roast chicken every day!"
Zhang Feng l stared at Cheng Yaojin, his face black.
But take a closer look. Cheng Yaojin's jar of wine went down, but there was nothing wrong. It was very different from before. He couldn't help but realize that the wine was changed by his grandson.
Moreover, Cheng Yaojin knew that he had done this job.
But he has no evidence, no way.
Zhang Feng, who was so dizzy, was poured almost half a kilo of wine by the three people in turn. Seeing that Zhang Feng had a big tongue, he couldn't help but stop pouring.
However, Zhang Feng was asked to eat.
After more than an hour, Zhang Feng finally recovered a little Qingming.
There's no way. Zhang Feng didn't drink much at first, but he drank with these cattle all day. His drinking capacity gradually increased. Although it's not a huge amount, at least one kilogram of wine is small. However, today's situation is a little abnormal. Fools can see it, not to mention Cheng Yaojin, who can't hide things.
This is something to ask him!
Otherwise, the first car of Korean ginseng, this man, will give it?
That's a real fool.
And that doesn't count. Give him Han Feizi. What is Han Feizi?
This is a serious good thing, but this guy gave it to him so easily?
If it's not a fool, it's 250. But although this big fool looks like an iron Han, he can work under Lao Li and let Lao Li hand over the whole business of Longyou to him. What does that mean?
And this seemingly gentle and talkative old Qin and Zhang Feng always think this guy is not easy to mess with.
After all, there's a saying there.
The full pot doesn't ring, and the half pot swings.
Zhang Feng deliberately pretends to be drunk. Although it's a little, it's not cool to try!
Zhang Feng's reputation as a good drinker has long been played out. This is a natural sign. This time, he successfully blocked the fate of being poured over for Zhang Feng.
After lying on the table for a long time, Zhang Feng pretended to be a little relieved and asked, "Lao Yu, Lao Qin, you don't know. Feng Zi, I don't say anything else, just a little, heart to heart! You go out and inquire. Who doesn't know my Zhang Feng's name within ten miles?"
"Yes, you're right."
Yuchi Gong rubbed his hands and dealt with Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng then held back the cold in his heart, hugged Yuchi Gong's shoulder and said, "what trouble has Lao Yu encountered? Boy, I'm not talented. I can guess divination to solve my doubts. If you have anything, tell me!"
Yuchi Gong's eyes lit up when he heard the speech.
But Cheng Yaojin couldn't help looking at Zhang Feng suspiciously.
It's not like the boy's style!
Did the boy get drunk yesterday and get drunk today?
But Cheng Yaojin didn't think much and said, "Fengzi, you don't know. Since we established business with Tubo, there has been more business in Longyou Road, but you must know what happened on the border recently?"
Zhang Feng nodded in surprise.
"Lao Li said it yesterday. I thought Lao Li was talking about wine. Is it true?"
"It's not true!"
Yuchi Gong sighed, grabbed Zhang Feng's hand and patted it in his palm. Zhang Feng frowned and winked in pain.
Yuchi Gong loosened Zhang Feng and said, "this matter has to start from a month ago. A month ago, the border was not peaceful, and those who exchanged cattle, sheep and horses for food could not solve the big problem of Tubo. In addition, later, we were short of food in Datang. At this time, Tubo had no food, so..."
Zhang Feng wondered, "these are all official affairs. What's the matter with you?"
Yuchi Gong glared.
"Do you think the government is reliable? Now people are in danger. I asked. Cheng Yaojin, who is stationed in Longyou, eats porridge all day. That's a miserable soldier, let alone a soldier. So, we thought about whether to get something to help him, or in case Tubo people call one day, that..."
Yuchi Gong knew from Cheng Yaojin's big mouth that the military God in Zhang Feng's heart was him, so he said it.
It goes without saying.
Your idol is suffering now. Do you want to give something to help?
Sure enough.
Zhang Feng was surprised at the speech.
The army is short of food, which he didn't expect, and Cheng Yaojin, who looks at the west gate, drinks porridge once a day?
Then his men must be the same.
Then
In case the emperor sends troops to help Tubo calm down, how can he go?
It's also death!
Zhang Feng could not help but understand the meaning of the two, and couldn't help feeling.
"Your hearts, boy, understand! I don't really have a model of patriotism and support for the army like you. Since you have spoken, boy is not talented. Although you don't have any other good things in your hands, there is a formula of porridge that can resist hunger and strengthen your health. I hope you can hand it over to general Cheng Yaojin!"
Yuchi Gong and the others couldn't help looking at each other.
Damn it, this boy used to eat soft!