I'm a useless prince, so what if I know a little bit of chemistry?

The officers and soldiers around looked at it and felt it was a pity. Wasn't this a waste of resources?

How nice it would be if we could have a few sips of the spilled wine?

At this time, there was no more wine in the barrel, and no matter how eagerly he looked, not a single drop was left.

They knew that Lin Fan still had a barrel of wine, but how could they dare to buy it without Wang Chong's order?

When Kong Wen saw that the wine was finished, he chanted a Buddhist name.

"Amitabha, Junior Brother, return the bucket and wine utensils to the donor."

Xiang Long nodded, holding the bowl and ladle, and walked towards Lin Fan.

"Hehe, the wine you sell as a vendor is pretty good, but you are too evil-hearted. Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the Buddha?" Xiang Long looked at Lin Fan and said.

"Hehe, that's not the case. If I don't earn a few more coins, I won't be able to afford the incense money when I go to the temple to burn incense. Only then will the Buddha blame me." Lin Fan laughed, looking extremely mercenary.

Xiang Long smiled and said cheerfully: "You are quite an interesting dealer, but I have to teach you a lesson today."

Lin Fan looked dazed and stupid, as if he had no idea why, but he was pushed down by Xiang Long, who looked like a traveler.

Lin Fan took advantage of Xiang Long's push and fell towards the people behind him.

"Ouch!"

"Don't pull me!"

"Oh, it hurts me to death."

Many people were knocked off balance and fell backwards by Lin Fan's collision.

The people around were suddenly in chaos and no one cared about Xiang Long anymore.

Xiang Long opened the wine jar on the ground and scooped a ladle of wine.

But no one noticed that Xiang Long shook his sleeves while scooping wine.

"Hahaha, you are such a black-hearted merchant. I will drink one more cup of wine from you today, just as you repay me a penny."

As Xiang Long spoke, he drank the wine in the gourd in one gulp, and then swaggered back to Monk Kongwen.

Lin Fan then got up from the ground, stood up, and pointed at Xiang Long and cursed.

"What a good you! What kind of monk are you? You are clearly a wild monk and a robber. You are practicing the Buddha's name. You are clearly a bandit. Sir, please make the decision for me!"

In response to Lin Fan's yelling, Xiang Long just laughed, seemingly not caring.

Wang Chong looked at the scene in front of him and his eyes rolled.

He had wanted to buy some wine for a long time, but if he went to the hotel to buy it, he was worried that someone would drug him and rob him. If he sent someone home to get it, it would take a lot of time to go back and forth.

After seeing that Lin Fan had wine to sell, he actually did not let his guard down.

After Kong Wen and Xiang Long finished a jar of wine, he still remained highly vigilant.

After all, it is very likely that one jar of wine was fine and was deliberately put on show, while the other barrel of wine was drugged.

After seeing Xiang Long drink a ladle of wine from another barrel, Wang Chong felt relieved.

After all, Xiang Long had already drunk a ladle of it. If there was a problem, the poison would have taken effect by now.

Lin Fan continued to scold Xiang Long. In order to delay time, he kept scolding for several minutes. No matter how the people around him tried to persuade him, he simply refused to listen.

"My good boy, I will never provoke the Marquis again. If he starts scolding me, who can bear it?" Chu Hu made up his mind that he would rather be beaten with fifty military sticks than endure a scolding from Lin Fan.

Zhang Guangzhi tapped Chu Hu and whispered, "Get ready. We're ready to start."

Chu Hu did not dare to be careless at this time and put his hands behind his back.

It was not for show, but because Chu Hu had two axes for chopping wood behind him.

One was picked up from the inn, and the other was secretly taken away from the temple.

The people around heaved a sigh of relief when they saw that Lin Fan finally stopped cursing.

"Little brother, stop scolding us. How about selling us a few bowls of wine first?"

"That's right, I'm almost dying of thirst."

Lin Fan waved his hand, reached into the barrel, and seemed to scoop up a ladle, intending to drink it first, while saying: "I've been cursing for a long time, but I'm dying of thirst."

Wang Chong saw Lin Fan took a sip, and immediately felt relieved. He ordered his guards beside him, "Go, bring the barrel of wine."

The guard was already extremely thirsty, so he immediately walked over and asked Lin Fan, "Hey, merchant, how do I buy this wine?"

Lin Fan smiled apologetically and said, "My lord, I have already planned to sell these wines to the people around here."

The people around them suddenly felt warm in their hearts. Although this young man was immoral in words, he was a trustworthy person.

"Them? Humph, a bunch of low-lifes, get out of here!" The personal soldiers were unreasonable and kicked several civilians away with a few kicks.

The people around dared not speak out and could only glare at the guards.

"What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I will dig out your eyes!" The guard slapped one of the young men in the face.

The sound of applause was loud and crisp.

As a result, the people became a little frightened and retreated one after another.

Lin Fan pretended to be extremely scared, ran back a few steps, and said, "I'll give this wine to you, Jun Ye. I don't want it anymore."

The personal soldier smiled coldly and said disdainfully: "Untouchables are untouchables."

The personal soldier was carrying the wine barrel. He felt it was quite heavy when he lifted it, and he was very happy.

I'm sure the adults won't be able to finish so much wine, but the brothers can use it to quench their thirst.

The guard brought the wine back to Wang Chong and said respectfully, "Sir, the wine is here."

Wang Chong was getting impatient and angry. He slapped his personal guard in the face and scolded, "Why are you dilly-dallying? Why don't you pour the wine?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

The guards were showing off their might when beating the civilians just now, but now they were like grandsons, not daring to even breathe, let alone say no.

Wang Chong drank several bowls in a row before he no longer felt thirsty. However, this wine was naturally far inferior to the wine he usually drank.

After quenching his thirst, Wang Chong no longer wanted to drink, thinking it was a loss of face, so he said to his guards, "Here's a reward for you."

The guard was overjoyed, picked up the wine barrel, and drank a bowl himself. Just as he was about to drink, he heard Wang Chong scolding him, "Don't be greedy, one bowl per person."

"Yes."

The guards were extremely reluctant, but they couldn't get angry, so they gave each of them a bowl.

There are still nearly a hundred people on the scene now. Of course, not everyone can get a bowl, but half a bowl per person is enough.

Finally, it was already three quarters past noon, and everyone had drunk half a bowl, even the executioner.

Wang Chong looked at Shi Chen and sneered, "Humph, bring the man up here."

"Yes!"

The old Taoist was dragged out of the prison van. He was seriously injured and could no longer struggle. He could only curse.

"Wang Chong, you must not die a good death. Even if you turn into a ghost, your family will not have peace!"

Wang Chong winked at his men.

The two men who were holding down the old Taoist priest understood immediately and kicked him hard on the calf. The old Taoist priest's calf went soft and he knelt down.

The direction in which the old Taoist was kneeling was exactly where Zhang Guangzhi was.

When he looked up, the old Taoist saw Zhang Guangzhi at a glance.

Wang Chong waved his hand and said coldly: "It's three quarters after noon, behead!"

The old Taoist was shocked. He had been prepared to die, but after seeing Zhang Guangzhi, he realized that his senior brother had come to save him, and he shouted:

"Guangzhi, save me!!!"