Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

The Luancheng Industrial Relief Management Office has its own cafeteria for two reasons: first, to prevent its managers from being drugged while dining out, and second, to prevent them from being corrupted outside. The more convenience there is, the less corruption there is.

Zhao Sheng directly led Fan Xitong to their managers' cafeteria, which was Zhao Sheng's exclusive small cafeteria. This was a space that only senior leaders like him could enjoy.

There was a room outside with a large round table inside. Zhao Sheng asked Zhao Yongsheng and his guards to dine at the table outside.

The dishes in the cafeteria are pretty good. Normally there are four dishes. Today, because there are guests, Mr. Zhao asked the kitchen to add two stir-fried dishes.

"I have some wine here. It's a bit strong, and I don't usually like it. But since Brother Xi Tong is here today, I should offer him a drink."

This wine is made by mixing syrup made from saxaul and alcohol. If there are bartenders among the readers, they will definitely know what it tastes like.

Fan Xitong also drinks on weekdays. As a son-in-law of the emperor, he has no official position and is simply living a life of idleness and waiting to die. What else can he do if not drinking on weekdays?

Hearing that there was wine here, he was naturally happy: "It's great to have wine, bring two jars first."

"Oh my!" Zhao Sheng was startled. Two jars, ten kilograms? Brother, are you serious?

Fortunately, his canteen used wine jars to store wine. One wine jar held about half a pound of wine. Zhao Sheng signaled the kitchen to bring two wine jars.

A wine horn is a kind of pottery similar to a triangular flask, but the difference is that it has a circular corner on it, which is used to seal the mud on the mouth of the wine bottle to prevent it from falling off.

After the two wine horns were brought out, Fan Xitong had never seen such containers for holding wine. He found that they were not only small, but also particularly suitable for drinking directly by holding the wine horns, without even having to use a wine bowl.

"Yes, it's very enjoyable to drink like this. It's very troublesome to carry a big jar!" After saying this, he broke the mud seal, but found a layer of oil paper on it. He tore off the oil paper and found a wooden cork.

He laughed and said, “Whose ingenious idea was it to equip this little wine vessel so tightly.”

Zhao Sheng watched from the side, not knowing what to say, he could only stare and smile without saying a word.

Ever since Li Xin mistakenly drank alcohol for wine last time, he invented the wine horn. However, he later found that some people still used this thing as a wine bottle.

As a last resort, he simply made the alcohol bottle into a cylindrical shape, with a mouth as thick as a thumb, sealed with a wooden stopper, and tied with red cloth and oil paper, with a line of words written on the seal.

"In order to kill the poison in the wound, this thing cannot be taken orally!"

For this reason, everyone thought that alcohol was poisonous. Once, a landlord's concubine was so depressed that she went to a pharmacy to buy a bottle of alcohol and tried to commit suicide. As a result, she got drunk and did not die.

Afterwards, he was persuaded by others and gave up the idea of ​​suicide. Later generations jokingly said: "How can there be poison in the pharmacy? Try alcohol before committing suicide!"

Fan Xitong saw that the size of the wine horn was just right for drinking in one gulp. Unexpectedly, Zhao Sheng said, "I suggest that such a wine horn should be divided into seven drinks."

"What's the point?"

Zhao Sheng smiled and thought, what should I say?

"When friends meet, their friendship is deep. A pot of fine wine is shared by two people. Three cups are raised to open the way. The grains of the four seasons are refined. Six sixes are smooth and two brothers are good. Seven ups and eight downs show true feelings."

Zhao Sheng talked nonsense, but in fact he wanted to persuade Fan Xitong to drink slowly so that he would not get drunk.

After hearing this, Fan Xitong uttered "Oh" twice. He muttered to himself, this is just a small amount of wine, and they have to share it between them. It's not even enough for him to drink it all in one gulp.

At this time, Zhao Sheng also opened the wine corner and poured the wine into a small wine container, about one or two taels per cup, but Zhao Sheng only poured the wine until it was about nine-tenths full.

He picked up the cup and said, "Brother Xi Tong, there are three great pleasures in drinking: one is to dispel sorrow, one is to be happy, and the other is to find trouble."

Fan Xitong followed his example and poured the wine into the drinking vessel. Before he understood what Zhao Sheng meant, he saw Zhao Sheng raise his glass. According to the etiquette of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he had to drink the wine in the glass. So he picked up the glass and drank it.

Instantly, I felt a torrent of heat, stimulating the taste buds on both sides of the tongue, along the throat, and slowly into the stomach. Just as it was about to burn, I found that the fire had gone out, and the stimulating feeling had turned into a mellow fragrance.

He had never felt this way before, and for the first time he felt that the wine was so wonderful.

Zhao Sheng rarely drank with others like this. Only then did he remember the rules of drinking in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Raising the cup is a toast. You can choose not to drink, but the other party must give you face.

Before Zhao Sheng could explain his recklessness, he heard Fan Xitong say, "My dear brother, you are right. I have found the pleasure of the first of the three great pleasures."

"Come," Fan Xitong said, filling the glass again, "let's drink it all."

After that, he drank another cup, which made Zhao Sheng wonder whether to drink it or not. He had no choice but to take a big sip, and then said embarrassedly: "Brother Xi Tong has a huge capacity. I am ashamed of myself."

With the experience from before, Fan Xitong drank the second cup differently from the first time. The burning flame was not as strong as before, but it went into his mouth and throat very smoothly.

He couldn't help but shout, "What a delight!" Then he filled his glass again and was about to drink with Zhao Sheng.

"Brother, try some food and see if the food in the cafeteria suits your taste."

Most of the people in these kitchens are from the Prince's Mansion and Shigang Village. After training, they can also cook some dishes. Moreover, cooking has become a trend in restaurants of all sizes in Dingzhou County nowadays.

But things haven't started in Shangjing yet. Aristocratic families have long planned to open restaurants, but no one in Shangjing has ventured into this mess. Wei Rong is so overbearing in Shangjing that even aristocratic families have difficulty getting involved in some of the industries.

Especially when it comes to grain, oil and food, the Wei family has always controlled Jingzhao Prefecture. Only his family has the final say on such an economic artery. Of course, if you want to go to Beijing, you must first establish a good relationship with the Wei family.

Seeing that Zhao Sheng was persuading him to eat the food, Fan Xitong had no choice but to put down his wine glass and picked up the four dishes on the table. These were what the cafeteria managers usually ate, so the taste would naturally not be bad.

But for Fan Xitong, it was the smell of food from next door.

After taking a few bites of the delicious dishes, I remembered the wine on the table and picked up the glass for more.

Zhao Sheng saw this and thought that this was not a good idea. He thought that Zhao Yongsheng could drink a lot, and Zhao Long had something to do in the evening, so he didn't want him to come in and drink.

So two people were called in, one was Zhao Yongsheng and the other was Fan Xitong's chief guard.

So the three of them played mixed Sanda, and Zhao Sheng acted as the referee.

"Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows."

"I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west."

"Today there is wine and today is drunk, and tomorrow's worries come tomorrow's worries."

"If you come here in the evening, can you drink a cup of snow?"

……

Mr. Zhao was really mean. He let two rough guys come in to play drinking games. He was basically the winner, and Fan Xitong felt ashamed of himself.

"Last night it was rainy and windy, and the remaining wine was not washed away by a heavy sleep."

"Come on, keep drinking. I'll notify the princess to send someone to take you back."

Zhao Sheng looked at the three people staggering, walked out with a smile, and ordered the guards to go to the princess's mansion to pick them up.

At the same time, he called Zhao Long and went to Shigang Village with him.