C292 turbid wine (2/2)

”Brother Wang, what's wrong?” Xiao Wen stopped the ”work” in his hands and cupped his hands towards Wang Xuance as he asked.

Wang Xuanzi looked at Xiao Wen with a puzzled expression. He asked, ”Why did Mister Xiao suddenly become so angry and attack a servant?”

Even though he hated being caught and fed opium when he was investigating the order, he managed to get rid of the drug addiction. However, this servant and Wang Xuance didn't have much to do with the enmity between them over the Great Order.

As a result, Wang Xuance was somewhat puzzled by Xiao Wen's actions.

Hearing this question, Xiao Wen pointed at the servant confidently and said: ”This guy dares to make fun of me. He said the wine was drinkable! Can you drink this wine? ”

”NO!” This isn't alcohol at all, okay? ” Xiao Wen thought for a moment and then added.

”Milord, milord …” After hearing Xiao Wen's words, the servant finally understood what was going on.

He quickly hugged Xiao Wen's thigh and said, ”This wine can drink! Sir, this is wine! ”

”You still want to argue?” Hearing this, Xiao Wen kicked the servant away and continued to punch and kick him.

However, at this time, Wang Xuance, who was standing beside Xiao Wen, suddenly ordered some wine and took a sip.

He looked at Xiao Wen, and said with a puzzled expression: ”Mr Xiao, you can drink this wine! ”Why can't I drink this wine?”

Hearing this, Xiao Wen revealed a confused expression.

At this moment, Zhuge Liang walked over helplessly.

He said, ”Sir, you don't drink much. Every time he drank, he would drink fine wine. Naturally, he didn't know what level this shitty wine was at. ”Actually, this wine is just ordinary turbid wine.”

Hearing this, Xiao Wen felt that he had misunderstood something.

He quickly opened the super library to check and found that most of the wine that he drank in his later generations had been distilled. And the earliest distilled wine might not appear until the Yuan Dynasty.

In this world, the so-called good wine of Song Dynasty was actually distilled wine.

Obviously, in this world, other than an economically developed country like Song Ming, even the Tang Dynasty didn't have the ability to produce distilled wine.

Xiao Wen knew that the servant had been unjustly beaten.

As the saying goes, being able to correct one's mistakes was not a big deal. Xiao Wen intended to apologize to the chef.

However, at this time, he was stopped by Wang Xuance. If you made a mistake, you can do it, but if you apologize, you can't do it. Servants can't take it, and your status doesn't allow you to bow down and apologize, unless it's between nobles.

He threw out 10 gold coins as medicine to prevent others from saying that he was bullying you and making some bad wine to fool the nobles. Beating him up was not a big deal, as his brain wouldn't grow much in the future and he would have to deal with him.

Xiao believed that the servant should be furious at this moment with a stick in his hand and fight to the death with him.

Who would have thought that this fellow would happily pick up the copper coin and salute the two of them without even wiping the blood off his nose, even saying that he was grateful for the gift.

F * ck, you guys are the one who got the nobleman's temper out of me, Xiao Wen sighed in his heart.

In his previous life, it didn't matter what the commoners with flat hair wanted, but they had at least lived to the point where they were unyielding.

If there was a second generation official who beat him up and threw him a thousand yuan to see a doctor, then his second generation official's injuries would be even worse than his own. If it was in some other place, this second generation official might even die, as for the consequences, it was none of his business.

The hierarchy of the feudal society was strict. The nobles had powerful rights, and the commoners could only follow the management of the nobles. This sort of system had been passed down from the Warring States to the present, and had seeped deep into their bones.

The foreign mercenaries happily laughed and said that the servants' luck was worth ten gold coins. From these words, it could be seen that they really thought the chef was lucky. Xiao Wen was secretly glad that he was a noble now. Otherwise, with his temper, he would have been buried long ago.

Even if the current him were to seek death, he might not necessarily die. At last, there was room for manoeuvre.