Chapter 42: The Endless Beautiful Wine

  Zhang Sanweng was born into a large clan and did not serve as an official. However, he had also read quite a few books of poetry and remembered that the legend from the Qin and Han dynasties about the elixir of immortality seemed to require gold to refine it. Just as he was thinking of speaking up, Zhang Shuye, who had been quietly observing with a cold gaze, said: "Does the immortal master only want gold and silver? Are other goods not needed?"

  Wen Fei was slightly interested, this gold looks really not easy to get. It seems that if you want to do business in the future, it's better to find a way to sell the local products of Northern Song Dynasty to modern times, which is a long-term plan.

  "These barbarian goods, apart from Qingbai salt, also include camels, horses, cattle, sheep, jade, felt, carpets, licorice, honey, wax, musk, sable, ibex horns, sand, angelica, asarum, safflower, and feathers." Zhang Sanweng hastily took over the conversation, discussing business, he was more familiar with it than Zhang Shuye.

  Wen Fei didn't say a word, and those horses, cows, and sheep were forgotten. The live ones couldn't be taken back, and the dead ones weren't easy to sell either. As for the woolen blankets and other handicrafts... it was better to leave them for their own use. Wen Fei curled his lip in disdain, thinking that only the jade stones had some value, but this business was too deep, and not easy to get out of.

  Those other things are good stuff, musk, saiga antelope horn, just by the name, it's probably musk and Tibetan antelope horn. These things, although also extremely valuable, seem to be even more sensitive, they're all protected animals. If I get caught, Master Dao might have to go out and get shot.

  Thinking of the TV broadcast about a certain Wen Fei, a heartless and crazy poacher, who wildly hunted and killed nationally protected animals... The number is especially huge, the plot is especially severe... Then I'm not wrongfully dead! These also can't be sold.

  As a small citizen, Wen Fei was really worried. These lucrative businesses have all sorts of unwritten rules, which is what people mean by "the water is too deep". If you don't understand anything and blindly jump in, that's just asking for trouble!

  As he looked at Wen Fei's face, Zhang San Weng said: "My Great Song also has tea leaves, lacquerware, silk fabrics, brocade, gauze, silk, fragrance, porcelain, lacquerware, ginger, cassia and so on..."

  These are not interesting at all, and even if they were brought back to modern times, they would be too new to be considered antiques. If used, the quality is too poor, and there's no competitiveness at all. Wen Fei said: "I want those medicinal materials, Chai Hu, Xiang Ru, and so on!"

  Zhang San thought to himself: "Indeed, it's for refining elixirs." He felt even more reverence for Wen Fei. Hurriedly smiling, he said: "Although the climate of this northern land is not good, the quality of these medicinal materials is excellent!"

  Wen Fei suddenly remembered that Lanzhou should be in Gansu. It seems like there should be Cordyceps sinensis here? That thing is really expensive, almost more expensive than gold. He asked Zhang Sanweng, but he shook his head with a confused expression, not knowing what it was.

  Wen Fei felt a great sense of regret, thinking that even Zhang Sanfeng, such a learned old man, had not heard of Cordyceps sinensis. It seemed that this thing was at least not yet discovered, or it was not yet used as medicine.

  Just as the two were talking, those barbarians with Iwabe burst in angrily and shouted loudly: "You wicked sorcerer, you said you would trade with us and Iwabe!"

  Wen Fei honked the horn, and a sharp, ear-piercing sound rang out, startling the group. Only then did they see clearly that Wen Fei was driving a small van, and they couldn't help but swallow hard. The voice dropped by eight degrees, and in a low, stifled tone, said: "Master Wizard, you said it was going to be a trade with us and Yamashita... we've already prepared the gold..."

  The aboriginal people of the rock department treated the Taoist priests of the Great Song as witches, and the aboriginal people were superstitious. In many tribes, the most powerful person was not the tribal chief, but the witch doctor. Seeing Wen Fei's various magical skills, these aboriginal people were filled with reverence for him.

  There's gold, why didn't you say so earlier? Wen Fei was overjoyed and didn't bother to bicker with Zhang Sanweng anymore. He directly asked: "Did you bring something to hold the wine? Fill it up as much as you can."

  At this time, Wen Fei also saw the situation. Now it's not that he was afraid of others, but rather everyone was intimidated by him. He didn't hide in the car either, turned on the faucet, and gurgling liquor flowed onto the ground, filling the air with fragrance.

  Those barbarians' eyes all turned red, and such good wine was actually wasted on the ground like this? Hurriedly opening the leather pouch at his waist, he began to pour it into the faucet.

  The last barrel of wine that was bought back, the tribe leader said. Compared to the imperial wine he drank when he met with the Song Dynasty officials in Tokyo Castle over a decade ago, this one tastes even better. As soon as this news spread, not only the tribes of Wa and Iwaki, but also several surrounding tribes went crazy. The tribe leader of Basho used 500 sheep to exchange for the remaining wine from the Iwaki tribe. This time, the tribe leader ordered that no matter what, they must buy more wine.

  One skinful was followed by another, and then another. Three large bags were filled with wine, and that strange thing "water tap" continued to gush out wine. This shocked not only the ordinary people but also Zhang Sanweng and Zhang Shu Ye, who had seen a lot and knew much.

  They didn't see where the wine was being poured from, only that it kept flowing endlessly. The foreigners' leather bags were extremely large, one could hold over a dozen kilograms of wine. But even after three bags had been filled, they still saw the wine flowing non-stop. It seemed as if there would never be an end to it.

  The leader of the barbarians shouted: "Quickly, find something to hold the wine, it's all being wasted!" As he spoke, he lowered his head and started drinking. The barbarians were known for their ability to drink, but even they had never drunk such strong liquor before. Normally, the strongest liquor they drank was only 20-30 degrees at most, which was already considered a strong liquor among them, called "mare's milk wine", which was also fermented and had a limited degree of alcohol content. This time, after just two mouthfuls, he could no longer hold it in and started coughing violently.

  Wen Fei laughed and turned off the faucet, but asked: "How much gold did you bring?"

  The leader of the group let out a belch, waved his hand, and immediately someone brought over bag after bag of gold sand. Each one was the same kind that Wen Fei had seen before, which could hold seven or eight kilograms, and there were five bags in total. Wen Fei's eyes almost turned red with excitement - last time he had found someone to appraise one of those bags, and they said it was worth at least around a million. This time, with five bags, that would be at least thirty or forty kilograms!

  That person's face turned red: "We were afraid that you, a wizard, couldn't bring back too much wine by yourself, so we only brought this little bit of gold!"

  Is this gold enough? It's more than enough. Wen Fei was so excited that he almost shouted out loud. But then the leader of the barbarians said, "The rest of the gold is in our tribe, it's a three-day journey to get there. We can use cattle and sheep as compensation!"

  These two tons of liquor, the cost is less than 10,000. Last time he went back, in order to save costs, even the various flavorings added to the liquor were cancelled, and it was just pure alcohol and water inside.

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