"It's Liu Tuantou who didn't let me wake you up!" Sancho replied a little aggrievedly: "He said it would be fine as long as the sun gets lower than the top of the tree!"

"Damn it!" Wang Wenzuo looked outside and saw that the sun had already set halfway. He cursed in a low voice, quickly got some well water and wiped his face, then took Sancho to the wine shop.

Like the residences of most local residents, the wine shop is a long house, half of which is located below the ground. The windows are very small, so as to better keep warm. Wang Wenzuo opened the heavy curtain and got in. A breath of excitement filled the room.

The sour smell of alcohol assaulted his nostrils, and he subconsciously covered his nose and stopped.

The wine shop is more spacious than it looks from the outside. There are more than a dozen large wooden barrels placed against the wall on the right side, and a stove on the other side. Several waiters are running around carrying trays. The landlady is scooping out some wine from a wooden barrel.

It is a liquid with a pungent smell. This is a kind of wine brewed from birch sap and corn. The locals like it very much. The long tables are packed with people. Most of them are dressed in Tang Dynasty costumes. There are warriors and businessmen sitting there.

On the stool, they whispered to each other and laughed loudly from time to time.

Wang Wenzuo felt his sleeves being pulled twice, and when he looked back, he saw Sancho staring pitifully at the landlady—to be precise, it was the wooden spoon in the landlady's hand that was scooping out wine, and saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

come out.

"Okay, okay!" Wang Wenzuo reluctantly took out a piece of meat (common name for five baht coins in the Sui Dynasty) from his wallet and stuffed it into Sancho's hand: "You can only drink two cups, not too much."

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Sancho nodded quickly, making an unknown sound in his mouth, grabbed the copper coins and ran towards the landlady. Wang Wenzuo looked around, finally found his friend's table and walked over there.

"Sanlang, you are finally here!" Liu An waved his hand enthusiastically: "Move out of the way and make room for Sanlang. This stewed rabbit meat is good. Try it, Sanlang!"

Wang Wenzuo smiled at his companion who made way for him and sat down. Liu An was right. Although this stewed rabbit meat didn't look good, it tasted really good. The rabbit meat was brown and dripping with hot soup, mixed with...

With large pieces of turnips, radishes and mushrooms, the original earthy taste of the rabbit meat was removed. He ate a few pieces and suddenly felt his body getting warm.

"Sanlang!" A wooden cup was stretched out from the side. Wang Wenzuo took the cup and saw a flattering face: "I heard that you have made great achievements this time and been awarded the second rank. Are you serious?"

Wang Wenzuo could feel the envious glances from all around. He was a little excited and a little upset. He took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Oh, it's just a fluke!"

"Sanlang, please don't be too modest!" Liu An next to him interjected: "Of all the people present at that time, you were the only one who saw the key. How can this be a fluke?" At this point, he said that at that time

Wang Wenzuo found clues to the information from the wooden stick that Xizuo carried with him and told the story. Everyone at the long table was in awe of Wang Wenzuo.

"Don't you know it yet?" Liu An said with a smile: "Sanlang is from the Langya Wang family, and he and Liu Duhu are family friends. Just now Liu Duhu gave him a seat, and they had a great conversation!"

After everyone heard this, their gazes towards Wang Wenzuo turned from envy to awe. It turned out that at that time, it was only a few decades before the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and the imperial court mostly selected officials based on their family status. The top-ranking tribes could equal the ministers, while the poor tribes could not achieve the same results as the prefectures and counties.

As for the common people, it is even more unbearable. There are many sources of high-grade clans: there are "overseas Chinese surnames" in the south, with Wang, Xie, Yuan, and Xiao being the big ones; in the southeast, there are "Wu surnames", with Zhu, Zhang, Gu, and Lu being the big ones.

In Shandong, the surnames are "Jun surnames", with Wang, Cui, Lu, Li, and Zheng being the biggest; in Guanzhong, the surnames are "Jun surnames", including Wei, Pei, Liu, Xue, Yang, and Du Shouzhi; in Daibei, the surnames are "Lu"

", Yuan, Changsun, Yuwen, Yu, Lu, Yuan, Dou Shouzhi. The above "Qiao surname, Wu surname, county surname, and Lu surname" are collectively referred to as the "four surnames".

"If you don't choose one of the four surnames, don't choose", and the Langya Wang family is the "king" among the overseas surnames. Although after the Sui and Tang Dynasties unified the world, these families no longer have the same majesty as before, but the centipede insect is dead but not stiff, and is still superior in the eyes of the public

The presence.

"It turns out that Sanlang comes from the Langya Wang family, no wonder——"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound from the door, and then heard the boss's wife scolding. Wang Wenzuo turned around and saw that it was Sancho who was hugging a wine barrel tightly, putting his head into the barrel and drinking heavily.

, completely ignoring the punches and kicks of the landlady. He quickly got up and walked to the door, blocking the landlady's fists and kicks with one hand, and pulled Sancho's head out of the barrel with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Don't hit him, he

You are my person, I will pay you any amount of money!"

"Your man?" The landlady looked Wang Wenzuo up and down. The man in front of her was tall, with high cheekbones, a thick beard connected to his temples, and a pair of bright black eyes. The original insult came to his lips.

He swallowed it back, glanced at his mouth and said: "A shepherd slave is worthy of my good wine! That's all, just give me ten five baht coins!"

Wang Wenzuo counted the money and put it in front of the landlady, and pointed at Sancho lying on the ground: "Get some cold water to wake him up!"

"Sancho drank too much wine just now. It has been dealt with!" Wang Wenzuo returned to the table: "Let everyone laugh!"

"Sanlang, you really don't look like someone from a high-ranking family!" A person next to him sighed: "To treat a Sanhan Mu slave so well, if it were me, I would have whipped him dozens of times to wake him up!

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"Because I'm not from the Langya Wang family in the first place!" Wang Wenzuo slandered, but he said with a smile: "We are in a foreign country with enemies everywhere, so it's better to be more lenient to those below. Maybe we will need it sometime.

Fuck them!"

"What Sanlang said is true!" Liu An nodded: "Judging from the secret letter carried by the fine craftsman yesterday, I'm afraid that Ansheng's life will not be easy for a few days!"

There was silence at the long table, and people stared at the remaining wine in the glass in front of them, speechless. Baekje is a mountainous country, full of mountains, valleys, swamps and large tracts of forest, with villages and towns scattered throughout.

, different from the Tang Dynasty, these forests are so dense that no sunlight can penetrate, as if they have not been disturbed since ancient times. The gloomy north wind blows the shadows of the trees, like ferocious living creatures, and outsiders can feel themselves.
Chapter completed!