Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Chapter 81

Being stared at by so many people, Jiang Qingyu knew that she couldn't avoid it, so she could only bite the bullet and pour down the bowl of strong wine in her stomach.

"Gollum—"

In an instant, he felt as if a fire was burning in his throat and abdomen, but it was not very painful, but his whole body was hot, so hot that he wanted to take off his robe.

"turn out to be……"

"Is it to keep out the cold?"

Jiang Qingyu seemed to understand another effect of Zhuangxing wine.

Later, he imitated the posture of others and threw the bowl to the ground forcefully.

boom!
Seeing this scene, everyone began to whisper:
"The fat man said that Zhuangxing wine was prepared by the fourth son? 100-year-old Xinfeng wine?"

"What a joke!"

"A bowl of 100-year-old Xinfeng wine costs thousands of taels of silver. There are thousands of bowls of wine consumed today, worth millions of taels of silver. How can the fourth son get it?"

"Actually...it's not that expensive."

One of the crowd took out the abacus that the old man carried with him:
"The price of wine in Qifengju has always been high, and there are not many hundred-year-old Xinfeng wines in stock. In addition, some people continue to boast that rare goods are available, so the price remains high. But now thousands of bowls are taken out at one time, which is enough It proves that Qifengju has a large inventory, and this wine is not worth a thousand taels of silver."

"In my opinion, at least [-]% off the price!"

"Besides, the owner of Qifengju is a smart man. If he sells it to the army to make Zhuangxing wine, the price must be calculated according to the cost price, and it should be deducted by another [-]%!"

"Based on this, 50 taels of silver is more than enough for such a feast of wine."

Someone praised:
"The old gentleman knows the way inside!"

"But 50 taels of silver is not a small amount of money. It is enough for ordinary people to stay in the fourth floor of the general's drunkenness for a whole year. The palace's salary is not much. How can the Fourth Young Master get it?"

"Could it be that the prince is helping again?"

"Eighty percent... right?"

……

Most people thought that this scene was the King of Rejecting the North trying to build momentum for Jiang Qingyu.

Even in the Qingjian Battalion, there was a lieutenant general in the Fate Star Realm who couldn't help complaining to Jiang Qingjian:

"My lord, the prince is too partial!"

"Knowing that the Second Madam has already announced that they will prepare wine for the soldiers, but still come out like this, isn't this clearly bullying us!"

However, Jiang Qingjian was calm and composed, still patiently studying the map in his hand.

"This matter was not arranged by my father, it was probably done by my fourth brother himself."

He glanced at the carriage where Jiang Qingyu was, and said with emotion:

"The young man has been hiding his clumsiness for more than ten years, and now he finally can't help but want to show off in front of everyone?"

"Pity……"

"This little trick has nothing to do with the outcome."

The deputy general couldn't believe it:

"My lord, you mean that idiot... Fourth Young Master went to Qifengju to buy wine by himself? But where did he get so much money?"

Jiang Qingjian didn't answer, but pointed to a point on the map and asked:

"Brother Jiang Xun, if I remember correctly, the batch of warming supplies that grandfather prepared in advance was hidden here, right?"

The deputy general nodded and said:
"Yes, son."

Jiang Qingjian smiled without saying a word.

The Winter Hunting Competition lasts for a month, and it is not just because of passion or a little calculation that one can stand out from the crowd.

Especially in such severe cold weather, if there is not enough material reserves, an army will lose more than half of its combat effectiveness if it can't last ten days!
If you choose to use war to support war, you have to slaughter the Di tribe, but many tribes in Beidi got the news of winter hunting more than a month ago, so how could they be unprepared?
So, fourth brother, your money was not spent wisely!
……

Unlike Jiang Qingjian who took it calmly, Jiang Qingzhu, the third lady of the palace, was holding on to the reins tightly at this time, with a look of unwillingness on her face:
"If I were a man..."

The next moment, she sighed again and swallowed the remaining half of the sentence.

It seems that he has accepted his fate.

On the side, "Black Fox" Liang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in relief:
"Miss, don't worry, as long as you follow Liang's plan, we still have a chance of winning!"

"hope so."

Jiang Qingzhu's tone was not very confident.

……

The other side.

When Jiang Qingmeng heard Shen Qianjin's name-calling words, she almost couldn't help cheering.

"General Yu, it seems that the father is still very supportive of the fourth brother!"

Yu An next to him frowned, and glanced at the carriage where Jiang Qingyu was.

This is not like rejecting the handwriting of the King of the North!
but……

It doesn't look like the fourth son's handwriting, does it?
The way he cried poor in the Ziyan courtyard that day did not seem to be a fake!

It's just weird.

……

In the school grounds, the princes and ladies of the prince's mansion had their own concerns, only the fifth lady, Jiang Qingyin, seemed very different,

She was holding the bowl of strong wine that choked her nose, and bravely took a small sip.

However, even such a small sip made her cough continuously, her pretty face flushed slightly.

"Ahem, is this broken wine worth thousands of taels of silver?"

"Qifengju is running a black shop!"

"I won't even drink this wine if I pay Miss Ben a thousand taels of silver!"

On the side, a female lieutenant reminded in a low voice:

"Miss, you have to drink Zhuang Xing wine, if you can't, just put on a show, while everyone is looking at the fourth son, hurry up and throw the bowl!"

"..."

Jiang Qingyin blinked:
"That's okay too?"

So she put the bowl to her mouth, closed her red lips at the same time, raised her head slightly, and let the strong wine flow down her chin to the skirt of her clothes. After pouring out half of the bowl, she threw the rest of the wine together with the pottery bowl on the ground.

boom!
"How about it, is my lady good at acting?"

Jiang Qingyin looked at the female lieutenant general, seeking compliments.

But seeing the other party staring at his chest, he was amazed.

She looked down and found that the front of her chest was already wet with wine, and it was clinging to her skin.

Such as a map of Pingchuan.

……

at the same time.

in the stands.

Many guests understood that this matter has nothing to do with the prince.

After all, just now, even the King of Rejecting the North was surprised by this Zhuang Xingjiu.

Besides...

Although the three states in the northern border were not considered poor, they were not considered rich because of the large amount of pensions that were paid out to the families of the fallen soldiers every year.

Even the King of the North would not have spent 10 taels of silver for a Zhuang Xingjiu!

Otherwise, the next day all the officials in the capital will criticize it!

"May I ask Mr. Shen, how much money did my ineffective son spend on buying wine this time?"

King Rejecting Bei stared at Shen Qianjin, and there seemed to be a trace of dissatisfaction in his words.

He has never advocated extravagance and waste.

Counting 10 taels of silver can do a lot of things, if it is only spent on a wine trip, it is not worth it!
Unexpectedly, Shen Qianjin said loudly:

"I tell the lord, there is nothing you can buy or not, it's all from your own family, and Qifengju is the fourth son's property!"

"Xinfeng wine is also home-brewed, and it's not worth a lot of money."

"in addition……"

"The fourth son also ordered that when the soldiers return from victory, they will set up several hundred tables of celebration banquets in Qifengju, so that everyone can drink to their heart's content, and they will not return without getting drunk!"

After shouting these words, Shen Qianjin panted, triumphant on the surface, but very wronged in his heart.

A month ago, a pair of fifteen and sixteen-year-old Bing Tilian broke into his room with dozens of masked killers, threatening to buy the entire Qifengju.

He refused.

The girl ordered someone to carry out a box of gold.

But who is Shen Qianjin?

Qifengju is making a lot of money every day, will he be short of money?

However, when crates of gold filled the entire room, Shen Qianjin realized that he, who owned twelve wineries and dozens of restaurants, was really a "poor man"!
What's even more exaggerated is that among the group of masked killers, there was not only Fate Star Realm, but also more than one Bright Moon Realm. His dozens of personal guards hired with huge sums of money were all knocked out before even pulling out their knives!

In this way, Shen Qianjin "voluntarily" became a slave to money.

He also "voluntarily" became the fourth son.

To this day, he regrets endlessly:
"Damn!"

"If I had known that opening a brothel would be so profitable, I wouldn't have opened a restaurant in the first place!"

(End of this chapter)