There's a tavern here

Chapter 42
After several hours, there was no drop of wine in the wine gourd in Fang Bie's hand, and the small table was surrounded by drinkers holding wine cups. Le's reputation can be regarded as playing out more than half.

Quite a few people were talking about how amazing and touching the drink in their hands was, muttering that it would be no harm to travel all over Daxia just to have another sip of wine.

"This wine should only exist in the sky."

"It's a pity that there is only this small cup, and it's not enough to drink at all! If I drink other things later, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink it anymore."

"Hey, I know this, it's called Zeng Chaohai!"

Fang Bie couldn't help but feel a sense of pride when listening to the people in front of him praising his wine, but unfortunately, he took too little with him when he went out this time. Obviously, it is not a problem to hold ten altars of wine in two Qiankun gourds, but there is no problem. I still think less.

It's a disappointment to these drinkers.

Looking up at the sky, seeing the bright moon in the sky and the stars shining, I realized that it was time to go back to rest, so I went around the table and walked forward to face the drinkers.

"Everyone, I'm sorry that all the wine I brought today has been poured out. There is really not a drop left."

Saying goodbye, Fang picked up the wine gourd, opened the seal and poured it down. Just as he said, not a drop of wine came out of the spout.

"So everyone can go back. If you want to continue tasting this wine, please come to this place in Jinhua City to enjoy it carefully."

"Everyone, the future is long."

After saying that, Fang Bie waved his sleeves. After being flung out, the sleeves, which were obviously not too big, swelled enough to cover a table. After putting the wine table in front of him back, it returned to its original appearance.

The drinkers who were still in a mess around them all stopped talking after seeing Fang Bie's move, and stood there dumbfounded, as if they had just seen some miracle in heaven and earth.

"You read that right, is such a big table being tucked into the sleeves?"

"This shopkeeper seems to be a fairy, otherwise he wouldn't have made this fairy wine from the sky for us mortals to drink."

After hearing this explanation, people also nodded one after another, turned around and left, but they had already deeply engraved the three words of joy here in their hearts.

After all, people who love wine can resist the temptation of beauty and the invasion of money, but they can't resist the love of fine wine, so what is a few miles away?
After tidying up everything, Fang Bie was also preparing to go home with Yan Chixia, but just before leaving, Yan Chixia suddenly called Fang Bie to stop.

"Brother Fang, are we really going back like this?"

"Actually, when the two of us came out of the human sacrifice pit, I picked up a roll of bamboo slips, but I haven't come to look at it. Just take advantage of this time to see what it is. After all, I think Brother Fang is very important to Shang You must know more than I do.”

Then Yan Chixia groped for a roll of bamboo slips in the sword box. The ordinary bamboo slips might have turned into a pile of dust in a hundred years, but the scroll in front of her was still shiny even after thousands of years.

The whole body is like jade, and the handwriting is clear. People should believe that it was made the day before yesterday.

Fang Bie slowly unfolded it, and the business text on the bamboo slips was rediscovered. If Fang Bie alone, he would definitely not be able to understand the business text on it like a ghostly talisman, but with the vanity record, the result would be different.

Fang Bie closed his eyes and recited the title of the book of Hua Hua Lu silently, a lavender light bloomed on the book seal on his arm, and Hua Hua Lu got out of it, floated onto the bamboo slips and translated the complicated and obscure business language on the pages of the book .

But in Yan Chixia's eyes, Fang Bie held up the bamboo slips and closed his eyes to meditate, unable to see the book of vanity floating on the bamboo slips.

At this moment, Fang Bie also opened his eyes, and what he saw were densely packed pages on both sides, but compared to those Shang Wen that made people dizzy at a glance, these were nothing.

"Using the spirit of the heaven and the earth, sacrifice to the ghosts and gods for blessings, so that the city will be closed and the country will be safe from disasters; the crops on the fields will not be damaged by wind and rain, and the harvest will be bumper every year; the residents in the city will not be killed by demons, so sacrifice the souls to conquer the ghosts and gods. Bless."

What follows is the general process of the human sacrifice. There are several chief priests, and detailed records are made of the scale of each limit and the blessings given by the gods at the end.

But it did not clearly explain the preferences of these gods and ghosts in the sky, as well as the harm of sacrifices.

Until the last line—sacrificing the essence of a hundred people, you can see the avenue of longevity.Only then did Fang Bieming realize what Zong Yang had done.

Suddenly remembered Zong Yang, and by the way, he also checked its origin, after all, according to what it said, it would leave its own mark on history.

So Fang Bie asked Hua Hua Lu:
"Do you have any records about a man named Zong Yang in the Shang Dynasty?"

After listening to Huahualu, the pages of the whole book opened without wind, turning quickly, and finally stopped on two blank papers.

The pitch-black ink words slowly appeared on the page, it was the introduction about Zong Yang.

[Zong Yang, the high priest and fortune teller in the Shang Dynasty, died young because of too many divinations, which damaged his longevity. Before he died, he beheaded a small tribe for human sacrifice. Although he lived forever in the end, he ended up neither human nor ghost. "

After reading these, Fang Bie had a long-lost smile on his face again, and it would not disappear because of any difficulties. After a sudden realization, he also told Yan Chixia all these things.

"What!? You said that this bamboo slip records Da Shang's method of human sacrifice, and when did you check Zong Yang's information?"

Yan Chixia waited for the big eyes, unable to understand why.

"In this case, Brother Fang can guess what Zong Yang's purpose is. Now that we let the tiger go back to the mountain, if we don't interfere, it will be a hidden danger after all."

Fang Bie touched his chin, thoughtfully said:

"I think its purpose is to restore the identity and appearance of a person, not to be an abominable monster that everyone shouts and beats."

"As for how it will act, and why it colluded with the governor of Yunling, I really don't know. Let's take it step by step. The truth will eventually surface. All we can do is to be silent. waiting."

"One more thing, Brother Yan, this bamboo slip is of no use to you, can you give it to me?"

Yan Chixia grinned at Fang Bie's request:
"Brother Fang, if you can let someone drink to their heart's content for free every day in the future, Brother Fang will take this bamboo slip!"

Fang Bie just ignored what Yan Chixia said just now, and put away the bamboo slip. After all, this method of human sacrifice can be promoted in business, and it has merits after all, so he plans to spend his free time in the future. Research here.

What if something amazing is really discovered?

(End of this chapter)