Prosperous Tang Soul

Chapter 328 The magical effect of alcohol!

Damn!

Cheng Chu scolded himself silently, why did he forget about the alcohol?
He still remembered Zhang Yi treating the jar as a treasure back then in Zhangjiazhuang. He thought it was just a sip of wine and got drunk for a day, and then he was scolded so badly that he couldn't even reply.

Zhang Yi!

my brother!

are you alive now
Cheng Chumo believes that such a smart person should survive, right?
Although he actually knew that the chance of surviving this way was almost zero, he still felt that Zhang Yi would definitely be able to escape.Even if everyone is dead, he can!
This has nothing to do with logic, it's just a false hope for yourself, maybe unless you see Zhang Yi's body, otherwise...
Dispelling the messy thoughts in his mind, Cheng Chumo returned to his tent.

The tents are small and messy, and to the men on the march, the so-called appearance and exquisiteness are useless rubbish.

Because no matter how clean and tidy you are, the enemy will not be soft-hearted and cut you short.

So Cheng Chumo felt that instead of spending a lot of time rectifying the internal affairs, it would be better to muddle along, at least it would make people sleep a little longer.

As the saying goes, what is good in the past must be imitated in the future. Almost all the tents in the entire forward battalion have become dog kennels.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, I finally found the precious jar in the corner.

From Cheng Chumo's point of view, the things here are more than precious, they are so precious to the limit!

In the past, at Zhang Yi's house, a sip of spirits that could warm your heart for half a day was already a priceless good, but the alcohol in it is the essence extracted from spirits. According to Zhang Yi, at least five jars are needed Only spirits can make such a jar, how valuable is it?

When he came to the wounded barracks, Wu Jingui had fallen asleep again.

Maybe it hurts, maybe he really has no energy, like a sick cat, slamming his head against the head of the bed, compared with the strong and brave man before, he is like a straw in the wind, as if As soon as it is blown by the wind, it will float away with the wind.

"General!"

Zhou Ting watched Cheng Chumo walk in, and quickly got up to greet him.

"En!" Cheng Chumo nodded, then sat next to Wu Sanjin with the wine jar in his arms, and took out a linen cloth that he thought was clean

However, he was a little suspicious at the moment. Could it be that what the general said just now were comforting words?

Because at this moment Cheng Chumo had already lifted the seal on the wine jar, and an extremely strong smell of wine had already spread out.

Could it be that the general wanted to let the third child have a drink before he died?
You must know that alcohol is a luxury item no matter it is on weekdays or now, and ordinary soldiers can't drink it, and even if they have money, they are reluctant to buy it.

After all, the price of wine is not low. A catty of wine is almost the price of a liter of new rice. If it is replaced by aged chestnuts, it will be almost more than two liters. It can be made into gruel, which is enough for a family of five to eat for a month.

Therefore, although many people like to drink, in fact, this thing can only be drunk a little during the festivals, or when catching up with weddings and funerals.

But even so, the wine they drank was only the cheapest and cheapest wine sold in wine shops. It would be a dream to drink a sip of the good wine from a noble family like Cheng Chumo.

Smelling the strong aroma of wine, Zhou Ting was sure that the wine in Cheng Chumo's wine jar was definitely good wine.

"Hey, General, let me do it!" Zhou Ting sighed, and said, "Don't drink such fine wine on weekdays, even ordinary wine. Good wine, this life is not in vain!"

While speaking, Zhou Ting wanted to wake Wu Sanjin up.

According to his thinking, this meal of wine was the wine that Cheng Chumo had prepared for the third child. Although there was no food, it seemed that Cheng Chumo had done his best.

After all, the food and fodder in the army is almost gone, so no matter how many thoughts you have, you can only stop there.

"Let the third son sleep for a while!" Cheng Chumo shook his head, then picked up a thick bowl, and then carefully poured out half of the alcohol in the wine jar. It seemed that there was not enough alcohol, so he poured a little more , and then quickly sealed the mouth of the altar.

Cheng Chumo has always had a fierce fight with the sergeant, and he would take out any good things to enjoy together. Seeing Cheng Chumo's cautious appearance, for fear of falling a little too much, Zhou Ting secretly scolded Cheng Chumo for being stingy for no reason.

No matter how expensive this wine is, Wu Laosan is about to die. Could it be that he can't even take a sip of wine?

But soon he corrected his attitude. After all, there was a gap between the identities of the two. One was the high-ranking prince of the state, and the other was a veteran who was nothing. Other generals don't get this kind of treatment.

Smelling the strong aroma of wine, Zhou Ting unconsciously wriggled his throat, and he also wanted to drink a little bit.

It’s been several months since this expedition, and I haven’t even had a sip of wine. I remember that the last time I drank was half a year ago when the eldest son of the old man next door got married and drank a small bowl.
"Virtue! This is a treasure. I dare not spoil it. I want to drink until I return to Chang'an and I will let you drink enough!" Cheng Chumo scolded Zhou Ting carelessly, and then helped Wu Sanjin take off his upper body clothes down.

Perhaps because he felt a little cold, Wu Sanjin shrank his body, but fortunately, there was a mattress that was not too thin, which made him feel a little warmth.

Seeing the empty wound on Wu Sanjin's left shoulder, Cheng Chumo felt a little uncomfortable.

This once iron-like man has now turned into this appearance.

The whole arm was gone, only a fist wound with pus and blood, the red and swollen skin was red and hot, maybe it was too painful, even in his sleep, Wu Sanjin's mouth kept breathing deeply .

"Damn! Find a skipping rope and tie Sanjin to the bed!" Cheng Chumo gritted his teeth and told Zhou Ting: "I'm going to wipe his wound right away, if this guy resists later, he'll be in trouble!"

"it is good!"

Although he didn't understand Cheng Chumo's intentions, Zhou Ting nodded, and quickly found a rope to tie Wu Sanjin up.

"No, it's too loose!" Cheng Chumo tried the rope with his hands and found it was loose, and immediately said: "Tie it tighter, tie all the hands and feet, and then fix it on the bed. You know the strength of the third child. If you wait We can't control him when he goes crazy for a while!"

(End of this chapter)