Chapter 60

As night fell, Zaisang sat in the main seat of a large tent, with Hailanzhu and Wudamu sitting to his left, and Yueyang to his right, while Shunbao stood behind him. In front of each person was a low table, on which there was a large plate of beef and mutton, a small bowl of spices, and a large pot of horse milk wine.

"Come, come, come, Young Master Yue, let me toast you again!"

"Young Master Yue, you really have a good capacity for alcohol, another cup!"

Zaisang, being generous, frequently raised his large bowl to toast Yueyang. The Mongolians' reputation for hospitality was well-proven at this moment. Yueyang had already downed two bowls of horse milk wine, and the mixture of the horse milk's sourness and the alcohol's taste made him feel nauseous. What surprised him was that not only could the lean old man Zaisang drink, but even the beautiful Hailanzhu could finish her drinks in one go, showing no signs of being outdone by her father.

"Do all Mongolian women drink so well?"

Yueyang mused to himself. The horse milk wine wasn't very strong, probably around ten degrees, but its sweet and sour taste was something he found hard to get used to. Yueyang estimated that if he drank another bowl, he would definitely vomit. Looking at the milky white horse milk wine in his bowl, Yueyang suddenly remembered that he had a few bottles of baijiu in his tent. He turned to Shunbao, who was standing behind him, and whispered a few words. Shunbao understood and quickly left.

After chatting with Zaisang for a few more moments, Shunbao returned with a basket. Yueyang then smiled at Zaisang and said, "Chief Zaisang, please forgive my rudeness. The Mongolian horse milk wine is indeed good, but I really can't get used to it. Fortunately, I brought a few bottles of fine wine from within the pass. I, Yueyang, would be honored to share it with Chief Zaisang!"

People from cold regions are naturally fond of alcohol, and Zaisang was no exception. Hearing this, he was delighted, "Really? Young Master Yue, bring it over quickly!"

Yueyang gestured, "Hehe, Chief Zaisang, please wait a moment. Shunbao, pour some for Chief Zaisang and Miss Hailanzhu!"

"Yes!"

Shunbao responded and quickly took out a beautifully packaged glass bottle and unscrewed the cap. Immediately, a rich and fragrant aroma of alcohol filled the entire tent.

As soon as the aroma spread, Zaisang's expression changed. He sniffed the air and asked in surprise, "Young Master Yue, what kind of wine is this? It smells so good!"

Wudamu, sitting next to Hailanzhu, also exclaimed, "Yes, this wine smells so good. I've never smelled such a fragrant wine before."

Yueyang smiled slightly and said, "This is a type of baijiu from within the pass, called Maotai. I bought it at a high price. Please, Chief Zaisang and Miss Hailanzhu, try it!"

As he spoke, Shunbao took out a few exquisite small cups and poured the wine for Zaisang, Hailanzhu, and Wudamu.

Looking at the small porcelain cups and the clear, transparent baijiu, Zaisang glared at Yueyang, "Young Master Yue, you're too stingy. You're giving us such small cups. We men of the grasslands always drink from large bowls. These small cups are only used by Han people, right?"

"Exactly, such small cups can only clean my teeth!"

Wudamu, sitting at the back, also complained. Only Hailanzhu, sitting in the middle, smiled at Yueyang, as if waiting for his explanation.

"Damn! These two brutes." Yueyang couldn't help but sweat. This is a bottle of Flying Fairy Maotai worth seven hundred silver dollars. It's not like your horse milk wine that comes in buckets. If you drink it like horse milk wine, I wouldn't have enough money to keep up with you. Besides, this is 53-degree strong alcohol. You people who only drink horse milk wine would be knocked out in one bowl. Do you still want to drink it in bowls?

Although he thought this, Yueyang still had to explain, "Chief Zaisang, Miss Hailanzhu, this wine is very strong. If you drink it from a large bowl, you'll probably be drunk after one bowl!"

"What? One bowl and we're out?"

Zaisang and Wudamu were immediately angry. The two things Mongolian men were most proud of were their horsemanship and their drinking capacity. Now, Yueyang was saying they couldn't handle it in their most proud area. Wasn't this a direct insult?

Wudamu immediately glared at Yueyang, "Young Master Yue, I respect you as a guest from afar, but you can't insult the men of the grasslands!"

"Damn, this guy really can't tell the difference between good and bad!" Faced with such a person, Yueyang was somewhat at a loss, so he gave Shunbao a look. Shunbao then poured a full large bowl of wine for Wudamu. To Yueyang, this bowl was indeed too large, probably holding at least seven ounces or half a liter.

Looking at the fragrant, clear, and transparent baijiu in the large bowl, Wudamu nodded in satisfaction, picked up the bowl, and gulped it down. Immediately, a scorching heat and fragrance flowed from his throat to his stomach.

Putting down the bowl, Wudamu couldn't help but exclaim, "Good wine!" and gave Yueyang a thumbs up.

But before Wudamu could put down his hand, he felt a dizzy sensation surge to his head, and soon he began to sway. Quickly, this self-proclaimed heavy drinker collapsed on the table, soon snoring loudly.

Yueyang didn't say anything, just looked at Zaisang and Hailanzhu, his eyes saying, "See, I didn't lie to you!"

With the lesson from Wudamu, Zaisang naturally didn't dare to insist on using a large bowl. He used the small cups and sipped the wine slowly. But after his first cup, he was immediately conquered by this fine wine. He smacked his lips, savoring the lingering fragrance, and asked eagerly, "Young Master Yue, what kind of wine is this? It's so good. Can you sell me a few jars?"

"A few jars? Do you think this is homemade rice wine from the countryside?" Yueyang's facial muscles twitched, and he shook his head, "Chief Zaisang, this wine is very precious and has a limited production. I don't have much. If you like it, I can give you a few bottles, but if you want a few jars, I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Not much in stock and limited production?" Zaisang repeated, then his eyes darted between Hailanzhu and himself, a mysterious smile on his face, "Young Master Yue, you're so young. How did your family let you come out to do business? Did they let you go so easily?"

"What's there to be reluctant about?" Yueyang smiled, "A fledgling eagle can never hide in its parents' embrace. It must go through storms to become a soaring eagle!"

"Good, well said!" Zaisang's admiration grew. His eyes quickly darted around, and he asked casually, "Then, coming here, isn't your wife worried?"

Shaking his head, Yueyang honestly replied, "Thank you for your concern, but I'm not married yet!"

Hearing this, Zaisang couldn't hold back any longer. He slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "That's great!"

"Huh!" Yueyang was stunned, looking at Zaisang with some displeasure. What's up with this old guy? Why is he so happy that I'm not married?

Seeing Yueyang's unfriendly gaze, Zaisang immediately realized he had been misunderstood. He quickly pointed to Hailanzhu, "Young Master Yue, what do you think of my precious daughter? Is she beautiful?"

Yueyang looked at Hailanzhu, who was sitting next to her father. Her originally fair face was flushed from the alcohol, and the candlelight in the tent made her even more beautiful. Yueyang sincerely praised, "Of course, Hailanzhu is indeed the most beautiful flower on the科尔沁草原!"

Hearing Yueyang's praise, even the bold Hailanzhu couldn't help but feel a bit shy.

Zaisang smiled even more proudly, burped, and waved his hand, "Then, if I give her to you, will you accept?"

"What?"

Zaisang's words shocked Yueyang speechless...

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