The news that the Tang Dynasty's heavenly soldiers were going to line up to perform martial arts outside the city soon spread throughout Yuanqu City. At this time, the king Long Tuqi Shi, the powerful chiefs in charge of the country, ordered all the troops to come and watch, which was nothing.

For the wealthy chiefs in Yanqi, the Tang army and the Yeye were going to form a formation to perform martial arts to demonstrate the majesty of the Supreme Kingdom and the Heavenly Kingdom. They came to accompany them. Besides, they were worried that the king Long Tuqi Shi, the invitation of them to the palace for a banquet, would be better now that they could bring their own troops.

So in just a few days, all the wealthy chiefs from all over Yanqi led their troops to the capital, ranging from five to six hundred people to two to three hundred people. In the end, no less than six thousand soldiers were stationed outside the city of Yuanqu.

Chen Guang did not stay in Yanqi Town these days, but moved into the guest house in Yuanqu City. He took the time to go to the palace and got a few good horses given to him by the king Long Tuqi Shi.

"Langjun, are those Hu merchants waiting in the warehouse?"

Hearing the shouts of the fang soldiers, Chen Guang left the guest house, then turned over and headed towards the caravan where his caravan had been stationed. Because the news that the Tang Dynasty soldiers were going to line up to perform martial arts, many caravans that had originally planned to leave were stopped again. For those Hu merchants, this was a rare event, and it would be fine if they set off for a few days late.

Walking on the street, looking at the crowds that seemed bustling because of the luxuriant Silk Road, Chen Guang thought that three days later, the king would start a massacre in the city, and the blood was flowing into a river, hoping that those Hu merchants would not regret staying to watch the fun.

Chen Guang accidentally reminded Long Tuqishi to restrain his troops from harassing the city's business travelers at that time, because this is a thankless thing, not to mention that Long Tuqishi may not listen. Of course, if Long Tuqishi can really restrain his troops from not committing any crimes against many Hu Shangqiu, he may be the next one to die.

"Langjun, we're here."

When Chen Guang came to his senses from his reverie, he saw that they had arrived at the place and got off the horse. When he saw the owner of the warehouse coming forward to greet him, he just responded and did not say anything more.

He came back to Yuanqucheng just to make money. Now he has a very famous reputation for burning knives, but he can't buy them at all on the market. The more he does this, the more he wants to get the burning knives and sell them in Chang'an, Luoyang and other places.

Because as the journey is far away, the price naturally doubles up. Of course, is it worth it to burn a knife? Those Hu merchants who have been waiting in the warehouse for a long time are all the owners who do not see rabbits or show eagles.

This is also because Chen Guang came and asked the soldiers to bring two big jars of burning knives. He believed that after tasting the Hu Shangs, he would understand what real wine is. Is it also called wine that cannot be drunk?

"I've met Mr. Lang."

In the lobby of the warehouse, about twenty Hu merchants and merchants stood up to greet him. Chen Guang's reputation is now quite good, and the jade-faced judge from Yancheng is already well-known.

However, Chen Guang himself was not very satisfied with the title, but he had no choice but to give him the nickname Feng Changqing. If someone else had changed, he would have to whip hard after returning to Yancheng.

"Please sit down. I am here today. I am not a judge from the Protectorate's House, but like you, they are all merchants."

Chen Guang's straightforward words surprised the Hu merchants. It was the first time they saw noble people from the Tang Dynasty who did not dare to call themselves merchants, which made them inevitably feel a little favorable.

"We are in Shangyan. Since you are here, you are willing to wait for someone to come back. That is what you think is that the stoke knives are indeed the best-selling wine in the world, although you have not drunk it yet."

When Chen Guang said this, the Hu merchants couldn't help laughing. They thought that the Chen Langjun spoke very funny, not as arrogant as other nobles from the Tang Dynasty.

"I brought it here today. Please give me some taste. We will discuss the transaction later."

As Shen Guang said, the soldiers naturally came out with two big jars of burning knives, smashed the mud seal, and picked up the sealed red paper. Suddenly, a smell of wine spread out from the jar. When they smelled the smell close, they knew that this must be a good wine.

The white wine is the more mellow the more it is. The two jars of burning knives brought by Shenguang have been stored for at least two months. Although it is not as good as the three-year-old and five-year-old, it is much better than the smell when it was just distilled.

The soldiers put wine cups in front of Hu Shang and merchants, and then poured them over. They poured not much wine, only a shallow layer. At this time, Chen Guang continued to say, "I'm extremely strong in this kind of knife. I believe you have heard of it. Please drink it slowly when you taste it."

Before Chen Guang could finish his words, Hu Shang and Dajia, who had good wine, raised his cup and drank it. He didn't take these words to heart. Then the expressions of these people were like opening a dyeing shop.

What a spicy wine!

Why is it so hard to drink!

Almost all the people who were drinking had the same thoughts at the same time, but when the wine that was drunk was swallowed into their stomachs, the warmth that rose from their stomachs and the alcoholic spirit above them immediately made them realize that this wine was different from the wine they had drunk in the past.

It is fierce and strong, and the taste is not good, but it is indeed a good wine they have never drunk!

As more and more people drank the wine in the cup, the faces of the big guys became more and more exciting, and they were hostile to each other and guarded against each other.

What a beauty it would be to drink such a strong wine in the cold winter. If the wine was sold to the grassland or even more distant Liaodong, they could exchange for the horse-horse war horses and the rare Dongzhu.

Several Hu Shangs, who were far away from Shuofang and even in Youyan, had even eyes shining in their eyes. After looking at each other for a few times, they tacitly decided to join forces. Instead of selling this burning knife to Chang'an, it would be better to sell it to the grassland. This is a good thing that can make those barbarians crazy.

Chen Guang patiently waited for all the Hu merchants to taste it for two or three times before continuing to speak, "You have already tasted it. I think this burning knife is not worth the bidding, so I can leave."

No one is willing to leave. Everyone knows that from now on, this burning knife will be known as the most powerful wine in the world. There will be a lot of drunkards in this world who are willing to lose all their money for such wine.

"It seems that this wine is pretty good, and you are unwilling to withdraw. So I will talk about a few conditions first. You think you can agree, so let's talk about the price."

"I'll ask my husband to tell you."

The impatient Hu Shangdajia shouted loudly below, obviously he had drunk too much just now and lost his usual calmness. As he spoke, many people also agreed, "Yes, please ask your husband..."

"It is not easy to make this charcoal, and there are only more than 300 jars in total. Moreover, this wine needs to be stored underground. The longer it is, the older it is, the more fragrant it becomes. I will not hide the charcoal you drink today. It has been only stored for three months, and it is not considered an authentic charcoal."

Hearing this, the Hu merchants became more and more surprised. They didn't expect that such strong wine could make the taste more mellow and soft, but unfortunately they couldn't taste it.

"Therefore, what I sold to you today is the quota for these three hundred jars of knives. If you want to pick up the goods, you can go to Yancheng Shenyuan to get wine in the spring of the next year. If you feel uneasy, you can leave."

After Chen Guang finished speaking, no one was willing to leave, and no one thought that 300 jars were too few. In their opinion, such good wine is naturally not easy to brew, and rare things are precious.

"The other is that this wine consumes a lot of food. If anyone can use food and other goods to offset money, he will consider it."

"After saying something, you can bid, please write your bid on paper."

Chen Guang knew that if the three hundred knives in Chenyuan could be sold at a higher price by using the method of taking a photo, but he was unwilling to ruin his reputation among these Hu merchants, so he chose this fairest way.

Seeing the paper and pens sent to him by the soldiers, the Hu merchants realized that the Shen Langjun in front of them was different from them. He was not a greedy person, but had great wisdom.

But this bidding opportunity was only once, which made them worry. For a while, the Hu merchants were holding pens and it was difficult for them to fall behind.
Chapter completed!