Pei Min bid farewell to her mother and rode her beloved horse, Xiaolimaoyi Road south.

This time I went to Beijing to participate in the civil and military examination. The civil and military examination is Pei Min's strength, and it goes without saying that. However, there are some shortcomings in the martial arts examination. According to the information at hand, the martial arts examination is divided into horse ke, step shooting, skill and courage. Among them, step shooting, skill and courage Pei Min is not weak, especially the skill and courage. His swordsmanship is the most suitable for singles in the martial arts battle, and the battlefield fighting technique is suitable for group battles. When both sides encounter it, the former should not be too advantageous. As for step shooting, Pei Min is also sure about this point.

Confucian six arts, music, shooting, impulse, book, and number. Among them, the shooting finger is the art of archery. Pei Min, a child of Confucian scholar, also dabbled in the art of shooting. In his memory, the archery technique was very good. There have been records in history that General Pei was good at shooting. When he was a general in Peiping, he shot thirty tigers and was very fierce. With his current shooting skills, he was not considered a sharpshooter, and it was easy to meet the standard of martial arts.

Only Ma Ke is a flaw. Pei Min had never had any experience in riding a horse before Xiaolimao. This riding technique is exactly his weakness.

For some reason, when the road went south, Pei Min thought that he had enough time and was not in a hurry to enter Beijing. He changed to the official road and walked on the small road. He chose some difficult and unmanned roads to practice riding. There were few pedestrians on the road and there was no risk of hitting and hurting people.

Pei Min also realized the strength of the Wuzhumuqin horse. No matter how difficult the road is, no matter whether it is a mountain road, a brief discussion, a gravel road or a muddy road, Xiaoli Mao can be as good as walking on the ground. Generally speaking, if a horse wants to maintain its strength, it must eat hay and even be mixed with nutritious foods such as soybeans. Xiaoli Mao can maintain its own physical strength as long as it eats wild grass and leaves, and has extremely strong environmental adaptability.

Pei Min also had to sigh that it is no wonder that the mobility of the Mongolian cavalry is so terrible. The Wuzhumuqin horse is definitely the most suitable war horse in the world today.

With the help of a good horse, Pei Min himself has enough agility and his practice is extremely hard, and his riding skills are getting better.

On this day, Pei Min came to Jie County hungryly. When he entered the county, he smelled the strong fragrance of wine. He couldn't help but walk away with the fragrance of wine.

According to his original plan, he should go directly south to cross the Yellow River and first arrive at Luoyang, heading to Chang'an in the east, and browse both the east and west capitals of the Tang Dynasty at one time.

However, there are often a small difference between ideas and reality. He unknowingly moved to Anyi, Hedong. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he still had to face a fact. When he was taking a detour, he took a break from Luoyang and leaned towards Guanzhong. He simply made a mistake and went directly to Fengling Ferry Crossing and crossing the Yellow River to Chang'an. As for Luoyang, the waterway of Chang'an is particularly good. It will take a long time to arrive. It will be the same if you have time.

Therefore, he came to Zhixian County and planned to stay here for a night, crossing the Yellow River south early tomorrow and entering Guanzhong.

Looking for the fragrance Pei Min found the quaint wine shop of Yi. The wine shop had no name, but the word Du Kang was hung high.

The fragrance of wine came from the store. Pei Min handed Xiaolimao to the waiter outside the store to take care of him and give him good hay and soybeans. He was tired of Xiaolimao when he was on the road. Every time he arrived in a town, Xiaolimao would enjoy the treatment of a second-generation uncle.

When I entered the store, the store was almost full. The clever waiter stepped forward and took him to an empty seat, wiping the seat and wiping the table, and asked him what he wanted.

Pei Min asked, "What good wine do you have?" The weather turned cold, and after rushing the road, my body was chilly. Drinking a cup of hot wine at this time was simply a pleasure for the gods. Even if Pei Min didn't like wine, it was hard to resist the temptation.

The waiter said without hesitation: "It is the first time that the customer has visited the store. Since the store opened, it has only sold Du Kang for more than 50 years, and has never had a second type of wine."

"Okay!" Pei Min was a little surprised and said with a smile: "Then let's have a kilogram of Du Kang." As he said that, he ordered a few more dishes to eat wine and let the waiter prepare.

The ancients rarely drank raw wine because the winemaking technology at that time could not be sterile. People with poor stomachs would definitely have diarrhea after drinking it. During the Three Kingdoms period, they were used to drinking it, so there was also a hero who talked about wine. It was not very popular in the Tang Dynasty to drink wine because the taste of boiled wine became great. They liked to burn it slowly with a light heat until it was 60 to 70 degrees, which could kill bacteria and not change the flavor. This is the so-called soju.

Pei Min is also used to drinking soju. He burns it slightly on a slow fire. The aroma of the wine continues to float out of the smoke. Just smelling it makes people's index fingers activate.

The waiter first put the Dukang wine on the rack and roasted it.

Seeing that it was still possible to drink at some point, Pei Min looked around and looked at the environment in the store: the store was in full swing, and all kinds of people from all walks of life were talking about the latest news in various places, and they were all normal passengers. Only the person in the upper right corner made Pei Min couldn't help but take a look at it: That was a drunk. It was normal for there to have drunks in this hotel. But an alternative drunk like him was abnormal.

His head was scattered like a madman, with the key to the front opening and exposing his chest, revealing his loose fat body: Now, it was ten months old, and winter had already begun in Hedong Dynasty, and even a martial artist felt a little chill. At this moment, he was the only one who was as "heroic" as the other party.

"Aren't you afraid of being frozen?" Pei Min murmured softly.

The waiter put the cold dish of plum ginger on the table. He heard Pei Min's muttering and said, "Do you mean that drunkard?"

Pei Min nodded and said strangely: "Do you know him?"

The waiter curled his lips with a little disgust and said, "I don't know you, but the guest was a little confused. He asked for alcohol in our small shop last night. He didn't want anything, so he ordered wine. He drank on his own. When he was drunk, he fell to the ground and drank again when he woke up. We advised him not to listen, closed, and ignored him. He had been struggling all night, and he was not afraid of drinking to death. If the shopkeeper was not afraid of him being frozen to death and causing a life lawsuit, he would have been willing to throw him out."

Pei Min smiled sympathetically and said, "It's hard enough to meet such an alcoholic."

"No!" The waiter said with some gloating pleasure: "But his money for wine cannot last today. Let's see what he can drink at that time."

Seeing that the wine was about to heat up, Pei Min scooped it into a bowl and took a drink. Her whole body became warm in an instant, and she was enjoying the feeling.

Suddenly he heard a loud shout, and he laughed again, like crazy.

"Haha, I feel it, I feel it!"

Pei Min looked at the sound and found it was the drunkard. He danced and looked like he was crazy and poured his book basket towards the sky, and his books, pens, inks, silk and inkstone rolled.

He crawled on the ground and searched randomly, spread the silk cloth flat on the ground, grinding it randomly, but shouted: "Where is the pen? Where is the pen?"
Chapter completed!