Chapter 821: Offering Wine

The savages hurriedly shifted their bodies to move a little further away, but their noses did not stop for a single moment, continuing to breathe rapidly, greedily enjoying the aroma of the Wine, while their mouths began to secrete saliva and their throats swallowed continuously.

The Soldier said to Fu, "Hey, go and take out that small box." He pointed a finger at the box, which was in a fairly obvious spot: "Just that one, go quickly."

Fu nodded in agreement hurriedly and then rose quickly to fetch the box, fearing that if he returned too late, the fragrance of the Wine would have all been inhaled.

Handing the box to the Soldier, he leaned in to sniff again; he was barely considered a person of Huaxia, so he wouldn't be scolded for leaning in closer to smell it.

The Soldier opened the box, inside of which was a set of small wine cups for serving Wine, along with a wine ladle; unfortunately, no tribe had been tricked this time, so these items were originally not needed and thus had not been laid out.

But now the Soldier held the wine ladle and plunged it into the jar, scooping out a ladle of Wine; those savages also saw the true appearance of the Wine in the bamboo wine ladle—it was actually just like water, with absolutely no difference, yet the taste could not be faked.

The Soldier told Fu and the others to each take out a small cup, and they immediately picked up a porcelain cup the size of a finger, placing it carefully in their palms.

"Pinch it with your fingers; if you hold it like that, how am I supposed to pour the Wine?" the Soldier said with slight dissatisfaction.

Fu, however, could not believe his ears: "Pour the Wine? Do you mean you are going to let us drink it?"

"Nonsense, why else would I pour the Wine? To let you look at it? If you want to drink, hurry up and hold it steady."

Fu immediately pinched the wine cup firmly with his fingers, then watched as the liquid Wine fell drop by drop from the ladle into his cup; a few drops fell onto the ground, which pained him greatly, while those savages could do nothing but keep swallowing saliva—they couldn't exactly shove their heads over to catch it under someone else's wine.

The Wine overflowed onto Fu's fingers, and he hurriedly switched the cup to his other hand, then began to suck on his fingers; the Soldier frowned at this action.

Afterward, he poured a cup for each of those people from the Chishe, then put the wine ladle, along with the remaining Wine inside, back into the wine jar.

The few who had already sucked their fingers had strange expressions, their brows furrowed together—how could Wine taste like this?

The Soldier sat cross-legged and said to them with a smile: "Now you can drink. Drink slowly, savor it bit by bit, don't drink it like water."

Fu and the others were very expectant, so they pinched the pitiful little wine cup with both hands and slowly brought it to their mouths, but the closer the Wine got to their noses, the more pungent the fragrance became; yet there was no time for doubt, and as the cup tilted, all the Wine entered their mouths, and the brows of the whole group furrowed simultaneously.

They clenched their teeth, smacked their lips, and quickly began to rub their chests; almost without delay, the face of one savage turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Soldier pointed at him with a smile: "Hey, does it really go to your face that fast? How much did you even drink?"

The few people were just experiencing the unique sensation of the Wine, which was like drinking a mouthful of hot soup, but there was still a small difference; in any case, it was very strange—was this the water that the Heaven gods drank?

The savage Tribal Chiefs could only watch longingly, and Huaxia clearly had no intention of sharing such precious things with them; being allowed to smell the aroma so wantonly was already good enough.

The Soldier looked at the savage's flushed face and said to him: "Alright, go back and sleep, otherwise you'll be dizzy in a moment."

That red-faced savage knew he was being addressed and nodded in embarrassment, but as soon as he stood up, he felt a bit dizzy and nearly stumbled, luckily managing to stand back up.

Everyone was very surprised—does drinking Wine cause this? The two Huaxia Soldiers were shocked at this person's alcohol tolerance; it was truly too low, and he would likely be drunk just from smelling it a while longer.

At this moment, the Soldier who had been accompanying them on the side without taking action pulled the arm of the Soldier who had been doing all the talking and whispered: "Hey, are you sure this will work? Although this stuff isn't worth much in our Huaxia, bringing it here and playing around like this... isn't that bad?"

The other Soldier was completely indifferent: "Don't worry. Didn't the Marshal give instructions when he left? As long as we show off our wealth and generosity, it's fine. As long as we don't cause trouble, we can play however we want."

However, this was still not enough to be reassuring: "That's fine, but you should still restrain yourself a little. I think this is enough."

"Fine, fine, I won't do it anymore, let's leave it at that." The two reached an agreement.

Afterward, the Soldier said to the group of savages: "This is the good stuff our Huaxia brought over. Of course, we have plenty of things in Huaxia better than this, but the road is quite long and it's troublesome to carry, so we just picked a few things to bring along.

If you are interested in these and want them, then give a sufficient price in exchange. However, I still don't suggest you trade for them; after all, your tribe really isn't that wealthy, so you should make feeding your own people the main priority.

If you want to come to Huaxia in the future, just keep walking toward the east, where the sun rises. Our leader has already told you about the signs along the way. Alright, you can just look around now."

After hearing the Soldier's words, one savage Tribal Chief seemed to have made a great decision and asked: "Leader, may I ask, does your Huaxia still need tribes like ours to join? If we join, will we be treated as Slaves, or like ordinary tribesmen?"

The two Soldiers looked at each other but did not laugh; their strategy was still having an effect.

"We do need them, but our Huaxia's good things certainly won't be given away so easily. After all, if you join, basically speaking, you haven't made any contribution to our Huaxia and haven't done any work, yet you want to eat and use the best things as soon as you arrive—that's impossible, right?" the Soldier said directly to the Tribal Chief.

The Tribal Chief understood this logic, and he did not harbor such fantasies, but as long as Huaxia would accept them, provide them with protection, and offer help, that was already good enough.

The Soldier continued: "As for being Slaves, that won't happen, but you certainly won't be able to enter our central Urban Area. That is a place you cannot imagine—safe, powerful, and wealthy; in any case, if you don't go and see it for yourselves, you won't be able to imagine it.

However, if you are willing to submit to our Huaxia, we can allocate a relatively fertile place in our territory for you, help you with construction, and teach you how to find food. If you run out of food, we will also give you enough food. All you need to do is work; you won't even need to go out hunting or gathering to have enough food."