"Fenjiu?"

Liu Yi couldn't help but question the person in front of him.

The wine in front of me does smell very good, but would someone who spends this much money to buy Fenjiu come back to eat breakfast at my roadside stall?

But after carefully observing the clothing and attire of Tang Huan, Li Da Kui, and Xue E, he had to believe it.

These people were indeed dressed quite richly, unlike ordinary people in the capital.

"Of course it's Fenjiu. Since the master is giving you wine, take it." Li Daikui urged.

Upon hearing the address "Sir," Liu Yi felt that Tang Huan's appearance was somewhat familiar.

He couldn't help but ask his wife, "Don't you think he looks like someone?"

The couple kept looking Tang Huan up and down, which made Tang Huan a little embarrassed. He smiled and took the initiative to say, "I am Tang Huan, the magistrate of Qihuai County. You may have heard of me."

Tang Huan?

That great poet!

Liu Yi's face immediately lit up with surprise. "You are the Poet Immortal?"

"If I am the only one in the capital who is called the Poet Immortal in the near future, then that must be it."

The couple never expected that the great poet would suddenly come to their stall for breakfast, and not just once, but twice in a row. Today, he even brought them Fenjiu liquor.

This made them feel valued, something they had never experienced with previous guests.

Both of them are peaceful and kind, and have many repeat customers. They also have a good relationship with some people, but there are almost no people who can do what Tang Huan has done.

More accurately, he was the only one, especially since he was an official in the imperial court.

Of all the officials, Tang Huan was the only one who would eat at a roadside stall; the others, including lower-level clerks from various departments, would choose a storefront restaurant, worried that eating on the street would embarrass them.

Feeling valued, and with Tang Huan's recent rise to fame in the capital, the couple immediately became excited.

Their tension was palpable.

Tang Huan opened the wine pot and poured a bowl of wine for Liu Yi. "Since you like it, then try it. If you like it, I can have someone send you a few more pots later. Just don't let it affect your business."

Faced with the wine bowl pushed in front of him, Liu Yi was somewhat flattered. He vigorously wiped his hands on his body before carefully picking up the wine bowl.

But before tasting it, he handed the bowl to his wife.

"Try it first. I've heard that Fenjiu is very delicious, not too spicy, and that women like to drink it too..."

Liu Yi's wife showed a shy expression. After refusing several times, she finally took a small sip from the bowl at Liu Yi's insistence.

Seeing his wife's expression, Liu Yi also started drinking.

The two savored the taste on their lips and tongues, lingering in the aftertaste.

At the same time, Tang Huan had already turned around to look at the opposite arena.

There were only two people on the huge arena. The one on the left side of the arena was Ah Da, who, just like yesterday, was still as burly as a mountain.

He looked even more imposing; perhaps the fight he did yesterday left too deep an impression on people.

Near the edge of the arena, the middle-aged man who had been banging drums and gongs to promote the event yesterday was still there, still holding the gong in his hand, but he hadn't struck it.

Compared to yesterday, there were fewer people gathered around the ring today, only a few scattered around.

Even if others were curious, they only watched from a distance and did not approach.

"Hmph, it's only been a day and it's already this deserted. The people of the Northern Region have lost face," Li Daikui sarcastically remarked.

He was happy to see the people of the Northern Region lose face. Since he couldn't take action himself, it was good to see others suffer.

But Tang Huan knew that wouldn't be the case. After yesterday's great victory, the Northern Region would definitely not remain indifferent.

If there are no further developments at this point, there will definitely be new changes later.

Sure enough, while chatting with Liu Yi and his wife, Tang Huan glanced at the arena out of the corner of his eye. In less than half an hour, he noticed the middle-aged man carrying a gong and taking a step toward the center of the arena.

Is it coming?

The middle-aged man walked up to Ah Da, and Ah Da leaned down and whispered a few words in the man's ear. The man's expression immediately changed, and he waved his hands repeatedly to refuse Ah Da.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Huan saw Ah Da take out several silver notes from his pocket.

The middle-aged man didn't accept it at first, but after glancing at the stack of silver notes a few times, he finally showed a resolute expression and stuffed the silver notes into his pocket.

The next moment, he took a step forward, carrying the gong.

With a loud "dong," the middle-aged man struck the gong, drawing the attention of many people.

At this moment, the man standing on the ring had mixed feelings.

He wanted to refuse Ah Da's offer, but he couldn't refuse the silver notes the other party offered, which were worth a thousand taels of silver.

A thousand taels of silver—it would take my small business countless years to earn that much, and I'd have to work myself to the bone.

But now all I need to do is stand here and say a few words, which might just provoke public outrage.

But the middle-aged man couldn't care less about that now. After banging the gong loudly, he addressed the crowd watching below in a deep voice:

“Ah Da said that all the men in Daqing’s capital are cowards, they don’t even have the courage to step onto the throne. If all the men in Daqing are like this, it would be better to give up the land. The men of the Northern Region will take care of the women of Daqing for you, and they will protect this territory for you…”

Below the ring, the crowd was instantly filled with rage.

Many people pointed at the middle-aged man and started cursing. The man's expression was complicated, but he stood there firmly.

"That little bastard has quite the nerve. And that guy banging the gong is really something, actually speaking up for the people of the Northern Region like that, isn't he afraid of being drowned in spittle?"

Li Daikui couldn't stand it and cursed.

Tang Huan was not surprised at all. "Since the Northern Region asked him to do something, they must have given him benefits. As long as the benefits outweigh the risks, it is acceptable to anyone."

If the people of the Northern Region can afford the price, Tang Huan doesn't mind becoming the target of public criticism and saying these arrogant and provocative words on stage.

However, Gongyang couldn't afford that price.

As for the criticism and psychological burden that the middle-aged man on stage was enduring, it didn't exist for Tang Huan, because he had transmigrated here and didn't actually have much affection for Daqing.

Strictly speaking, Tang Huan considers herself an internationalist.

"If this kid keeps yelling like that, will anyone continue to fight him?" Li Daikui asked curiously.

"There will be, but given what happened yesterday, there will be very few people. After all, everyone has realized the gap between themselves and Ah Da, and they won't come to die in vain."

Just as Tang Huan said, several people couldn't resist going up on stage to spar, and their final fate was even more miserable than that of the people from yesterday.

After that, no one else went on stage.

At Ah Da's behest, the middle-aged man started banging the gong and shouting again.

Hearing the man's voice, Li Daikui couldn't stand it anymore. "No, I have to teach that big idiot a lesson. This is too much."

"Do as you please," Tang Huan said without stopping her.

"Let's make it clear first, if I win, the money is on me."

Tang Huan smiled and said, "Don't worry, if you die, I'll bury you back on the mountain."