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"Thank you, Shopkeeper Jiang! You are truly magnanimous, a saint among men!"
" Shopkeeper Jiang," Mu Jinkun said, kneeling on the ground, "to be honest, my admiration for you flows like the endless river, ceaseless and profound! Every gesture of yours radiates unparalleled charm!"
He continued to praise Jiang Han without a care for the astonished expressions of the surrounding townsfolk. As he begged, he thought to himself that a true man can bend and stretch, like a dragon that can hide or reveal itself.
"Just let me, Mu Jinkun, survive this calamity! Jiang Han, I will surely tear you to pieces to repay the humiliation I suffered!"
Though these thoughts churned in his heart, his face displayed nothing but sycophantic expressions.
He smiled and said, " Shopkeeper Jiang, you are as handsome as a jade statue, like a graceful young master. I can't imagine how many wealthy young ladies you could enchant!"
"My admiration for you is so vast that mere words cannot express it!"
"Do you have any wine here? I will drink three cups as punishment for my previous disrespect towards you!"
Jiang Han glanced at this scene with growing annoyance. Such a person may have submitted, but he could not be spared! In this world, if one is defeated and willingly accepts death, then so be it. But someone like Mu Jinkun, who despite possessing great talent resorts to such disgraceful actions just to survive—he deserved no mercy; tearing him apart would be too light a punishment.
Images of Mu Jinkun's previous schemes against him flashed in Jiang Han's mind. He couldn't help but signal Yan Dong.
Yan Dong quickly returned with a box of white wine—bought fresh by Jiang Han himself. "This is the white wine produced in our shop. Since you wish to express your indebtedness to Shopkeeper Jiang, perhaps three bottles of this wine might earn his forgiveness."
Yan Dong presented three bottles of potent fifty-two-degree liquor.
Mu Jinkun examined the bottles; it was his first time seeing such strong wine. Upon hearing that it might win Shopkeeper Jiang's understanding, he immediately uncorked one and began drinking it down in gulps.
As he drank, he thought to himself: why worry about anything else? As long as he could survive, all face and dignity were unimportant. In this world, having life meant having everything. He was the top scholar of Xia Kingdom; even if this incident ruined his future prospects completely, at least he could still live on.
We, the Mu Family, are also a prominent clan of the Xia Kingdom. As long as we can survive this calamity, I will still enjoy wealth and glory. As for Jiang Han, there is plenty of time on this long road of life to deal with him.
" Shopkeeper Jiang, is it really okay for him to drink like that?" Cen Ya couldn't help but ask. Previously, when Jiang Han brought back these bottles of white liquor, the Three Women had all tried it. Their evaluation was that it was terrible.
Yan Dong even believed that this kind of white liquor was spicy and intoxicating, far inferior to heated yellow wine or chilled rice wine. In fact, it was comparable to the inferior sorghum liquor consumed by lower-class people, with a taste that was utterly dreadful. Even someone like Yan Dong, a Female Guard who could handle three jin of yellow wine, couldn't withstand half a jin of white liquor.
Cen Ya murmured, "Drinking this kind of white liquor feels no different from torture! I’m afraid that downing a bottle would leave us dizzy and if we had to drink three bottles in a row, we probably wouldn’t survive the night."
Hearing this, Yan Dong quietly scoffed and muttered, " Shopkeeper Jiang intended to sell this wine, but now it seems it could be used as a torture device instead. Mu Jinkun deserves it; did he really think Shopkeeper Jiang's liquor was good?"
"Stop grumbling before Mu Jinkun hears you! Since we're all inside now, let him drink outside," Jiang Han called out as he led the Three Women back into the small courtyard.
Earlier, he had managed to acquire a batch of high-end white liquor with the intention of selling it. However, people in this realm only drank yellow wine and rice wine—low-alcohol beverages—and showed no interest in high-proof liquor. Even the northern nomadic tribes preferred stronger alcohol, which made the common folk in various countries who were often invaded by them develop an aversion to white liquor.
As a result, Jiang Han hadn't sold a single bottle of white liquor. Now he looked back at the dozens of boxes of high-proof liquor in his shop and pondered that perhaps they could be used as instruments of punishment. Just as Yan Dong had said, high-proof liquor could be used to discipline certain individuals.
Yellow wine and rice wine could be consumed continuously without causing death or severe headaches. But white liquor was different; drinking it was uncomfortable, and getting drunk was even worse. If criminals were forced to drink white liquor every day, they would likely confess everything in no time.
Ah...
Ah...
The voice of Mu Jinkun came from outside the shop.
Jiang Han stepped outside to see Mu Jinkun, who had just finished a bottle of strong liquor, clutching his head and howling in agony.
"My head hurts so much! Why? It feels like my brain is about to explode!" Mu Jinkun cried out.
" Shopkeeper Jiang, what kind of poison did you make me drink? Why do I feel this awful?" he continued to scream, his hands pressed against his temples.
"Did you drink on an empty stomach?" Jiang Han asked.
"Yeah, I downed two bottles. I feel terrible," Mu Jinkun groaned, saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth.
Jiang Han glanced at the two empty bottles and couldn't help but chuckle. "Drinking on an empty stomach hits you hard. Plus, being out in the wind on the street, it's only natural. Just bear with it for a bit; you'll feel better soon."
"Ah, my head hurts so much!" Mu Jinkun lamented.
" Shopkeeper Jiang, if I finish this last bottle of liquor, will you forgive me? I'm begging you!" he pleaded desperately. "This kind of punishment has taught me that I've truly made a mistake!"
Seeing the remaining bottle of liquor, Jiang Han thought for a moment. "Just because I might let you off the hook doesn’t mean Su Qianxue will do the same!"
From the very beginning, he had resolved that no matter what, Mu Jinkun could not be allowed to live. A person who could bend and stretch like him was dangerous; if he survived, it would lead to endless troubles down the line. However, it felt too easy to simply kill him after he had already dug his own grave.
"Go ahead and drink it. After you're done, I'll let you go!" Jiang Han said deliberately.
"Thank you, Shopkeeper Jiang! You are truly a living Bodhisattva!" Mu Jinkun exclaimed gratefully. "You have such great virtue; from now on, you will be my savior. Thank you, Shopkeeper Jiang!"
Just as he finished speaking, he felt the urge to vomit but couldn't because he had nothing in his stomach. After retching for a while, he staggered over and grabbed the other bottle of strong liquor, gulping it down.
Another seven hundred fifty milliliters of strong liquor disappeared down Mu Jinkun's throat in one go. Once he finished, the bottle fell to the ground with a thud.
Mu Jinkun collapsed completely onto the floor, feeling as if his head might explode. At the same time, an overwhelming fatigue washed over him; yet the pain kept him from sleeping as his body began to twitch slightly.
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