The Khitan King felt that the so-called fine wines he had exchanged from merchants with countless fat sheep and fine horses over the past decades were like horse urine compared to the potent "Mendao Lu" they were drinking now.
The others had the same reaction.
Xi Guating Tian felt he couldn't part with this clear, transparent, strong liquor and looked expectantly at Fang Er.
"Duke Fang, after the trading post opens, will it be possible to buy this wine?"
The Khitan King couldn't help but give Xi Guating Tian a thumbs-up in his heart. This was exactly what he wanted to ask!
Fang Er was certain he had been infected by the Khitan King's laughter, wanting to burst into laughter the moment he opened his mouth.
"Hahahaha, Clan Chief Ting Tian, rest assured, you will definitely be able to buy it then."
"However, there's something I need to mention in advance."
"At that time, the trading fair will use copper coins and silver taels for settlement. So, you'll need to exchange your cattle, sheep, mules, and horses for money first, and then go buy the corresponding goods."
Upon hearing that he could buy the wine they were drinking now at the trading post, the Khitan King raised his wine cup and smiled at Fang Er.
"Hahahaha, Duke Fang's rule is excellent!"
"Bartering is too difficult to price. It's much more convenient to exchange for copper coins and silver taels first. This humble king supports it!"
"Come, this humble king will toast Duke Fang again!"
"Come, we also toast Duke Fang! Thank you, Duke Fang, for taking care of the Khitan and Xi tribes!"
The others also rose and toasted Fang Er again.
This wasn't Fang Er's first time drinking this wine, so he only took small sips each time.
But these guys, who were drinking Mendao Lu for the first time, seemed to mistake it for the low-alcohol wine they had drunk before, gulping it down forcefully!
Just as everyone was drinking heartily, two people entered the tent from outside.
It was Yelü Yangwei, who had been sent by the Khitan King to find someone.
Behind him followed a short but very sturdy young man, whose bulging muscles were comparable to Cheng Chumo's.
Seeing his son called in, the Khitan King rose from behind the low table, holding his wine cup, and walked towards Fang Er.
"Hahahaha! Duke Fang, this is my humble king's son, Yelü Jiba."
"Come, Baba, quickly greet Duke Fang. From now on, you will be under his command and learn more about Central Plains knowledge!"
"Yes, Father."
Yelü Jiba walked over with a deep voice, took the wine cup from the Khitan King, and turned to face Fang Er.
Fang Er was shocked!
"What the hell is this address!"
The Yelü father and son had no idea what a storm their father-son conversation had stirred up in Fang Er's heart.
Yelü Jiba cupped the wine glass in both hands and bowed to Fang Er.
"Baba thanks Duke Fang for his guidance. Baba toasts you with this cup!"
"From now on, Baba will work under Duke Fang. You can call Baba 'Baba,' just like Father does!"
"Baba will drink this first!"
Saying that, he tilted his head back and downed three taels of Mendao Lu.
Fang Er, who had been in a state of shock, instantly turned into a petrified state.
"What did this brat just say?"
"Not only did he call himself 'Baba' repeatedly, but he also expected me to call him 'Baba'?"
"Zhuzi!"
"Here!"
"Go beat him up, beat him to death!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Zhuzi didn't care why. If His Highness ordered him to beat someone, he would beat them. If he said to beat them to death, he would beat them to death!
"Xi Guabu Tian, come beat someone with me!"
After shouting to Xi Guabu Tian by his side, he directly rushed to Yelü Jiba's side and slapped him.
With a crisp sound, Yelü Jiba was stunned.
"What the hell did I do wrong?"
"Why are you hitting me as soon as you see me?"
Xi Guabu Tian had just been beaten by his own father and was feeling unhappy. Hearing Zhuzi call him to beat someone, he immediately and obediently came over.
The two of them held down Yelü Jiba and gave him a thorough beating.
The Khitan King on the side was also dumbfounded. What was going on? Why was Baba beaten up just for toasting a cup of wine?
Could it be that because Xi Guabu Tian had been beaten by his father, and he hadn't beaten Baba?
Therefore, Duke Fang deliberately gave Baba a "welcome beating" through his subordinate?
Alright, this must be it.
Thinking this, the Khitan King felt relieved. He knelt in his seat and watched his son being beaten with a smile.
"Well, Duke Fang said to beat him to death, which should just be a scare tactic for Baba. He wouldn't take it seriously."
As for Xi Guating Tian, he didn't even bother to think about why he was being beaten. He wasn't his son, so what did it matter to him?
Anyway, Yelü Goudan had many sons. If this one died, there would be another to succeed him. It didn't matter which son his daughter married; she would be a princess consort.
Seeing that the Khitan King and Xi Guating Tian, the two big shots, not only didn't speak up but were even watching happily, the others didn't offer any persuasion.
Fang Er only called to stop when Yelü Jiba was beaten into a pig's head, with blood gushing from his nose.
Yelü Jiba lay on the ground, staring blankly at the tent ceiling.
"Who am I? Where am I? What did I come here to do?"
After a while, he came back to his senses and knelt before Fang Er with a plop.
"Please tell me, Duke Fang, where Baba went wrong. Baba will definitely correct it!"
Seeing this pathetic appearance, Fang Er suddenly thought that the word "father" didn't seem to have any specific meaning in the Tang Dynasty.
It was quite awkward. It seemed this guy was beaten unjustly.
"Hahahaha, you did nothing wrong. It was just a welcome gift."
"However, if you go to the Central Plains with this name, it might be a bit vulgar. How about I, Fang, help you change your name while I'm at it?"
The Khitan King was very pleased. He felt that his guess just now was not wrong at all. See, it was just because he hadn't beaten his son himself!
"Hahahaha, Baba, quickly thank Duke Fang. Duke Fang is accomplished in both civil and military arts. If he bestows a name upon you, you will surely prosper in the future!"
Yelü Jiba got up from the ground and limped towards Fang Er.
"Thank you, Duke Fang, for the bestowed name. May I know what name Duke Fang has chosen for Baba?"
Hiss... As he spoke, he touched the pain on his face and couldn't help but gasp.
Fang Er's eyes rolled, but he couldn't think of any good names.
Finally, he thought that the Tianying Commandery City was about to be built here, so he casually said,
"Since you are the Khitan little prince, and the position of Khitan King will surely be inherited by you in the future, why not call yourself Yelü Tianying!"
"Hahahaha! Good! Duke Fang is indeed a great talent. Yelü Tianying, good, Yingying, quickly thank Duke Fang for the bestowed name!"
Yelü Jiba, no, now Yelü Tianying, after hearing the Khitan King's words, bowed to Fang Er again.
"Yingying thanks Duke Fang for the bestowed name!"
Fang Er was speechless. "Are you father and son so fond of using reduplicated words to refer to yourselves?"
"Forget it. 'Yingying' is better than 'Baba' anyway. Let it be!"