The First Family of Tang Dynasty

"Father, what's the matter with the child?" Cheng Chubi was a little confused and didn't understand why his father said so.

I saw the kind old father stroking his thick beard like a steel pin, sitting cross-legged, and speaking with a sincere heart.

"It's not that Dad deliberately said you, you, you are still too young and your vision is too narrow."

"Think about it, Datang Liguo has only been in a situation for more than ten years.

The old man and Yigan Paoze, for the sake of Datang, really can be said to have gone back and forth in a sea of ​​blood. "

Hearing this, Cheng Chubi felt a little heavy, nodding his head again and again. As the saying goes, he would rather be a peaceful dog than a person in troubled times. This is the reason.

In times of troubled times, human lives are really like grass and mustards.

Cheng Yaojin glanced at the youngest man with the corner of his eye, and saw that the youngest man's expression was very heavy, and the corner of his mouth concealed.

"We Datang, most of the lords, have experienced countless battles on the battlefield, and the same is true for the old man."

"There are so many comrades-in-arms robe, people like your uncle Qin who hide in old sores, there are countless people."

"My father taught me so well, the boy understands." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but look ashamed.

Cheng Yaojin smiled and nodded in relief.

Cheng Chubi did not expect that his political and ideological consciousness was not as high as this noble bully more than a thousand years ago.

Yes, at the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, there are countless heroes, who are not covered with scars, and I am afraid that there are not a few who have arrows left in their bodies like Uncle Qin.

I can't treat Qin Qiong just because he is a historical celebrity whom I admire and love very much, right?

What's more, if Qin Qiong is cured, I am afraid that there are still a lot of old sores in the Tang Tigers who will come to him.

"Father rest assured that the child will treat Uncle Qin seriously.

Father, your comrades-in-arms and robe, if they are sick, the child will do their best. "

Cheng Chubi impassionedly issued his first declaration of aspiration during the Zhenguan period of Datang.

"???" Cheng Yaojin looked at the impassioned youngest with a dazed expression, the whole person was dumbfounded.

So, what's going on, is the old man's guidance problematic, or is this kid's thinking wrong?

"Father, what's the matter with you?" Cheng Chubi, who was full of fighting spirit and high-spirited, finally felt that something was wrong with his father.

The hand is curled up in the beard and froze in the air, his expression is dull, his eyes are hollow, what's wrong?

"Ah, dad is okay, wait a while, dad has to do a good job..."

"???"

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Cheng Chubi was a little dazed. I don't know how my father could be like this. Could it be that he just suffocated about a couple of small wines and got stuck?

Or maybe the father has a stomach ulcer, and it starts to attack because of this sip of wine.

No, Dad is just sluggish, his eyes are hollow, and there is no sign of pain.

Just when Cheng Chubi was puzzled, Cheng Yaojin was finally relieved, his old face full of fleshy flesh was still kind.

"Well, my son can have such a heart, and the old man feels very relieved."

"However, to treat the old guys to Dad, just a little bit of the essence of the wine, I am afraid it will not be enough."

"Just now you said that there is no tool for mass production, it doesn't matter, [笔趣阁www.boquge.co] dad supports you, and dad will try to get it for you if you are missing anything."

"It doesn't matter if you are short of money, even dad will support you even if he sells iron..."

"..." Cheng Chubi's gratitude began to drip, and his expression gradually stiffened.

In the end, Cheng Chubi felt that he couldn't bear it. "Father, on your beard... well, can you wipe it before you speak."

The saliva dripped on the beard, can you not be so hypocritical, the child is not blind.

"Huh? Unexpectedly, the old man also had a day of eloquence, wow ha ha ha..."

As a father, Cheng Yaojinsi didn't feel ashamed, but was very proud of it.

But Cheng Yaojin can support the preparation of alcohol by himself, and Cheng Chubi feels very happy no matter what the purpose is.

But a big problem is that the amount of alcohol required to prepare alcohol is definitely not small.

Datang grain wine is restricted, and from time to time, the court will restrict the use of grain to make wine.

Therefore, it is really necessary to prepare a large amount of alcohol. If the old Cheng family purchases too much alcohol.

Perhaps the noble bully and displeased official who had been watching Lao Cheng might jump out for impeachment.

"It seems that our third child has really grown up, is sensible, knows for his father, and thinks about things for this family."

Cheng Yaojin heard the worries that Cheng Chubi had said, and couldn't help but feel so relieved. He couldn't help but slap another slap on his son's shoulder to express his kind fatherly love.

Just accidentally used a bit more force, which made Cheng Chubi, who didn't react for a while, directly became short by half his head.

"...Wait, wait for the old man to think about it, you mean, as long as it is wine, no matter what wine, you can refine the essence of this wine?"

"Father, it's alcohol..." Cheng Chubi helplessly rubbed his shoulder.

"As long as it is wine, children can indeed make it into alcohol."

"Can you follow this one?" Cheng Yaojin smashed his mouth endlessly, and pointed to the wooden box that had been locked by Cheng Chubi.

"???" Cheng Chubi was not well. This is a very special taste, this is wine to be used as a disinfectant! fine!

But this is a pro-father, as the saying goes, the son never tells the father, and the son doesn't feel ugly.

Cheng Chubi, whose blood was full of Huaxia's instincts to respect the elders and love the young, could only helplessly explain.

"Is it a taste, I haven't prepared it yet, I don't know, but it must be such a degree."

"That's it, hehehe... you wait in the mansion, the old man will get you three to five hundred catties of zheji for you to try first."

I saw Cheng Yao Jinhao stand up and stand up, fighting vigorously.

"Zhejiu?" Zheshu is Moraceae, so it should be regarded as a tree anyway. Can it make wine?

Seeing that Cheng Chubi didn't understand, Cheng Yaojin couldn't help proudly presenting his profound wine culture and history in front of his son.

"Hey, this is wine made from sugarcane. Sugarcane is also called Zhuzhe or Baju, and the wine made from it is called Zhejiu.

Precisely because this thing can only be used to make sugar, not food. So ah, it's not among the restrictions. But the taste of Zhejiu is really not good..."

With Cheng Yaojin's explanation, Cheng Chubi learned that sugarcane wine has already existed in the history of Huaxia wine culture.

Qu Yuan’s "Songs of the Chu * Recalling the Soul" also recorded sentences such as "Xiejiao Pao Gao, there are more pulps."

Volume 4 of Ge Hong's "Xijing Miscellaneous Notes" in the Jin Dynasty records "Wang Xiao Wang traveled to the Museum of Forgotten Worries.

A collection of travellers, each envoy as a fu... "Liu Fu" remarks: ‘...respect the wine of surplus jade, the mash of gold syrup is presented by the jue’...

"... This golden mash refers to the wine made from sugar cane."

Cheng Chubi was completely stunned, watching Cheng Yaojin, who was shaking his head and shaking his head in front of him, citing classics and telling the origin of sugar cane wine.

This is still the rough old man Cheng Yaojin who kills people like hemp, who just slapped up the crimes when he didn't agree with him, and at every turn would physically teach the bear children in the family, Cheng Yaojin?

Seeing Cheng Chubi's son who was so shocked by his profound knowledge of wine culture that he could not be his own.

Cheng Yaojin was happy now, and raised his eyebrows proudly at his son.

"Do you think your father is an illiterate rough man? Ha ha, Dad is called Neixiu, don't you understand?"

"!!!"