"Have you not thought about it? This is simple! Aren't you the one who makes wine?
How about I teach you the brewing method of this sweet potato roast? "
Zhao Chen looked at Wang Zhuo with a smile on his face and felt mmm in his heart!
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have used the name of Young Master Jiang Lu!
This sweet potato roasting winemaking technology is also a high-tech technology in this era!
Now for such a thing to be famous for eternity, it would have been easier if I had known it earlier and not used that guy!
"Teach, teach me? Master, how can this be possible! You have already helped me a lot!"
Wang Zhuo's eyes widened. This kind of wine-making craft has always been passed down from male to female.
A master has several apprentices, and he often only teaches his own son!
Zhao Chen's skill of roasting sweet potatoes was passed on to him, so why did he pass it on to him?
"Just tell me whether you want to learn or not! I tell you the truth, I just made this wine!
Even the First Emperor had not drunk it! If things go wrong, he will become a wine drinker! If you become a royal wine supplier, you can become prosperous! "
Zhao Chen picked his nose, looked at Wang Zhuo with contempt and said
He doesn't have those feudal ideas about passing on male rather than female!
China has thousands of years of history and so many inheritances, why not even one of them will survive in future generations!
That's because of feudal thinking! The master feels that he should save his life, lest the disciples of the church starve to death!
"I...learn! Master is here, please accept my disciple's bow!"
After Wang Zhuo struggled several times, he knelt down and kowtowed to Zhao Chen!
"Get up! When did I say I would accept you as my disciple?
You are older than me! I'm exchanging this with you! "
Zhao Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at Wang Zhuo kneeling in front of him, although he never asked Wang Zhuo's age.
But Wang Zhuo's daughter is seven or eight years old, and Zhao Chen is only twenty-three. Wang Zhuo must be older than Zhao Chen!
"Exchange? Master, do you want Xiaoyu?
Then...then I won't change it! I am just this child, Xiaoyu! "
Wang Zhuo stood up and listened to Zhao Chen saying that he wanted to exchange!
Then I thought of it, Zhao Chen has been very kind to Xiaoyu since he showed up today!
I couldn’t help but start to worry! After a rare hard moment, he directly rejected Zhao Chen!
"Who said you want Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu is a seven or eight-year-old child, what use do I have here!
What I mean is, if I teach you how to bake sweet potatoes, all the profits you make in the first year, except for the cost, will be mine!
How about just pretending that I sold you the recipe for sweet potato roasting? "
When Zhao Chen heard this, he said with a black line on his face! If he weren't afraid of waking up Xiaoyu in the house, he would have to roar!
Xiaoyu is a seven or eight-year-old girl, what do you want to do here?
Let your wife go? I am a prince, not a beast!
"Oh, that's it! No problem, Master!"
Wang Zhuo wiped the sweat on his forehead and said with a relaxed look.
It scared him to death! I almost thought that Xiaoyu had just come out of the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den again!
"No! This is the ingredient for sweet potato roasting!"
Zhao Chen took out a sweet potato and handed it to Wang Zhuo's hand
Fresh sweet potatoes are not easy to store, so he didn’t bring many!
So there was nothing extra, so I could only pick the biggest one and give it to Wang Zhuo!
"Sir, is this sweet potato? I have never seen it before!"
Wang Zhuo walked to the bonfire and carefully looked at the lumps of earth in his hands by the light of the fire!
"Yes! These sweet potatoes came as tribute from foreign countries! We in Great Qin don't have them!
The First Emperor is now gradually promoting it! Don't look at this little one
If you cut it into small pieces and bury it in the soil, the yield per acre will be at least several thousand kilograms! And it’s very easy to grow! "
Zhao Chen pointed at the large sweet potato in Wang Zhuo's hand that weighed at least three kilograms and said!
Wang Zhuo is just so lucky! He turned out to be the first ordinary Guizhou person to see sweet potatoes in Da Qin!
"How much...how much? Thousand catties!!! Young Master, are you telling the truth?"
Wang Zhuo's hands shook, and the sweet potato in his hand almost fell into the fire and turned into a roasted sweet potato!
"The yield per mu is at least a thousand catties! It must be true. After all, who dares to lie to the First Emperor!"
Zhao Chen looked at Wang Zhuo and had an even more exaggerated reaction than Ying Zheng had at that time. His face was full of nonchalance!
"Sir, how should we grow these sweet potatoes?"
Wang Zhuo looked at the sweet potato in his hand and swallowed hard.
He held it tightly in his arms for fear of getting bumped!
"Cut it into small pieces and bury it in the soil! Just like ordinary crops!
Hey, come back, it's too late today, let's do it tomorrow! "
Halfway through Zhao Chen's words, he saw Wang Zhuo lifting his legs and planning to walk out of the house.
Stop the person quickly! How come everyone in Da Qin is an activist!
"I'm sorry, sir, it's just the people who are impatient!"
"It's not your fault! Brother Zhuo, how old are you today?"
Zhao Chen shook his head. Food production in this era is extremely low!
When ordinary people in Guizhou hear that there is such a high yield of grain, it would be abnormal not to be excited!
"Xiaomin is twenty-one this year!"
Wang Zhuo looked at Zhao Chen with a puzzled face and said, "How old are you asking?"
Could it be that you are too young to learn a craft? It shouldn't be. The way he looked at Zhao Chen, he wasn't that old at all!
"You are twenty-one this year, Xiaoyu is seven, and you will become a father at fourteen?"
Zhao Chen looked at Wang Zhuo with wide eyes, fourteen years old? Are you ready to be a father?
"Yes, yes!"
Wang Zhuo nodded. In this era, isn't it normal for fourteen to be a father?
"You go back and rest first! I will teach you your skills tomorrow!"
Zhao Chen waved his hand and sent Wang Zhuo away!
...
"Old Tian, you all heard what I just told Wang Zhuo!"
After Zhao Chen sent Wang Zhuo away, he came to the door of the small courtyard alone.
Qianhu said as he looked at Yuhuatian and the two Jinyi guards in front of him!
"Yeah, I heard it! Wang Zhuo became a father at the age of fourteen.
Master, you are not young anymore, it’s time to think about it! "
Yu Huatian nodded. At the age of twenty-three, Zhao Chen should have gotten married even in the Ming Dynasty!
"Go aside! That's not what I'm talking about!"
Zhao Chen kicked Yu Huatian. In his previous life, he was single at the Sports Academy!
Every time I go home, my parents urge me to get married!
Now that he has traveled to the Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng did not urge him to get married, but Yu Huatian did!
"Sir, are you talking about making wine and growing sweet potatoes?"
A Qianhu looked at Yu Huatian being kicked by Zhao Chen and said uncertainly!
"Yes, yes! Lao Tian, look at this guy, he knows the key points better than you! What's your name? Can you make sweet potato dumplings?"
Zhao Chen nodded when he heard this, not bad, not bad, a bit discerning!
"Sir, my humble name is Lu Renjia!"
Lu Renjia wanted to laugh when he heard Zhao Chen praising him!
But after noticing Yu Huatian's eyes, he still held back!
"Lu Renjia? Your parents are really good at naming names!"
Zhao Chen’s mouth twitched wildly! What a unique name!
