Wang Gouer stepped forward and asked: "Xiao Langjun (Master), my wound is a little red and swollen, and there seems to be some pus. What should I do?"
Cuizhu asked Zhao Ping to take a look at the wound in private, with obvious worry on her face.
One is his caring maid, and the other is his proud disciple.
This matter must be resolved.
Seeing his mother also casting inquiring glances, Zhao Ping said, "It doesn't matter, I've already thought of new ways to make money. Where are Wang Yiniang and Wang Erniang, please call them over."
Then Zhao Ping looked at Cuizhu and Wang Gouer and said, "Don't worry, I will solve your problems together."
Zhao Jie told Lan'er to call them over, then he looked at his mother and then at Zhao Ping and asked worriedly: "Xiao Langjun, two hundred war horses, at least ten thousand copper coins, this is not a small number, and there are also horses." Materials. War horses require high-quality horse materials, and even a large amount of soybeans."
Zhao Ping smiled slightly, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. Of my two projects, one is as profitable as Xian Soap, and the other is even more profitable than Xianzao."
Speaking of this, Zhao Ping suddenly asked: "Uncle, how is the yeast production? How is the progress of soy sauce and vinegar now?"
Zhao Jie handed over to his mother, and then said: "The old slave is about to report this matter to the mistress and the young man. Soy sauce and vinegar have been put into production normally, and jars have been purchased to dry the vinegar embryos and soy sauce embryos. And the yeast production There is more than enough. The excess is being preserved.”
Zhao Ping couldn't help but slap the table, cheered loudly, and then said: "Uncle, thank you for your hard work. Since there is excess yeast, we will work on another project to make wine."
Zhao Jie was taken aback, and hurriedly stood up and stopped Zhao Ping with both hands and said: "Xiao Langjun, I support you in other projects, but this one is really difficult. First, it requires government permission; in addition, food is extremely tight now, and using food to make wine will cause If the government pays attention, you will lose more than you gain. Without the government's consent, you will be severely punished."
After saying that, Zhao Jie looked at his mother. Although her mother didn't say anything, she understood what Zhao Jie meant. The risk was too high. She couldn't help frowning and was about to scold Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping stood up from his seat, came to his mother, shook her arm, motioned her to stop talking, and then said: "These are not problems. First, my method does not use grain brewing; second, I This wine is not mainly for drinking, but for healing. In the past few days, I have observed the wounds of Wang Gouer and Cuizhu, and found that they were not only red, swollen and inflamed, but also suppurative. This kind of fairy wine is urgently needed now. Anti-inflammatory.”
Zhao Jie also stood up from his seat and said excitedly: "If we don't use grain, it's not a big problem. We've already won half the battle. But what can we use to brew without using grain?"
Zhao Ping pointed to the mountain, then pointed to the south, and said: "In fact, the reason why grain can make wine is because it has a kind of powder, which I will call starch. Now I know that there are two things that are not only extremely cheap, but also The yield is much higher than that of grain. The key thing is that they are not grain."
Everyone looked at you, and I looked at you, as if they didn't believe there was such a good thing.
Even my mother frowned a little.
Zhao Ping was anxious and gave an answer they could not imagine.
"This is the yam that we know, and the other one is kudzu."
My mother covered her bright red mouth, never expecting that yam and kudzu could also make wine.
Zhao Jie thought about it and realized that two things were indeed cheap, one could be cultivated, and the other was completely wild and could be found everywhere on the hillside.
After thinking for a while, Zhao Jie said: "Indeed, people didn't think that yam and kudzu can also make wine before. I think it may be related to not knowing how to make wine. Xiaolangjun, how do yam and kudzu make wine?"
After all, rice wine was used for fermentation in the past, because rice will ferment on its own after being stored for a period of time.
Kudzu yam is completely different from rice. How can it be fermented to make wine?
Everyone couldn't believe it even more.
Zhao Ping knew he had to convince them.
Zhao Ping said to Zhao Yiniang: "Go and get a yam. I will tell you about it."
Then he took out a liquor production process flow chart, unfolded it and said to everyone: "The reason why my liquor can be called fairy liquor is because the brewing method is completely different from yours. After you ferment the rice, then take the clear side of the upper layer , just call it wine. In my opinion, that can only be regarded as rice wine. But not only is the wine turbid, but the alcohol content is also very low."
Everyone nodded, Zhao Ping did speak to their hearts.
Zhao Ping pointed to a steamer with a curved pipe on top, and a jar-like thing underneath the pipe, and said: "My thing is to evaporate the wine in the rice wine through the pipe, and then cool it with water and turn it into wine again." . This wine is not only as clear and transparent as water, but also has a high alcohol content. Brother Wang, can you create this thing to steam wine?"
Wang Qihu came up and took a closer look. After thinking about it, he exchanged glances with the two brothers and said, "It shouldn't be a big problem. But there are gaps in the pipes and there may be air leaks. Also, where does the cooling water you need come from? Woolen cloth?"
Zhao Ping unfolded another drawing, which showed a slender pipe with a lever at the top. He pointed at a tilted lever and said, "This is a water dispenser. It can hold down the lever with your hand and draw water directly from it." Pump it up from a well or river. Also, if there is a leak, it’s best to bake the pipes like bricks and tiles.”
Wang Qihu and the others looked at the pipe carefully, and then Wang Qihu shook his head and said, "Xiao Langjun, this kind of pipe is really difficult to bake. We can only make it with iron, and temporarily block the leakage with tin."
Zhao Jie looked at it, thought for a while and then said: "There is no problem with steaming wine for the time being. But how to brew wine?"
Zhao Ping pointed to a picture of a cellar and said: "Yam and kudzu are fermented here in batches, turning it from powder into coarse wine. Yam and kudzu can be chopped first in a wooden basin and then ground into powder with a stone mill, and then Stir evenly with yeast, and add chaff to create a gap between yam powder and kudzu powder to avoid burning the material at too high a temperature. The fermentation temperature should not be too high, which is about the same as human body temperature. If it is high, it is easy to burn the material. If the temperature is low, it is not easy to ferment. .Any more questions?”
Zhao Jie and others looked at it, shook their heads, and said, "It shouldn't be a big problem. How long is the fermentation time?"
Zhao Ping thought for a while and said: "This depends on the temperature. If appropriate, it will take about five to ten days."
Wang Qihu and the other three looked at each other, and then suddenly knelt on the ground together, kowtowing and saying, "Master. Master."
Zhao Ping taught them an unprecedented unique skill. This is far beyond the relationship between ordinary masters, even the relationship between father and son.
Zhao Ping hurriedly stepped aside, looked at their stunned children, pointed at them and said: "You are far older than me, and your children are also my disciples. How can I not accept you as my disciples?"
Wang Qihu knelt on the ground and said, "If the master does not agree, the disciple will not get up."
Zhao Ping turned half of his body, held his hands up and said: "Well, I admit that I have a master-disciple relationship with you, but there is no need to call me master and disciple. Otherwise, you are also parents and elders, how can you address yourself to your children?" .”
Wang Qihu thought for a while and said: "In this way, we will still call our master the young master, and our master's wife our mistress. Anyway, in our hearts, we will always be the retainers of Zhaojiazhuang."
Zhao Ping didn't know if it was okay, so he looked at his mother, who nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you."
The three of them were overjoyed. Wang Qihu's wife, Wang Xiangshi, also knelt down and saluted her mother and Zhao Pingping.
At this time, Lan'er brought Wang Yiniang and Wang Erniang over. Zhao Ping looked at the flowers on their heads and couldn't help but said: "Sure enough, women also love flowers."
Li Hanmei tilted her head, squinting at Zhao Ping and said, "Who said that our women love flowers, but you men don't? He is indeed a hypocrite. He obviously likes flowers, but he still says that women love flowers."
Zhao Ping couldn't help being surprised. In his previous life, he was a modern person. He didn't expect that both men and women in the Song Dynasty loved and wore flowers. No wonder he was despised by this girl again.
Wang Yiniang smiled and said: "The young man likes flowers so much, so the two of you from the slave family will go out and pick some for you to wear. The young man is also quite talented, and there are many beautiful ladies in Wangjia Village. How about I introduce you to the young man?"
Zhao Ping was teased by Wang Niang and turned into a big red face, making everyone laugh.
Li Hanmei, Cuizhu, and Jiang Ying's expressions suddenly changed. Even Lan'er's expression was a little unnatural, as if her favorite things were about to be robbed by others. Tears almost burst out of her eyes, but she looked at Zhao Ping with watery eyes. I hope Zhao Ping will not agree.
Zhao Ping shook his head as she did, pointed to the flowers on Wang Yiniang's head and said: "Although flowers are beautiful, they wither easily. I think you don't want to lose the fragrance of flowers so quickly."
Wang and Niang couldn't help but be overjoyed. They looked at each other and said together: "It turns out that Mr. Wang has a way to make flowers last forever. Please tell me quickly."
Zhao Ping saw the brilliance in his mother's eyes, as well as the brilliance in the eyes of Cuizhu, Li Hanmei, Jiang Ying and even Lan'er, and knew the hope women had for flowers, so he said: "I didn't say there was a way to keep flowers forever. "
Seeing the disappointment on everyone's faces, Zhao Ping added: "Although flowers cannot last forever, what about the fragrance of flowers? If we smell the richness of yellow orchids and sweet-scented osmanthus, the richness of orchids and the lightness of orchids in the cold or even snowy winter, The fragrance of snow-capped plum blossoms comes in the hot summer, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums floats in the spring. You are so similar, it is such a magical and surprising feeling, as if these flowers that are out of season are around you, even though there are no flowers, they are better than flowers."
In the eyes of everyone who looked in disbelief, Wang and Niang believed it and immediately said: "Young official, if you want me to do it, please arrange it."
But Zhao Jie thought for a while and said, "Xiao Langjun, how long can it be kept?"
