Zhao Ping said: "It is true that the demon taro itself is poisonous, but Zhaojiazhuang has a way to eliminate the poison."
This method is actually very simple, just use alkali to neutralize the toxicity of the monster taro, Zhao Ping thought in his mind.
"After removing the toxicity of the demon taro, it can be made into tofu, noodles, and vermicelli. It can be said that it is a treasure." Zhao Ping introduced happily.
"So it actually has such an effect?" Nan Tian's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Please ask the deputy envoy to take a look when you have time after coming down the mountain." Zhao Ping invited him to take a look.
After all, words are not true, seeing is believing.
"Okay, let's go down the mountain and take our envoy to see Ping'er." Nan Tian looked very interested.
Since demon taro can be brewed into jade liquor, how did Zhao Ping do it and how did he remove the poison?
With Taoyuan Lake in the village, the scenery has changed dramatically.
If the mountain village gave it a precipitous and majestic look before, then Taoyuan Lake gives it a graceful and spiritual character.
Between the mountains and rivers, one is indispensable.
If there are mountains but no water, it will be prone to drought; if there is water but no mountains, it will be prone to flooding.
Mountains and rivers alternate with each other, with mountains moistening water and water nourishing mountains.
Therefore, literati particularly like landscape paintings, which use the majesty of the mountains to reflect the gracefulness of the water, and the spirituality of the water to reflect the ruggedness of the mountains.
After the literati returned to the village, they were immediately inspired and began to paint one landscape after another with ink.
Zhao Ping discovered that the paintings of a young lady who was only about thirteen years old were particularly spiritual.
In the painting, there are not only cottages, but also Taoyuan Lake, where literati and ladies play on boats.
At the same time, this young lady also incorporated Zhao Ping's "Poetry of Peach Blossoms" into it.
Of course, Nantian also started writing an inscription at this time. He wrote two poems about Taoyuan Lake:
"When the valley comes out of Pinghu Lake, it will be astonishing to the world."
Soon after, the "Da Song Zhonghua News" published the poems, calligraphy and painting tea party works.
The inscription of Nantian is placed in the most obvious position, followed by a landscape painting that incorporates Zhao Ping's "Poetry of Peach Blossoms".
The next day, Zhao Ping brought these scholars to the foot of the mountain. The scholars were stunned and didn't know what they were doing with them.
Everyone saw that this place was a row of huge workshops, covering an area of about a hundred acres.
The guard saw Zhao Ping and saluted hurriedly. Zhao Ping nodded to the guard.
It turns out that this workshop actually has a guard with a knife, obviously not ordinary people can come in.
When they entered, the literati couldn't help but exclaimed that this workshop was completely different from those before.
No dust, no standing water, flat and smooth.
In addition to the flat ground, there are also flower beds planted with green bamboo and yellow jujube trees.
Moreover, there is a screen made of immortal cement, with a wine-making poem related to the yam on it:
"The demon taro is deep in the mountains and is disgusting. It is washed lightly and dried like dried beans. It is fermented after being tempered and fermented, and the jade liquid and fine wine come out here."
This poem not only describes the craftsmanship of Yam brewing, but is also majestic.
Literary ladies originally had no idea about the demon taro, but now they finally understand.
It turns out that the demon taro is a wild thing in Longquan Mountain, and it is disgusting.
Although it looks like the sweet, crispy and juicy arrowhead mushroom in the paddy field, it is not only not sweet, but also poisonous.
Now Zhaojiazhuang has turned decay into magic, turning it into a place that everyone yearns for.
Is this really the case? The scholars and literati recited poems and became more interested in visiting.
Their interest is not a good interest, but a suspicious interest.
It is said that literati look down on each other, and everyone feels that they are very great, and they feel that the world cannot do without them.
Others are always inferior by one point, no, they are inferior by three points! Seven points inferior!
They looked at the winery carefully to see if Zhao Pingshi was true?
If it is not true, write a poem to refute it immediately!
If you don’t, then you don’t have the character to be a scholar!
Looking carefully here, there is almost no dust.
Apart from being clean, tidy and flat, the rest of the feeling is that this workshop is so big!
How did Zhaojiazhuang do it? They literati don't understand.
But what they want is how to disinfect it and how to turn it into wine, and they are very curious about it.
After all, they were literati and didn't quite understand these crafts, so Zhao Ping explained them to them personally.
There are a hundred pools here, each pool is about one foot square, and the pools are filled with river water or mountain water.
There are two people in each pool who are busy cleaning the monster taro. This is the cleaning process.
After cleaning, someone used a basket to pick up a piece of drying dam of about ten acres. The drying dam was full of cleaned monster taro. This is the drying process.
The dried demon taro is put into the warehouse for temporary storage. After the temporary storage, it is a large house of about five acres.
There are about five hundred people here sweating like rain, chopping these monster taros into fine pieces, this crushing process.
After chopping finely, the next process is grinding, where five hundred people use stone mills to grind it into powder.
Next came disinfection, with a hundred people adding a detoxification agent.
Fermentation is a trade secret, so Zhao Ping did not skip it directly.
Even so, these talented ladies also found this winery incredible.
In the past, the wine was made by leaving it for about ten days after cooking.
Where else could Zhaojiazhuang Winery be so complicated and have so many people.
Obviously, compared with Zhaojiazhuang Winery, those wineries in the past were in the sky and underground.
Suddenly some people in front, including the ladies, felt dizzy and did not dare to take a step forward.
Others, with their noses twitching, shouted loudly: "Good wine, good wine!"
Nan Tian also stepped forward and couldn't help but rub his nose, looked at Zhao Ping and said: "Good wine, good wine!"
It turns out that not far from here is the wine room, with a row of wine jars placed in front.
The brave ones stepped forward and came here, only to see an iron pipe here, constantly gushing out from it like spring water.
With sharp eyes, he saw that although it was as clear as spring water, the aroma of wine came from somewhere.
Sure enough, it was a jade liquor, as clear as spring water, not the turbid rice wine and rice wine.
"Good wine, good wine, everyone has a portion, one pound per person." Zhao Ping looked at everyone and said.
After hearing this, the wine lovers thanked each other one after another and congratulated each other!
This is not the rice wine outside, but the legendary nectar wine.
"Mr. Zhao, I wonder if there is anyone in the slave family?" A bold little lady came over and asked Zhao Ping Wanfu with a salute.
And some ladies were able to come here because of Zhao Ping, a world-famous talent.
This little lady is about sixteen or seventeen years old, and she is quite beautiful.
When other young ladies saw her boldly stepping forward, their eyes couldn't help but flashing with anger.
Cuizhu stood beside Zhao Ping interestingly and looked at the lady.
But the lady still came to Zhao Ping's side like a green bamboo.
Seeing in front of her, Zhao Ping was only eleven years old. Although she had beautiful makeup, he was not as tall as her.
I couldn't help but be a little disappointed, there was such a big age difference between the two.
This is really in line with the saying, "I was born before you were born, but you are already old after you were born!"
Zhao Ping looked at her, returned the gift with a smile and said, "Of course we have it, everyone has it!"
She took the green bamboo and handed it to the small wine can. She couldn't help but sigh in disappointment and almost dropped the wine can in her hand.
When she turned around, she couldn't help but look back at Zhao Ping, and finally shook her head and left.
After she left, there was a young lady of twelve or thirteen years old. Zhao Ping was deeply impressed by this young lady.
Not only did she paint a landscape painting, but she also incorporated Zhao Ping's poem "Taoyuan" into it.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but look at her a few more times and praised her: "Your painting is good."
The young lady couldn't help but lower her head and glanced at Zhao Ping shyly.
Cuizhu felt like she had seen this little lady before, but couldn't remember.
Just as the young lady was about to say something, Cuizhu quickly handed her the wine can and said, "Next one!"
The young lady was unhappy, looked at Zhao Ping reluctantly, and had to retreat.
In the public room of the workshop, Nan Tian opened the tea cup and while drinking the spring breeze, he casually asked: "Ping'er, your wine shop is so big, how many people are there?"
Zhao Ping also drank tea, thought for a moment, and replied: "Two thousand people!"
Nan Tian's hands kept shaking and he almost dropped the teacup in his hand. He didn't expect that this winery was dozens of times larger than an ordinary winery.
He finally calmed down, stood up, and looked through the window at the craftsmen who were still cleaning the yam.
He returned to the coffee table and asked: "There are many people in the winery. How many wines can be produced in a year?"
"This is related to the purchase quantity of yam, kudzu and yam. This year, it seems that 100,000 kilograms will not be a problem." Zhao Ping said.
Nan Tian thought for a while and said, "You are going to plant monster taro next year. How much yield can you achieve?"
"About three hundred thousand catties." Zhao Ping thought for a while and said.
"Okay, how much tax can this winery pay in a year?" This was related to his political performance, he couldn't help but ask.
"It's not a problem to hand over five hundred copper coins this year, and about two thousand copper coins next year." Zhao Ping thought for a while and gave the answer.
After all, we need to support a large number of craftsmen to build a workshop this year, so it is good to be able to hand over five hundred copper coins.
You know, what Zhao Ping turned over was copper coins, not worthless huizi issued by the imperial court.
Five hundred copper coins is already the income of a small county.
"Okay!" Nan Tian patted a coffee table and said, "If you give out 10,000 kilograms of wine every year, there is no problem in using it as tribute wine."
Zhao Ping stepped forward and saluted Nan Tian and said, "Thank you, Uncle Nan. Of course there is no problem." Nan Tian was supporting him.
The monster taro in the village not only makes fine wine, but also becomes tribute wine.
Not only does it become tribute wine, but it also pays taxes.
Now the village has a population of 5,000, and about 3,000 copper coins are produced every year.
It can be said that this village has exceeded the tax of an ordinary county.
If such a good village cannot become a town, which one is qualified to become a town?
"Bring the recommendation documents from Taoyuan Town and the Chief Registrar, and I will sign them for you." Nan Tian decided to endorse him.
Officialdom does not impose absolute unilateral favors, but is mutually beneficial.
Nan Tian did this in order to sprinkle fine wine and jade liquid on him to increase his political achievements.
However, this political achievement is risky. After all, wine is made from grain.
The officials will seize the excuse and say that Nantian is crowding the people to have a drinking party.
This means that regardless of the survival and safety of the people, grain is brewed to please the officials.
However, Zhao Ping's wine-making poem explains that the wine is made from demon taro, and that this demon taro is ignored in the mountains.
Officials of the Song Dynasty were everywhere, especially Zhao Ping, who was now a person of status, so he asked all wine cans to be engraved with this wine-making poem.
Each road in the Song Dynasty usually had four departments, namely the Transportation Department, the Tiju Prison Department, the Tiju Changping Tea and Salt Department, and the Tiju Academic Affairs Department.
Among them, the Transportation Department is in charge of finance and has supervisory functions. It is the boss of the four departments.
It should be noted that the Department of Prisons and Prisons has some power from the transfer envoy. It is in charge of justice, and is also in charge of public security, ordnance, and rivers. It is the second among the four departments.
The Changping Department was promoted to be in charge of Changpingcang (stabilizing grain prices, a bit like the Grain Bureau in later generations), and also in charge of farmland water conservancy, salt, tea and wine. He was the third among the four departments.
The Academic Affairs Department is responsible for the academic affairs of the prefectures and counties in this area and is the smallest among the four departments.
Although the power of the Changping Division is not as good as that of the Transfer Division, it also has certain supervisory powers.
What's more important is that Nan Tian is very young, less than thirty years old, and has unlimited prospects.
Now that he signed it, Su Hanqing, the transfer envoy, had to consider it.
If you go too far, Nantian can still scare you.
Zhao Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he still had troubles.
Facing Yun Wuya's bombardment, he had to deal with it.
