Dreaming Back to Chang'an City 169 Where is the good wine?

Style: Historical Author: Muchen YuanzhiWords: 2160Update Time: 24/01/12 16:53:54
"No one is allowed to leak a single word about what happened today. If you violate the rules, please don't blame me, Old Cheng, for being unkind."

Cheng Chumo received a look from Li Shimin. The two of them had been monarchs and ministers for decades and had already had a tacit understanding. He stood directly on the edge of the fence and said murderously.

Now Li Shimin himself regrets it. Naturally, the fewer people know about this kind of thing, the better. If he had known it, he would not have asked Tang Ping to do experiments here out of curiosity.

But a two-finger-thick iron pipe filled with a little gunpowder and a few cans of pellets can be so powerful.

So what if the barrel is ten times thicker or twenty or thirty times thicker?

When the time comes to put more gunpowder in such a thick barrel and load larger projectiles in the front, it will be possible to break the gate of Chang'an City a hundred steps away. Is that true?

"Tang Ping, if the imperial court supports it, can you build a bigger and better cannon?"

Tang Ping shook his head and said, "This is all I know, and this is the best I can do."

He wasn't lying. It's okay for a few kids to use the gunpowder in firecrackers to make small cannons, but if you really want to make them bigger, then things will become more and more difficult.

Li Shimin was just a little disappointed when he heard Tang Ping say: "But I think Li Tai is very talented in this area. I will give him everything I know and let him do the follow-up research."

Tang Ping is not stupid. This kind of weapon of the country is always a hot yam for him.

For Datang, he is still an outsider, so this kind of thing should be left to the people Li Shimin trusts most.

It just so happened that Li Tai was not only talented, but also liked these modern sciences very much, so Tang Ping felt that leaving this matter in his hands would be the best choice.

Li Shimin turned to look at Li Tai. Li Tai, who was only fifteen years old at this time, was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic. His chubby face turned red with excitement: "I do!"

As he spoke, he wanted to kneel in front of Tang Ping, but Tang Ping was so frightened that he quickly pulled him up.

First of all, this is the prince, and it is not good to kneel in front of so many people.

Secondly, you just said "I do", and then you fell down and knelt down, which always made him feel like a ceremony.

Because when Li Shimin came, he gave orders not to reveal his identity, otherwise the officials would probably start congratulating him on getting this weapon.

Li Tai got Tang Ping's approval and carefully put away the small iron pipe and cannon on the table.

Of course, other details are not suitable to be discussed here. After returning to the palace, Li Shimin will definitely make new arrangements.

The biggest possibility is to establish a special research institute next to the new school in Shanghe Village to study this thing called cannon.

At this moment, Cheng Zhijie sniffed and bumped Yuchi Jingde beside him with his elbow: "Heizi, Heizi, do you smell it?"

Yuchi Jingde also sniffed, and then shouted: "What a fragrant wine, where does the aroma of wine come from?"

Then he looked at the broken wine bottle on the ground and howled: "Oh my god, Mr. Tang, how can you use such a good wine as a target?"

Tang Ping was heartbroken at this time and looked at Li Bai with murderous eyes.

Everyone's eyes were on him just now, which made him feel even more stressed, so he didn't react.

Now that I saw the broken wine bottle, I realized that it was Feitian. It was not the wine that his convenience store used to sell, but the wine that Gou Dashao Gou Shaoqun brought last time.

This kind of wine is usually unavailable even if you want to buy it, let alone being used as a target!

The curtain that had been pulled down just now was taken down because it had been damaged. A gust of wind blew by, and the rich aroma of wine spread everywhere.

Even Li Yuanji, who often went to Shanghe Village to eat, had never smelled such a wine aroma, let alone many ministers who had never been exposed to modern liquor.

The key is that the wind managed to blow the aroma of the wine to Wangshu Tower across the street.

Arash is a Western businessman who goes to East Vietnam to sell wool blankets.

But every time he passed through Chang'an, he would come to Wangshulou for a drink. In fact, the wine at Wangshulou was purer than the goat's milk wine and wine from the Western Regions.

After drinking two glasses of long-lost wine today, I felt comfortable all over.

Comfortably leaning against the window of Wangshu Tower, eating side dishes to go with wine and looking at the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

He was already rich enough, and he was thinking about whether he would stop being a businessman at some point and settle down in Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty.

Just then, a loud noise from the opposite side startled him.

The waiter who called Wangshu Tower only said that he didn't know what kind of entertainment the new restaurant opposite would have.

He originally planned to leave after eating, but suddenly he smelled the refreshing aroma of wine.

At first he thought he had drunk too much and smelled it wrong, but a wealthy businessman at the table next to him called out first: "What a fragrant wine!"

Only then did Arash realize that this was not his illusion. He called the guy at Wangshulou with some dissatisfaction: "This is not the first time that I have come to Wangshulou. What's wrong? Are you afraid that I can't pay? I just ordered When we were serving the food, you told me to serve me the best wine from Wangshulou."

The wealthy businessman at the table next to him was obviously a wine lover, and he followed up and said, "That's right, we came to your Wangshu Tower for dinner because we wanted your wine to be good. Otherwise, why didn't I go to Bazhen Tower? Now you have What's the point of not selling good wine to me and others?"

The waiter was grabbed by the two guests and said with a grimace on his face: "Sir, I...how dare I? I don't dare to deceive these two guests. What I serve to you is really the best in Wangshu Tower. Drinking."

"Don't try to bluff me!" Arash had a fiery temper. He pushed the waiter and slammed the table: "Smell it yourself. Is this aroma of wine coming from downstairs? It's so far away. It’s so far away, and there’s such a wine smell, it must be a good wine!”

"Come on, let's go downstairs to look for it. If we find good wine, we must not let go of Wangshulou!" After the wealthy businessman finished speaking with the same hatred, he and Arash carried the boy angrily and went downstairs to look for it.

It's just that from the fourth floor to the first floor, they didn't find the good wine they smelled.

"You two, did my clerk offend you two? I am here to make amends for you two!" Shopkeeper Wang saw a clerk being lifted off the counter on the first floor. He didn't know what happened, so he quickly came up to apologize. .

"It's unfair, shopkeeper!" The waiter shouted: "These two guests insisted that the green ant wine I served was not the best wine in Wangshu Tower, and that we hid the good wine from them. drink!"

Shopkeeper Wang looked at the two of them and said cautiously, "Do you two have any misunderstanding? This green ant wine is the best wine in our Wangshu Tower."

The two searched around but couldn't find it. At this time, the aroma of the wine was no longer smellable, so they had no choice but to give up.

At this moment, Xihe Tower opposite, which had been quiet for a long time, suddenly became lively with gongs and drums.