March 3, 265 AD, Shangsi Festival.

This festival commemorates the birth of Emperor Huangdi. At the same time, at this time, it is also the spring when the temperature rises and everything sprouts. Everyone goes out for a trip, outing, picnic, party, and banquet together by commemorating the birth of Emperor Huangdi.

In ancient times, when entertainment life was extremely scarce, this festival was highly valued by people.

On this day, in the northern suburbs of Luoyang, Sima Zhao, his brothers, nephews and his family also went out for an outing and having a banquet under the service of their own slaves.

"Brother, please drink this cup!"

"Hahaha, okay, Ziyi has done a good job recently. I have done this glass of wine for my brother!"

Ziyi, whom Sima Zhao mentioned, is Sima Lun, the youngest son of Sima Yi, and is ranked ninth among Sima Zhao's brothers. He was only twenty-three years old this year, and he was younger than his nephew Sima Yan.

Because he was his youngest son, he was favored by Sima Yi since he was a child. After Sima Yi's death, Sima Shi, Sima Zhao and others were both his brothers and his father. Therefore, they were also very favored. Since he became the lieutenant of the Tunqi Certificate last year, his main job was the warden of the special prison of the Emperor Cao Wei.

This is a willful and arrogant young man. Compared with his former palace warden, his fifth brother Sima Yizheng, he has a much simpler and rough attitude towards the current emperor Cao Huan. But because of this, Cao Huan, who had some thoughts due to the defeat of Yang'anguan, suddenly became honest. Therefore, Sima Zhao said that Sima Lun has done a good job recently.

"Thank you brother for your praise. I must have shown that guy tightly and not let him have any inappropriate thoughts."

"Hahaha, okay. Ziyi, drink better!"

"Brother, drink!

A large cup of scented bottle of fragrance was poured into his mouth, and Sima Zhao smacked his lips: "Huh~~~ Is it because I am old? Why do I feel that the scented bottle of fragrance in this batch has a better taste than before?"

"Father, this is not the feeling of you alone. Children and others think so too."

"Yes, brother, I used to drink too much of the scented bottle fragrance, and I had a headache when I woke up the next morning. Recently, this batch of scented bottle fragrance is still the same. But the taste is significantly improved, and even if I get drunk, it is completely like nothing happened when I wake up the next morning."

(Guan Yi: This is the biggest highlight and selling point of all liquors on the Chishui River line!)

Looking at Sima Lun and Sima Yan who were complimenting the new product, the fragrance of the bottle, Sima Zhao felt a little irritated: "An Shi, did you calculate it when you enter Cao? How much grain did we transport to the Western Shu last year?"

"Father, what's wrong with you? Our secret spy who sneaked into Western Shu sent the report back last month. Because Si Wen Cao in Western Shu did a great job in counterintelligence, their statistics are not comprehensive. But even so, they calculated less than 1.5 million stones. In the overall estimate, it should be less than 2 million stones. I reported this to you last month."

"I'm a good person, I have a bad memory. Alas, in the past, the biggest reason for restricting the ability of Western Shu invaded. The lack of military and food was insufficient. But now so much food is flowing in every year. Guan Zifeng is a profiteer. I dare to conclude that at least 70% of the food in it has never been used. He has been stored."

"My father said very much. Our secret spies who reported to Cao also reported on this. It is said that in the past one or two years, the three counties of Hanzhong, Wudu and Yinping in Western Shu have been building large granaries."

"Hmph! Guan Zifeng is much smarter than that Jiang Wei! But this guy is as annoying as Jiang Wei. Those who are thinking about this are invading! Alas, I really miss Western Shu when Fei Wenwei was in power..."

"But uncle, haven't we signed a ten-year agreement?" No need to ask, when I interrupted and spoke such a lack of language, it must be the simple and beautiful boy Sima You.

"Oh, Tao Fu. The treaty is used to tear it down." After scolding his youngest son gently, Sima Zhao turned to Sima Yan and said, "Then why did you take the exam for your father, even though he knew that your uncle was transporting food and grass to Western Shu but did not take it down? It should be noted that the grain we transported today may turn into a feather arrow from Western Shu tomorrow and shoot our soldiers!"

"Well..." After thinking quietly for a while, Sima Yan raised his head and replied, "Father, the child thinks there are two main points. First, this wine is really good, and we have such a demand. If Uncle Zichu cannot provide him with food, then the many families in Yongliang are willing to deliver food to Guan Zifeng. Therefore, instead of making money for others, it is better to make money for my uncle. After all, it is the pocket of my Sima family. Second, although Uncle Zichu is indeed not worth mentioning in terms of integrity, he is still a general person. With him, the inventory of the grain warehouse in Chang'an will not be below the cordon. If it were someone else, such as Shi Zhongrong, the granary would have been at a low price, and a fire would have covered the evidence of the crime..."

"Well said!" His son had begun to mature, and Sima Zhao was very happy. He couldn't help but put another big glass of wine on his stomach.

"So, what do you think is the fundamental solution to the problem of food outflow?"

"Two. Or we also have the technology to brew such good wines (Guan Yi: Now historians recognize that distillers are used for brewing wines after the Song Dynasty. In a word: among the people, the people are the driving force for historical development. Only in the Song Dynasty, with a large number of citizens, can these food and drink production technologies be improved in large quantities). Or, we ban wine."

"Have the winemakers in the camp found the secret?"

"Father forgives sins, no."

"Hey, what other things that Guan Zifeng fiddled with were successfully copied except for the so-called Yanxi paint that was proven to be the juice of tung oil? Even Yanxi paint was not forced to import in large quantities because we basically did not produce tung oil. So, what's the fault?"

"Thank you, my father, for understanding. So all we can do is to ban alcohol."

"It's hard! Even a father cannot resist this thing. Not to mention those unrestrained celebrities. Well, if you want to ban wine, when do you think it's best to start?"

"Haha, I hope I never need to ban alcohol."

Sima Yan's words have two meanings: one is that the grain reserves of our prescription are sufficient and the national strength is always strong, which makes Guan Yi dare not fight. The second meaning is: to ban alcohol, it must be after the Wei and Jin Zen Dynasty, and the new Jin State can only be banned after the stable rule. To put it bluntly, the day when Sima Zhao died was the time of the Wei and Jin Zen Dynasty. Therefore, Sima Yan's fundamental meaning is: Father, I wish you good health and longevity forever.

"Hahaha~~~ I lived for my father in my fifties and saw everything. I have never seen immortality. So people have to face that day after all. But you are still very happy to say that for my father. Come on, Yan'er, drink this cup."

"Father is drinking."

"Yeah, drink win."

The wine glasses used by the Sima family to drink are also produced in Fuling County - bone porcelain cups. Because there is no thermometer to accurately control the furnace temperature, the bone porcelain produced in Fuling County now is a slag compared to later generations. But who can lead the times in concept? So since the bone porcelain was launched, the nobles of this era have basically used bone porcelain.

As for wine glasses, since the furnace temperature cannot be accurately controlled, the fine and small wine glasses in Fuling County cannot be produced at all. The wine glasses they produce are all large glasses. According to the current measurements, the capacity of a cup can exceed 100 grams.

Now, in a short period of time, Sima Zhao has already cooked three glasses of white wine over 40 degrees. This is a patient with hypertension and coronary heart disease.

As modern people, everyone knows that drinking a lot of white wine in patients with hypertension will stimulate the accelerated flow of blood in their blood vessels. Due to long-term hypertension, the blood vessel walls of the human body have been hardened and lack elasticity. They cannot adapt to the sudden accelerated flow of blood. When this inability to adapt to the critical point, they will...bang~~~ explode.

"Oh, fortunately, Yan'er has grown up quickly. Even if I die, I can feel at ease. However, the power of the Hongnong Yang family on Yan'er's father-in-law is too strong. I have been deliberately suppressing them when I am here. If I die, the prosperity of Yang's family may be difficult to stop... This will have a fierce conflict with my own old ministers such as Jia Chong, Pei Xiu, Wei Guan and others. Fortunately, the two of them are considered to be a general idea. Jia Chong... Should I kill Jia Chong in advance?"

"Well, my head hurts so much. I was really drunk just now. Yan'er, help me go back to rest... Not good! Why can't I control my tongue? Not good! Why can't I control my right hand? Ah?! I don't feel it anymore!"

"Father? Father!" "Uncle!" "Brother!" The people from the Sima family around him soon discovered something wrong with Sima Zhao. After a brief shouting and Sima Zhao widened his eyes and couldn't speak, they stood up in a hurry: "Imperial Doctor! Come quickly! Your Highness, King of Jin, have a stroke!"
Chapter completed!