Chapter 64 Oh, Dad, this is called Neixiu, do you understand?
"Dad, what's wrong with the child?" Cheng Chubi was a little confused and didn't understand why his father expressed such a stance.
I saw the kind old father stroking his thick beard as thick as a steel needle, sitting cross-legged and speaking earnestly and sincerely.
"It's not that dad meant to say anything about you. You are still too young and your vision is too narrow."
"If you think about it, the Tang Dynasty has only been in existence for a dozen years.
For the sake of the Tang Dynasty, I and I have walked back and forth countless times in a sea of blood."
Hearing these words, Cheng Chubi felt a little heavy and nodded repeatedly. As the saying goes, it is better to be a peace dog than a person in troubled times. This is the reason.
In times of chaos, human lives are like straw.
Cheng Yaojin glanced at Lao San with the corner of his eye, and saw that Lao San's expression was very heavy, and the corners of his mouth were raised covertly.
"Most of the princes in our Tang Dynasty have experienced countless battles on the battlefield, and so have I."
"With so many comrades in arms, there are countless people like you, Uncle Qin, who have hidden wounds."
"Father's teachings are correct, the child understands." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but look ashamed.
Cheng Yaojin's face showed a look of relief, and he nodded with a smile.
Cheng Chubi did not expect that his political and ideological consciousness was not as high as that of this noble bully from more than a thousand years ago.
Yes, in the early days of the Tang Dynasty, there were countless heroes, and none of them were covered in scars. There were probably quite a few like Uncle Qin who had arrowheads left in their bodies.
You can't treat Qin Qiong just because he is a historical celebrity that you admire and like very much, right?
What's more, if Qin Qiong is cured, I am afraid that the Tang Dynasty tigers who still have many old sores will come looking for him.
"Father, don't worry, my son will treat Uncle Qin seriously.
Father, your comrade-in-arms and robe, if you are sick, I will do your best."
Cheng Chubi impassionedly made his first declaration of determination during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty.
"???" Cheng Yaojin looked at this impassioned third child with a confused expression on his face. He was completely confused.
This, what is going on? Is there something wrong with my guidance, or is this guy going astray?
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Chubi, who was full of fighting spirit and high ambition, finally felt that something was wrong with his own father.
He is holding his beard in mid-air, his expression is dull, and his eyes are empty. What's going on?
"Ahem, dad's fine. Just wait a moment. Dad has to take care of himself..."
"???"
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Cheng Chubi was a little confused. He didn't know why his biological father could be like this. Could it be that he had just drank a ounce of wine that was almost a ounce less and got drunk?
Or maybe my biological father has a gastric ulcer, which started to attack because of this drink.
That's not right, dad just had a dull expression, his eyes were empty, and there was no sign of pain.
Just when Cheng Chubi was puzzled, Cheng Yaojin finally regained his breath, and his old face full of flesh was still kind.
"Well, I am very pleased that my son has such a heart."
"However, if I want to treat my dad's old gang, just a small amount of the essence of wine like yours may not be enough."
"Just now you said that you don't have the tools for mass production. It doesn't matter. Dad supports you. Whatever gadgets you need, dad will try to get them for you."
"It doesn't matter if you're short of money, dad will support you even if he sells the pot..."
"..." Cheng Chubi started crying with gratitude, but gradually his expression became stiff.
Finally, Cheng Chubi felt that he couldn't bear it anymore. "Dad, on your beard... um, can you wipe it first before talking?"
This saliva is dripping on my beard. Can you please stop being so hypocritical and righteous? The child is not blind.
"Ah? I didn't expect that I would be so eloquent one day, hahahaha..."
As a father, Cheng Yaojin did not feel ashamed at all, but was very proud of himself.
But Cheng Yaojin could support himself in preparing alcohol. No matter what the purpose was, Cheng Chubi felt very happy.
But there is a big problem in that the amount of alcohol required to prepare alcohol is definitely not small.
There were restrictions on grain wine in the Tang Dynasty, and from time to time the court would restrict the use of grain in wine making.
Therefore, if we really need to prepare a large amount of alcohol, the Cheng family will purchase too much alcohol.
Maybe the official who had already taken a dislike to Lao Cheng, a distinguished bully, might have jumped out to impeach him.
"It seems that the third child in our family has really grown up, become sensible, and knows how to think about things for the family as a father."
When Cheng Yaojin heard Cheng Chubi's concerns, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and he couldn't help but put his hand on his son's shoulder to express his kind fatherly love.
He just accidentally used a little too much force, causing Cheng Chubi, who couldn't react for a moment, to lose half his head.
"...Wait a minute, let me think about it carefully. What do you mean, as long as it is wine, no matter what kind of wine you are, you can extract the essence of this wine?"
"Dad, it's alcohol..." Cheng Chubi rubbed his shoulders helplessly.
"As long as it's wine, children can indeed prepare it into alcohol."
"They all taste the same as this one?" Cheng Yaojin smacked his mouth with unfinished thoughts and pointed at the wooden box that had been locked by Cheng Chubi.
"???" Cheng Chubi's whole body felt bad. What a terrible smell. This is the alcohol! Spirit that is going to be used as a disinfectant!
But this is his biological father. As the saying goes, a son never complains about his father's faults, and a son never thinks his mother is ugly.
Cheng Chubi, who had the Chinese instinct of respecting the elderly and loving the young, could only explain helplessly.
"I don't know if it's the same smell, I haven't prepared it yet, but it must be of this magnitude."
"That's it, hey hey hey... just wait in the house, I will get you three to five hundred kilograms of wine and you can try it first."
Then he saw Cheng Yao and Jinhao slap the table and stand up, with high morale.
"Zhejiu?" The Zhejiang tree belongs to the moraceae family, so it should be considered a tree after all. Can it make wine?
Seeing that Cheng Chubi didn't understand, Cheng Yaojin couldn't help but proudly show off his profound history of wine culture in front of his own son.
"Hey, this is wine made from sugar cane. Sugar cane is also called Zhu Zhe or Bazhu. The wine brewed from it is called Zhe wine.
Precisely because this thing can only be used to make sugar, not food. So, it is not among the restrictions. But the taste of zhejiu is really not good..."
Following Cheng Yaojin's explanation, Cheng Chubi realized that sugar cane wine had long existed in the history of Chinese wine culture.
In Qu Yuan's "Chu Ci* Zhaohun", there is also a sentence like "The turtles and cannons have some pulp."
Volume 4 of Ge Hong's "Xijing Miscellaneous Notes" of the Jin Dynasty records that "King Xiao of Liang visited the Pavilion of Wangyou.
Gather all the travelers and send their envoys to write a poem... "Liu Fu" says: "...honor the wine full of jade, and the nobles offer the mash of gold pulp"...
"...the golden mash refers to the wine brewed from sugar cane."
Cheng Chubi was completely stunned, looking at Cheng Yaojin who was shaking his head in front of him, quoting scriptures, and telling the origin of sugar cane wine.
Is this still the rough old man Cheng Yaojin who kills people like crazy, gets into fights at the slightest disagreement, and resorts to physical education to teach the naughty children in his family?
Seeing Cheng Chubi's own son who was so shocked by his profound knowledge of wine culture that he couldn't help himself.
Cheng Yaojin was happy and proudly raised his eyebrows at his son.
"Do you think your father is just an illiterate and rough old man? Haha, do you understand that your father is called Neixiu?"