The door of the small hospital where Cheng Chubi performed surgery was locked. There was still smoke lingering from the newly built stove, and the remaining water in the large iron pot was still steaming.
There were several empty wine jars leaning to the side. The scene in front of me could only be described as a mess.
Cheng Chubi wiped the sweat from his face and carefully placed the jar of highly spirited liquor that had been distilled three times on the table.
Cheng Yaojin, who personally helped Cheng Chubi, sat down and looked at the essence of this small jar of wine with a sense of accomplishment.
Next to him, the four chief stewards of the Cheng family, who were also tired and sweaty, gathered here and kept swallowing their saliva.
Cheng Jie wiped the corners of his mouth and sighed in a low voice.
"Sir, the work of steaming wine is really torturous. I'm almost drooling."
Cheng Fu, the housekeeper, also agreed with his opinion.
"Yes, yes... Master, look, the brothers have worked so hard, why not reward them for their hard work, right?"
"Oh, it's so hard. I'm so tired that I've lost weight again." Cheng Ji's skinny body swayed deliberately in front of Cheng Yaojin.
"Why are you so anxious? You guys, just stay still. Didn't you notice that the third child is still busy?"
Cheng Yaojin shouted angrily. I haven't tasted it yet, why are you so anxious?
While he was talking, Cheng Chubi walked out carrying a porcelain bottle of high-quality wine prepared in the laboratory, and placed it with the jar of high-quality wine.
After thinking about it for a while, I realized something was wrong, so I went back to the house and got two wine glasses and put them on the counter.
I rubbed my hands together and prepared to compare the two high-altitude wines with great anticipation.
At this time, the five big men, who were almost drooling, looked at each other in confusion, and Cheng Yaojin couldn't sit still.
"Third brother, you're not doing this right. There are five of us here, how can you just take two cups?"
"???" Cheng Chubi raised his head in confusion. He saw these four cadres from Lu Guogong's government who "robbed the rich and gave to the poor".
What else could Cheng Chubi say? He placed the six cups and poured the wine from the porcelain bottle into the cups first.
Each cup is worth about five or six yuan. If it is more, it is not a test, but two plates of pickled cucumbers should be placed here to enjoy their skin.
As soon as he put down the bottle, Cheng Chubi smiled and said, "I still hope..."
Just after uttering three words from his mouth, he saw Cheng Yaojin picking up the wine glass and raising his neck...
Then the four senior cadres of Cheng Mansion, who had been impatient for a long time, imitated his example.
Then, I saw the five big men with ferocious faces and hissing, as if they were possessed by demons.
"Burn! This wine feels like a burning coal, slowly burning from my mouth to my stomach."
"That's right, I feel the same way, it's burning inside my stomach."
"It's so exciting. It's the first time in my life that I've had such a strong drink. After such a small sip, it actually made me feel hot all over."
"..." Cheng Chubi looked numbly at the five adults who had severe fevers.
The fever keeps coming and going. Should I give each of you a fever-reducing injection?
The comments about the essence of the wine from these five old men who have been immersed in the wine shop for many years came to my ears.
I was deeply impressed by the taste, aroma, aftertaste, and aftertaste of the essence of the wine.
Cheng Chubi didn't bother to pay attention to them. He brought another cup and poured a cup of each of the two high-strength wines.
After thorough comparison and appreciation by the five elders of the Sheng family and Cheng Chubi, the conclusion reached is this.
The high-altitude wine made from sugar cane is close to the high-altitude wine prepared in the previous laboratory. The only difference is the taste and aroma.
Just the day before, we had just carried out a large-scale extraction of the essence of wine, adding to the old Cheng family’s wine culture industry.
The next day, Cheng Chubi's life plan was disrupted by unexpected news.
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"Donggong Zuonei leads the deputy...Dad, what kind of official is this?"
Cheng Chubi stared blankly at his kind old father Cheng Yaojin, who was sitting on the couch and looking at him with joy.
"This is an official of the East Palace, which means that you will serve under His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the future." Cheng Yaojin said while stroking his thick beard like a steel needle.
"The prince is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty in the future. Now you can come to the prince's side and become a close minister. This is a good place."
"The prince is an official?" Cheng Chubi was in bad condition. His Royal Highness Li Chengqian, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, was about to be demoted to a commoner.
From being a majestic prince of a country, he became an unlucky man who was kicked out of Chang'an one by one. In the end, he didn't know whether he died of grief and anger or was poisoned and died violently.
The group of subordinates around him are in Cheng Chubi's shallow historical memory.
The only thing I remember is Du He who married Her Royal Highness the Princess, who is Du Ruhui's biological son.
It seems that he also ended up very unlucky. I don’t know exactly whether he was chopped into pieces, but he definitely ended up being a miserable unlucky guy.
"Third brother, what's your expression? Are you still not happy with the grace His Majesty has given you?"
Looking at Cheng Chubi's seriously constipated expression, Cheng Yaojin was unhappy.
Cheng Chubi opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain it. In the end, he could only force a smile. "My child, I am so happy that I am almost going crazy."
“I don’t even know what expressions to use to express my emotions.”
"Haha, third child, you are still too honest and kind."
Cheng Yaojin laughed loudly and hit Cheng Chubi heavily on the shoulder with his big hand.
His own son suddenly became half a head shorter with a black line on his face.
"When His Majesty makes the decree, our old Cheng family will hold a grand family banquet and invite all the guests and friends to come and be happy."
"Well, don't worry, third brother. Dad is here, so if you have anything to do, just come and talk to him."
"His Royal Highness is surrounded by literati who talk all day long, so don't pay attention to them."
Cheng Yaojin thought for a while and then warned again worriedly. "If I dare to offend you, don't be afraid. You have a father to back you up."
We, the old Cheng family, can still be afraid of those cowards who can’t even kill a chicken. Let me tell you, those guys are bullies and afraid of the strong.”
"All the men in our old Cheng family are full of courage. Don't be timid when something happens, just do it..."
"..." Cheng Chubi had a dark look on his face. His mood was extremely complicated. He felt as if he was just about to leave his parents and go to school.
Then, as the leader of the evil forces in society, his own father is teaching his son by words and deeds how to punch scholars, kick scholars, and dominate the campus.
But then I thought about it, and it was right. Who was my real father? The most powerful bully in the Tang Dynasty, the famous and vicious General Cheng Yaojin of the Tang Dynasty.
After all, I have only met His Highness the Crown Prince a few times, and it is not a friendship that involves kissing on the neck, and there is no reason to risk my life or fortune.
Besides, no one knows whether the wheel of history will slide along its original trajectory.
After all, I have traveled through time, what else is unacceptable?
During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, I still wanted to live a good life and live comfortably as a second-generation bully.
I also hope that before I die, I can have the opportunity to pick the peppers planted in the land of China.
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