Wang Qingbo and his wife were discussing, and Mrs. Wang said: "Sir, our son is getting older. He will be eighteen years old in a few months. Next year will also be our seventieth birthday. We should choose a happy day for our child's wedding."
Let’s do something about it.”
"Yes, when I see the happy couple together, I like it. They want to get married and have grandchildren soon." Wang Qingbo said cheerfully: "Use their horoscopes to ask Blind Li from the noodle shop to pick a good day.
It’s best to hold it together with our birthday, it will be more lively.”
Mrs. Wang's face changed with laughter and she said: "Should we celebrate our birthdays or marry them? There seems to be no precedent for this in the world."
"There is no precedent for my son brewing wine, and there is no precedent for putting wine in a vase. Let's see what the fortune teller chooses. Maybe a birthday banquet and a wedding banquet will be a good day." After saying that, he stood up and took out his son's horoscope from the bottom of the box.
, ordered to get up from the sedan chair and go to He’s house to discuss the marriage.
The two parties were well matched, and they had a community of interests in the wine-making cooperation. The two of them had a very good relationship. The He family agreed immediately and went to the noodle shop to choose a wedding day for them. Coincidentally, the auspicious day for the wedding and the auspicious day for the birthday coincided.
Together.
After returning to the liquor store, the couple happily announced the news to their children, planning to marry Wang Wen and He Qingsheng in the twelfth lunar month four months later.
"Son, I will give you a list. You go shopping on the street. In two days, the whole family will go to Sanqing Temple to fulfill their vows. Thank Sanqing and Tianmu for sending the three of you to my house." Mrs. Wang chattered.
After talking about how they sincerely prayed for Sanqing and Tianmu and how they were born, he added: "Don't forget to buy more of this gold powder and gold foil. Let's make a wish."
Yes, this year we have to reshape the golden bodies of Sanqing and Tianmu."
Reshaping the golden body was a big wish, and their three children had visions when they were born. The Taoists in Kuocangdong were very cautious and arranged a very strict ceremony. Amidst the smoke curling up, they made another promise in front of the statue.
I have great ambitions and hope to have a grandson as soon as possible, but this time, no vision appeared.
Looking at the offerings in front of the statue of the gods and the curling cigarettes, Wang Wen fell into deep thought and seemed to remember something. Gods do not eat human fireworks, but they need human incense. What is the difference between fireworks and incense?
, the plate made a sound. It was because the incense condensed and the water droplets formed dripped down on the beam. Wang Wen’s heart jumped a few times. When making wine, no matter how hard it is made, the quality of the wine is not pure. Can it be as good as the one just now?
It's like dripping water. If you heat the wine and cool it down with something, the wine will be pure. It is condensed by the aroma of incense and does not contain the smoke of human fireworks. Then the gods can drink it. Thinking of this, Wang Wen danced with joy. His father Wang Qingbo saw it and raised his hand with his hands.
He pinched his butt hard to signal him to be quiet. Taoist Master Ningzhen saw it and smiled and said: "This benefactor is destined to be my Taoist. One day, there will be great achievements. Please serve tea in the backyard."
Wang Qingbo and his wife panicked when they heard this. He was the only son, and they kowtowed to the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest smiled and stopped talking.
After the ceremony, when he returned to the wine shop, Wang Wen seemed to be a different person, staring blankly in front of the steamer all day long. What was going on? Maybe it had something to do with what happened in Sanqing Temple. Could it be that he suddenly had the idea of becoming a Taoist priest?
After discussing it, the couple hurriedly found He Qingsheng and asked her for help.
"Where are the parents thinking? Look at this steamer. After the water vapor goes up, it is cooled down by the beams and condenses into water. After being so hot and cold, all the dirty water turns into clean water. I am thinking, what if
After such steaming, can our wine become clear and transparent, and taste better?" Wang Wen took her hand and said excitedly: "We can use bamboo tubes or copper tubes to steam the steam.
Collect it in a tube, cool it down with water, and collect it in a jar to get a new wine."
It turns out that you don’t want to become a Taoist priest. After a false alarm, He Qingsheng breathed a sigh of relief. The two of them lowered their heads and based on their own imagination, discussed and designed a simple wine steaming device, with a pot at the bottom and a pot in the middle.
It is a steamer that collects gas. A pipe at the top leads the steam out, and the coiled tube is connected to the cold water outside to cool down the steam. The device was given to a coppersmith to build.<
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"What is this? I have never seen it in my whole life of working with copper." The old coppersmith looked confused and was at a loss with the picture.
Wang Wen ordered: "Just follow the pattern and you have the final say on the wages. After we finish it, we are not allowed to build it for others except us."
Ten days later, the device was built. Wang Wen, He Qingsheng and the Ding brothers began to test steaming. Two hours later, the wine flowed out of the copper tube drop by drop and into the jar.
People feel drunk.
Wang Wen took out a small spoonful and gave it to everyone to taste. A few people tasted it, and they saw a stream of heat rushing from their throats to their stomachs. It was several times stronger than any wine they had drunk before.
Ding Qusheng bent over and said, "Give this wine a name, Mr. Shopkeeper." But half of his feet had already crossed the threshold.
Wang Wen thought for a while and said with a smile: "This wine is made by burning other wines. It is the essence of the wine. You can call it alcohol or shochu. Give your little sister a small cup." Seeing that someone had revealed his feelings, Ding Qusheng rubbed his head in embarrassment, took a small wine glass and ran out to feed the egrets.
Wang Wen turned around and said to He Qingsheng affectionately and silently: "It's up to you, madam, to name this instrument."
He Qingsheng tilted his head and asked Wang Wen: "What's a good name? The body is like a dragon, the steam is like clouds, and it can condense steam into water. We named it Yunlong Ning. What a good name."
Wang Wen frowned for a moment and remained silent. Ren Yuheng interjected from the side: "Sister, this name is too elegant. This vessel can cool steam and condense it into water. Let's call it a condenser."
"What do you want your name to be?" He Qingsheng leaned against Wang Wen and said, "Husband, it's up to you."
Wang Wen didn't hear the jealousy in her tone and replied: "Both names are good, one is elegant and the other is easy to understand, just like we have nicknames when we are young and have formal names when we grow up." Bayi
He Qingsheng asked: "You said the elegant one is formal, and the easy-to-understand one is nickname?"
"Of course my sister's name is the real wife, and mine is my nickname." As soon as Ren Yuheng said this, he suddenly felt something was wrong and blushed like crazy.
When He Qingsheng saw that the other party had fallen into the trap, he won the battle and said nothing more.
Seeing this, Jin Huabin had questions. The invention of soju was such a big event. The story said that Wang Wen invented it. Is there any basis for it?
Zhu Jinze replied: "So, you checked the information. Does it clearly say who invented it? Since it doesn't, Wang Wen's invention theory is also one of the possible ways. Let's leave it to later generations of archaeologists to verify it."