Obai of Wuying Palace was captured, and the bloodthirsty unicorn bow disappeared.
Emperor Kangxi and countless people in later generations searched for this treasure bow but found nothing.
Because they never imagined that this treasure bow was no longer in the Central Plains, but in Mulan Paddock.
This is called darkness under the lamp.
As for how this treasure bow fell into the hands of Xue Cheng's family, there is no way to verify this.
But Lu Fei is certain that Xue Cheng, a Manchu, must not know Manchu.
Otherwise, it is easy to identify the owner of the bow based on the text above.
It is precisely because of this that Lu Fei was able to obtain this treasured bow by chance.
As for parts such as quivers and fletchings, Lu Fei had seen them and found that they were not originals. There was no value in asking Xue Cheng for them.
Lu Fei found a piece of cotton and carefully wiped the stains on the bow.
Then he wrapped it in layers of foam and let out a long breath.
Then Lu Fei told Gao Yuan the origin of this bow, and Gao Yuan also took a breath of air.
"Hey brother, let me ask you something!"
"What's the name of Xue Cheng's wine yesterday?" Gao Yuan asked.
Lu Fei smiled evilly.
"I advise you not to inquire."
"Why?"
"Hey, I'm afraid if I tell you, you won't be able to eat for three days."
"Hold!"
"As for no?" Gao Yuan said disdainfully.
"It doesn't matter to me, but it's hard for you to say."
"Come on, brother, I'm not that fragile. Come and tell me quickly. I'm very curious." Gao Yuan said.
"You really want to know?"
"nonsense!"
"Then you have to be mentally prepared!"
"Stop the ink and say it quickly." Gao Yuan said.
What Gao Yuan asked about was of course Xue Cheng's exclusive formula.
Lu Fei couldn't reveal this to Xue Meimei, but there was absolutely no need to hide it from Gao Yuan.
Looking at Gao Yuan's expectant eyes, Lu Fei couldn't help but He smiled kindly.
"How high do you think Xue Cheng's wine is?"
"Between fifty-eight and sixty degrees, the taste is pretty good," Gao Yuan said.
Lu Fei shook his head and said.
"You guessed wrong, that wine is at least 65 degrees."
"Hiss——"
"This is impossible!" Gao Yuan said.
“You can’t go wrong.”
"There are eleven kinds of warming herbs in the wine. After being soaked for more than a year, it is not so spicy in the mouth and does not burn in the stomach like other spirits."
"And what plays the most critical role in this taste is the special medicine." Lu Fei said.
"What exactly is the medicine you are talking about?" Gao Yuan asked expectantly.
"Ahem!"
"Don't be so weird and tell me what it is?"
"Horse manure!"
"What?"
"Fried horse manure!"
"Bullshit!"
"Do you think I need to fool you?"
"vomit"
Seeing Lu Fei's determined eyes, Gao Yuan felt his stomach churn.
He jumped off the kang, didn't even bother to put on his shoes, opened the door and ran out, vomiting wildly.
Lu Fei's stomach almost cramped, and he rolled on the kang and laughed.
Ten minutes later, Gao Yuan came back with a pale face and looked at Lu Fei with a murderous look in his eyes.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
"Why is there horse manure in here?" Gao Yuan said with eyes wide open.
"Well, it's not necessarily horse dung, it could also be cow dung."
"vomit."
"You're fucking serious, don't treat me with so many varieties, what on earth are you doing?
what happened?"
When Gao Yuan said there was probably cow dung in it, he started retching again.
Lu Fei handed Gao Yuan an eye and said with a smile.
"You don't have to be like this. You see, I drink more than you. Aren't I a good person?"
"You are just an animal, can I be the same as you?"
"Speak carefully, why is there such a disgusting thing in here?" Gao Yuan said.
Lu Fei nodded and became serious.
"Horses and cows eat grass, and the feces they excrete is not as disgusting as you think."
"Nomads often use dried cow and horse dung as firewood!"
"Actually, using cow and horse dung to make wine is not a patent of the Xue Cheng family."
“In the past, nomads outside the Guan Dynasty often used wine skins to store wine after making wine.”
"But if too much is brewed, it can only be stored in wooden barrels."
"However, when stored in wooden barrels, the alcohol is easy to evaporate, and the liquor is more likely to be stained with the taste of wood, which is unacceptable to them."
"Later, the clay jars flowed outside the customs, and the nomadic people felt like they had found a treasure."
"But the cost of importing wine jars from within the customs is too high, and transportation is inconvenient."
"So, people began to make their own clay pots and wine jars."
"Unfortunately, the soil quality outside the customs is not suitable for firing pottery, and the craftsmanship is not good, so the quality of the fired pottery is very average, and it cannot be formed at one time."
"One firing can only produce a blank but cannot be coated with glaze, so people can only apply a layer of mud glaze evenly on the inside and outside like plastering a cement wall for a second firing."
"But this kind of mud glaze has very strict requirements on kiln temperature."
"If the temperature is too high, it will easily crack. If the kiln temperature is too low, it will not be able to integrate with the green tire."
"Later, people came up with a way, which was to set up dry firewood outside and burn it over an open fire. This was indeed a success."
"Not only was it successful, people discovered that using this method After the French-fired wine is stored in pottery jars for a period of time, the spirit will have a softer taste than before, and the taste will be more pure."
"Actually, this is because the inner wall of the pottery pot fired over an open fire has become slightly alkaline due to contamination and penetration of plant ash."
"And this light alkalinity just neutralizes part of the acidity of the spirit, so it tastes good without losing its original flavor."
"This great discovery can be said to be a great revolution in the history of nomadic winemaking."
"So much so that during the Yuan, Mongolia, Liao and Jin Dynasties, when porcelain became popular in Guan Nei, before people stored wine, they had to use hay to bake the utensils, or boil and soak the utensils in plant ash water!"
"During the Emperor's reign, a small leader of a Mongolian tribe named Agudamu, who did not have a large amount of dry firewood, tried to use horse dung to bake utensils, but found that the taste was several times stronger than the effect of dry firewood."
"As a result, this method has been widely used."
"But the method used by Xue Cheng and his family is more advanced. They fry dry horse manure."
"In this way, nine out of ten odors in the horse manure will evaporate."
"Then use fried horse dung to bake the wine vat, and the effect will be even more obvious."
"Bottled wine has been on the rise for decades, and people have long ignored this method, so Lao Xue didn't think of it."
"But I can guarantee that Lao Xue will know."
"Wine stored in this way neutralizes the acidity of alcohol and is extremely beneficial to the human body, so you don't have to mind it at all. It's best to drink it regularly in the future."
"Pull him down!"
"If you didn't know, this wine is indeed delicious."
"But knowing that it was made from cow and horse excrement, it still feels awkward."
"Don't talk about Xue Cheng's wine. From now on, I won't drink any wine from the wine jar, no matter how good it is." Gao Yuan curled his lips and said.
"hehe!"
"Don't be so categorical. If it's five hundred years old, even if it's made from horse urine, you can still drink it." Lu Fei said with a smile.