"Um, Uncle Cheng, why are you here?"
Wang Zhi felt a little guilty.
Yesterday, it was a little trick.
He knocked Old Cheng down and escaped back.
Otherwise, after a banquet, he would definitely have come back lying down. of.
"You kid, you dare to mention that you knocked down both our father and son yesterday.
If you don't bring out the fine wine like yesterday, I will whip you in front of your father.
Do you believe it or not?"
Cheng Yaojin spoke very arrogantly, but the key was that Wang Qiang couldn't help but nod.
Wang Zhi suddenly lost his temper and pretended to be pitiful.
At the same time, he secretly slandered, Dad, you are my father, why don't you stand on my side.
"Hey, kid, hurry up and get it.
Otherwise, let Ada go get it.
Ada will be much more well-behaved than you."
Wang Zhi was furious when he heard this.
When he saw A Da walking outside the yard, he rushed over and hit him twice.
Thinking that his injuries were not healed, he let it go.
"Hey, brother, don't be angry.
He said he was a general.
I dare not not listen.
However, I told him, let's just have two jars of wine.
Don't worry, I hid them all before.
Just two jars are here.
"In the back room."
Seeing that Wang Zhi was angry, Ada quickly whispered in his ear.
"Haha, good brother, remember, if you have good things in the future, you can't show them off, otherwise, robbers will definitely come to rob them."
Wang Zhi put his arms around Ah Da's neck and praised him.
He was a good comrade.
"You little baby, it's not good to speak ill of people behind their backs."
As soon as Wang Zhi opened the door, Cheng Yaojin rushed in with Cheng Chumo, and then ran away holding two wine jars.
"It's broken, that's alcohol."
When Wang Zhi saw Cheng Chumo holding two small wine jars, he knew they were broken, because the alcohol he refined himself was not wine, so it would be fine if he drank it.
"Brother Chu Mo, listen to me, these two jars are not wine, they are alcohol, and you cannot drink it."
Wang Zhi chased Cheng Chumo until they reached home.
Unfortunately, the latter was guarding the wine jar like an old hen guarding its chicks, and would not let Wang Zhi touch it.
"What alcohol?
Isn't alcohol better than wine?
It's the essence of wine."
Before Cheng Chumo could say anything, Cheng Yaojin spoke first, motioning for Cheng Chumo to show him a jar.
No matter how much Wang Zhi tried to persuade him, it didn't work.
However, when he saw an old Taoist priest next to him, he had an idea.
Wang Zhi knew that this old Taoist priest was the famous Sun Simiao, Sun Shenyi.
In this era, Medicine King Sun Simiao is like a saint.
He has traveled all over the country for decades, saving lives and healing the wounded, saving countless lives.
He has superb medical skills and noble morals.
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Unexpectedly, he would also come to his home.
"Taoist Priest, please help me.
It is true that alcohol cannot be drunk, but it is very good for cleaning wounds and can prevent inflammation.
You can use it."
I can't cure you, so I don't believe that Sun Simiao can't do it.
He is a land god.
"Boy, do you mean what you said?"
Cheng Yaojin took the initiative to put down the two wine jars this time and asked with a blush on his face.
"It's natural.
Last year, I went out with the army to conquer Tuyuhun.
Except for those who died on the spot, I saved everyone in our group.
No one died of infection, and they all relied on it."
Wang Zhi also took out Ada's wound and showed it to everyone.
The long wound was indeed terrifying.
If it had happened before, he would have definitely died.
Sun Simiao rushed out with a quick step, looked at Ah Da's wound carefully, opened a jar of alcohol, smelled it, and dipped a little in it to taste.
"Why didn't you take it out earlier?
Do you know how many people died of infection on the battlefield?"
Cheng Yaojin grabbed Wang Zhi's shoulder and kept shaking it.
His big futon-like hands were like iron clamps.
Fortunately, Wang Zhi had a good foundation.
For an ordinary person, his arm would have been broken if he failed.
"Papa".
Unexpectedly, Sun Simiao looked quite young, but his body was flexible, and his strength and skills were not compromised.
After a few seemingly simple slaps, Cheng Yaojin actually let go.
However, sadness flowed back into the river, and his eyes were red.
"Uncle Cheng, do you know that brewing wine is a waste of food, but this alcohol is extracted from wine.
There is not enough food, so it cannot be made on a large scale.
Besides, this is what I discovered accidentally last year." .
Wang Zhi endured the pain and explained that in this era, it seems that there is always not enough food to eat, and it is also a sin to use it to make wine.
"Hey, that's right.
I'm being reckless."
Cheng Yaojin sighed and handed the two small wine jars to Sun Simiao.
"Uncle Cheng, don't worry.
You can do a small amount now.
In two years, it may be better."
Wang Zhi hopes to start large-scale production after potatoes are popularized.
"Hey, you don't know that in our place, no matter how much food we have, we won't be able to eat enough.
It will still be the same in ten or eight years, and the population will also increase."
Cheng Yaojin sighed, there was peace now, the population would only increase, and there was still not enough food.
"Uncle Cheng, please take a look, what do you think of this thing?"
Wang Zhi thought for a while, and decided to tell Cheng Yaojin about the potatoes.
After all, he couldn't move to Li Shimin's place by then.
Besides, I'm afraid he wouldn't have it yet.
Believe it, and.
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I can't even enter the main hall.
"What is this?
Why don't I recognize it?"
Cheng Yaojin is also knowledgeable about farming.
If he doesn't produce a certificate, he will follow the farming and harvesting, and he is very skilled.
"This thing is called potato, and it is a new crop.
The key is that its yield is very high."
Wang Zhi said proudly, "Huh, I'll let you see it then.
The new crop is amazing."
"How high is the yield?"
Cheng Yaojin was obviously very interested in the new crops and wanted to play with them, but after thinking about it, he held back.
"Well, I planted it last year.
Although there are only a few plants, the yield per mu is about thirty dan."
Wang Zhi later calculated that it didn't seem to be much.
In later generations, the yield of potatoes was at least four to five thousand kilograms, and the most was eight thousand kilograms.
It was probably fed by pesticides and fertilizers.
"Pop".
The tea bowl in Cheng Yaojin's hand fell to the ground, with a look of horror on his face.
The wine jar in Cheng Chumo's hand was lost.
Fortunately, Ada was nearby and caught it with quick eyes and hands.
Sun Simiao's hands were shaking a little, and he wanted to drink water to calm down his shock. , but more was spread out.
"Seriously."
Cheng Yaojin's breathing was a little rapid.
This is a great thing.
If it is true and popularized, there will be no famine.
"Don't take it seriously, hehe, I plan to plant it for another season and see how things go."
This is a feudal society, and Wang Zhi doesn't want to find himself guilty of bullying the emperor for no apparent reason.
"Hey, that's fine, but you have to protect yourself and make sure nothing goes wrong."
Cheng Yaojin was thinking about whether he should select a few capable generals to come over later.
There were still a few people in Wang Zhi's family.
"This is natural, this is related to my title."
Wang Zhi said with a smile, a potato is worth trading for a marquis.
"Dad, uncle, the meal is ready.
Mom said, you must finish the meal before going back.
These dishes were invented by my eldest brother and they are delicious."
Wang Li's small figure ran in, his mouth was very sweet, and he also received several gifts
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