When he returned to Yancheng, the lights were already on. King Yanqi, who was originally worried, was full of energy at this time. When he arrived at the city gate, he really jumped off his horse and led Gao Xianzhi into the city, which also greatly encouraged the Anxi soldiers at the city gate.

On the top of the city, Cheng Qianli, who saw this scene, couldn't help but change his color and said, "This guy really knows how to create momentum and invites people to win the hearts."

"Why should the Protector be angry with this Korean slave? No matter how happy he dances, can he become a saint..."

"Li Xiang has always liked to use Hu people as generals, and he also needs Shen Lang as his arm to help him, so he may be able to please the saints."

Looking at the Central Army General Tian Zhen, who was not concerned by his subordinates, Cheng Qianli frowned. When he went to listen to Fanlou's second concert, he dressed in casual clothes. The new songs made by Chen Lang were all fascinating, and their styles were very different from those of the world. It really had an unparalleled attraction for the saints who liked novelties far away in Chang'an.

Thinking of the saint who has been acting more casually over the years, Cheng Qianli was also unsure. The Korean slave might not be able to climb to the top of his head. "Erlang, please be careful when you act outside in the future. Don't ask someone to catch a handle. Don't call him a Korean slave in front of others in the future."

"Go back and keep your energy well, and have a banquet in the palace tomorrow, and then kill him well."

"Protector, I heard that Chen Lang had a huge amount of cups that he could not get drunk. Even the big white insect was drunk by him, so he didn't dare to find the place."

Among the generals under Cheng Qianli, Tian Zhen is the most capable of fighting and drinking, but he has suffered a loss when facing the lazy white worm.

"Why don't you dare to find the place? Bai Da Cuck is not in Yancheng recently. Chen Lang has seen it. It's so clean. Even if you have some alcohol tolerance, how strong can you be?"

Cheng Qianli looked at the generals who were cowardly before the battle and scolded him in anger.

...

When he returned to Chenyuan, it was already dark. When Chenguang walked to the small workshop built by the first person, Feng Changqing, who followed him, looked around curiously. He had only seen this place from afar, but had never come in to see it.

As soon as he entered the workshop gate, Feng Changqing couldn't help but thrust his nose because he smelled the smell of wine, which was spicy and strong. Before he could drink it, he knew that the wine must be as strong as fire.

"Chen Lang, did you really brew that kind of spirit wine?"

"To be honest, Brother Feng, although this strong wine has been brewed, it is still far from the strong wine that my grandmother brews."

Chen Guang said with a wry smile that in those novels, the distilled wine was simple to make, but when he actually operated it, he found that it was not that easy. In the end, he simply threw it here to the two Persian slaves who were entrusted with the heavy responsibility of making wine. He worked hard here for more than two months before finally making a ingredient wine that could be eaten.

"Go and bring the wine."

He ordered to the Persian slave of his subordinates, Chen Guang asked Abu to light a candle, asked Feng Changqing to sit down, and asked someone to serve a hard dish to drink, "Brother Feng, this wine is very strong, you should eat something to cushion your stomach first."

Feng Changqing was also an old alcoholic. After hearing this, he was not polite. He ate a few pieces of steamed mutton before stopping the chopsticks. At this time, the Persian slave who went to get the wine came over with a large jar. After taking the wine, the strong fragrance of the white wine suddenly came to his face, but the taste was still a little sensation.

"Quick, hurry up and get on with someone."

Feng Changqing pinched his nose and shouted impatiently. As the clear wine poured into the cup, his eyes became more and more blurred, "It's as clear as water. Chen Lang really didn't lie to someone. There is such a strange wine in this world!"

"Brother Feng, this wine is very strong. You need to drink it slowly for the first time."

Chen Guang reminded from the side that the successfully brewed earthy wine was pinched and the final finished wine was about fifty degrees. For example, Feng Changqing, who usually only drinks some sweet wine at least ten degrees, would have to be stuffed in one gulp, and he would be in pain and roll on the ground.

Feng Changqing knew that Chen Guang would not lie to him, so he picked up the wine cup, drank it gently and swallowed it. Then his face changed immediately. Although he had guessed that the wine was strong, he did not expect that Liecheng would be so at this point that as soon as he entered his throat, he felt like he had swallowed burning charcoal fire.

Chen Guang looked at Feng Changqing and felt a little nervous. God knew whether this distilled liquor was in line with the tastes of the Tang people of this era.

At first, Feng Changqing felt that the soju in Chen Guang's mouth was too difficult to drink, and it burned his throat. Even drinking horse urine was better than drinking this thing, but when he was drunk, the dizzy and floating feeling made him feel that this was wine!

Isn’t drinking just to relieve my worries by getting drunk? How much grapes he had to drink in the past to find this feeling of floating in the air. Now he is just a sip. This is not a good wine, so what is a good wine!

Chen Guang saw Feng Changqing changing his face, and his originally disgusted expression turned into a flash of light in the blink of an eye. He grabbed the wine cup he had just put down in his hand, took a sip, and then closed his eyes and was filled with intoxication.

"Good wine, it's really good wine, but the taste is a bit bad."

After a long time, Feng Changqing, who had finished drinking this small cup of earthy wine, sighed and said with regrets in his words.

"Brother Feng, my mother said that this soju will take some time to store it in the cellar before the taste will become soft and not so irritating. I also saw that the soju was finally made and I couldn't help but be happy, so I asked Brother Feng to taste it first."

Chen Guang said in a deep voice that if he hadn't been worried about fighting with people for tomorrow night's banquet, he would have planned to hide this batch of wine cellar for three months before taking it out. However, when he thought of the grape wines in the Kucha Palace, he would rather burn the newly brewed soil to fight with people for wine than drink it to make his bladder burst.

"So that's it, I'm looking forward to it even more."

Feng Changqing put down the hollow cup in his hand. He wanted to drink a few more cups, but he also knew that the wine was too strong. If he really drank a few more cups, he didn't know when he would sleep until he would wake up tomorrow.

"Brother Feng, how much do you think this wine is suitable for a bucket of wine?"

Chen Guang brews wine in the end, it is also for making money. Although Fanlou is good, there are too many restrictions. It is enough to make 200,000 to 300,000 yuan a year. However, the business of this sour wine can really make a lot of money. Chen Guang didn't even think about selling it in Chang'an. The countries in Anxihe River alone were enough for him to make money.

"Xinfeng wine is worth ten thousand yuan. This wine is much more delicious than Xinfeng wine. Selling a bull of ten thousand yuan is just a common thing."

Feng Changqing said that wine was a huge profit in the Tang Dynasty. Even the cheapest wine would cost hundreds of cents per dou. The amount of money brewed by Chen Guang was not expensive for every dou of soybean wine sold for more than ten or twenty cents. The only thing to worry about is that making wine consumes too much food. There is not much wealthy food in Anxi to make wine.

"Brother Feng, I have Fan Lou in my hands now and I don't short of money for the time being. This recipe for brewing wine is waiting for the future. Otherwise, why should I ask you if Yanqi Kingdom can reclaim wasteland?"

When Feng Changqing heard that Chen Guang was willing to spend money to hire someone to reclaim wasteland for future wine making, he couldn't help laughing, "Chen Lang really sees the long-term things. This wine is very good. Can you give it to a few jars?"

"Brother Feng is right? I'll send him to the Protectorate Mansion later."

"It's still Chen Lang knows me, but Chen Lang invites someone to taste a wine today, so I'm afraid there's something else?"

Feng Changqing looked at Chen Guang and thought of the banquet tomorrow night, and guessed how he was thinking. The soju wine was so strong that if Chen Lang used this wine to fight with someone, he would probably have to come and lie down as much as he could, which would be much more enjoyable than drinking the grapes.

"Brother Feng is probably already knowing what I think, so why should I ask you knowingly? I want to ask Brother Feng, if I will bring wine to the banquet tomorrow, is it considered a breaking the rules?"

"What rules are you breaking? Chen Lang clearly went to offer wine."

Feng Changqing swayed his hands in the jar of Kaifeng's sour wine, and his voice was low, "That's a good opportunity, this wine should be famous in Anxi, and it's also easy to sell it at a high price!"

"It's still Brother Feng who understands me."
Chapter completed!