Love Affairs in Chang’an Chapter 8: Wu Wang Li Ke

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A few days later, the fist was written. Qin Mubai took it and dedicated it to his father.

Qin Shubao took the fist sheet and flipped through two pages at random, frowning and looking at Qin Mubai with a sharp look: "You wrote this?!"

"Yes."

Qin Shubao took a deep breath, concealed his thoughts for a long time, and waved his hand: "You come back."

"The child retire."

Watching his son walk out of the room and close the door, the hesitant look on Qin Shubao's face grew stronger, and he muttered to himself: It's incredible. I haven't seen each other in just three years. I don't even know my son anymore. . When did he practice such an unconventional calligraphy with everyone's demeanor? Is it also taught by Zhang Sanfeng? ...Curious, strange!

Returning to his house across the courtyard, Qin Mubai didn't stop for a moment. He found a servant in the mansion and asked him to go outside to hire a few skilled blacksmiths and carpenters.

The young master has ordered that people dare not fail, and it didn't take long for the blacksmith and carpenter to come. Qin Mubai gave the craftsmen a drawing and asked them to build a steamer for steaming wine.

I haven't eaten pork, but I see pigs running away after all. Qin Mubai is not a great expert in wine making, but he has learned chemistry at any rate, and he also knows some friends who make wine in the 21st century. He is a well-informed person. It's not a problem to design this simplest and original steamer for distilling alcohol.

The craftsmen don't understand the purpose of this young master of the Qin family in building this steamer, but it has always been their purpose to collect money and do things. Within two days, the steamer was ready.

After many experiments, Qin Mubai successfully steamed more than ten catties and fifty to sixty degrees of spirits with more than one hundred catties of white wine. I asked my mother to invite a well-known doctor in Chang'an to formulate a prescription for rheumatism, including a rare medicinal material such as tiger bone that cannot be easily obtained in the 21st century.

The medicinal wine is soaked in the hot-dip boiling method, and you are done.

Medicinal wine, known as the crown of a hundred medicines. Qin Shubao was only 50 years old and was in the prime of life. It was only because of too many injuries in his early years, poor blood and tendons, and wind-cold and rheumatism that made him sick now. This pair of medicated wine can be said to be the right medicine.

Although I dare not say that the medicine will cure the disease, Qin Mubai is sure that it will greatly help him.

A few days later.

During this period, Qin Shubaojing used to be more "home" to avoid Qin Mubai's morning and evening greetings. Even Liu did not see him very much. He seldom went out in the house like a retreat.

Qin Mubai guessed that he was probably studying Tai Chi.

The medicinal wine was almost soaked, Qin Mubai poured out a small cup of wine and personally delivered it to Qin Shubao.

When he came to his father's door, Qin Mubai knocked on the door.

"Didn't the old man say that he won't see anyone, what's the nuisance?" Qin Shubao's voice came from inside.

"My father, the child has something to ask for." Qin Mubai said.

"It's Saburo? Then come in!" Obviously, Qin Shubao treats his third son differently.

Pushing in, Qin Mubai saw Qin Shubao sitting on the couch, no different from the past. He offered medicated liquor on a tray with both hands. He said, "My father, this is medicated liquor made by a child, and it's a special gift."

"Medicinal wine?" Qin Shubao nodded casually, "Let it go."

"Father, why don't you taste it? This medicinal wine is not the same as ordinary medicinal wine... It was brewed by a secret method obtained by my master from a senior daoist who has accomplished his practice." Qin Mubai said. Said.

"Really?" Qin Shubao raised his eyebrows in surprise, picked up the wine cup and smelled it, and said suddenly, "It is really strong, let me taste it for my father."

After that, I took a sip.

In an instant, his face turned red, and Dan Feng's eyes widened and looked inexplicably horrified. He even smacked his mouth a few times and took a deep breath to clear his cough: "This wine... why is it so strong? Huh!..."

"Father, drink slowly!" Qin Mubai hurriedly persuaded, smiling and thinking: Tang Dynasty people drink at most ten degrees. Even a massive **** man like his father would definitely not be able to adapt to such a spirit of over fifty degrees!

"Really... Taoist fairy wine, fairy wine!" Qin Shubao coughed a few times and put down the cup&#