Little Tavern.

Fang Xuanling has long been unable to sit still.

But watching Zhang Feng slowly making food in the back kitchen, he drank anxiously, took a sip, and glanced at him, but in the end he sighed, and then he was drinking a bowl of wine.

It's like wanting to get drunk and sorrowing through alcohol.

Where is Zhang Feng still, slowly doing food. When Fang Xuanling couldn’t sit still, Zhang Feng slowly carried three plates of stewed vegetables and a pot of stewed pigs. The hoof comes up.

"Zhang Feng brother, don't be busy, just tell me, is there any way to make this wheat live?"

Where can Fang Xuanling bear it?

He grabbed Zhang Feng's hand, who was about to get up to get the wine, and pressed him on the chair.

Zhang Feng said silently: "Actually, this is not impossible, this method is very simple."

while speaking Zhang Feng pointed to Fang Xuanling’s Jiuwandao "What do you think of this wine?"

"Why is it related to wine again? We are talking about this wheat thing now!"

"Yes Ah, what we are talking about now is wine. This wine is actually made of grain, do you know?"

Fang Xuanling was shocked and excited.

"You said this thing can be used to make wine?"

In an instant, Fang Xuanling seemed to have found a savior, staring at Zhang Feng with scorching eyes.

If this can really turn this useless thing that pigs don’t even eat into wine, then this disaster will no longer be a disaster...

However, he asked many, many people, this thing can only be used as fertilizer, even the winemaker in the Imperial Palace, he also asked, almost the winemaker was impatient.

Where can this thing be made?

If this is made into wine, shouldn't you drink the dead?

Even if this is brewed into wine, it is still poisonous wine to drink!

At first, when Zhang Feng said it was simple, he thought Zhang Feng was joking, but when Zhang Feng said this, he instantly understood it.

If this thing is given to others, it is indeed impossible, but what about Zhang Feng?

You need to know the wine he brews, but in this world, there is no second person who can copy something, except for him, there is really no second person who can make this thing.

Fang Xuanling couldn't help but feel excited again.

But Zhang Feng shook his hand away, and shook it with extreme disgust. Then he slowly got up, took a jar of the lowest alcohol from the wine cabinet, and said: " Old Fang, I know that among these people, you are the most capable person. Old Li is good at coordinating strategizing, while Old Sun is a diplomatic expert and is not good at managing the industry. Old Wei can only manage the inside of the industry. Discipline."

"In this, Old Du and you are people who do practical things, and Old Chen is an Iron Fool. Don’t mention it, if it’s as a last resort, I know You will certainly not be so anxious. If you can be so anxious now, then you must have encountered great difficulties."

"But, don’t panic when things happen, let’s take your time!"

"Can I not panic?"

Fang Xuanling sighed.

Although Zhang Feng inadvertently said that the relationship between several people was almost a pretty close, and took him a flattery, but now this is really useless for him.

He not only wants to solve this matter, but it is also the kind of thing that ended before His Imperial Majesty knew.

Fang Xuanling could not help but asked again: "Zhang Feng brother, are you really sure about this? I have asked many winemakers, many of them are the highest winemakers, but even Lord Zhangsun thinks this one I can’t handle the matter, so don’t make a joke about it!"

"Dang! ...Do you think I'm kidding? You actually said I was Zhang Feng kidding?"

Zhang Feng pointed to his nose and said incredulously: "When did Zhang Feng make a joke? I tell you, this thing can not only make wine, but also make good wine! You believe or not, once this thing is brewed, I can guarantee that it will be popular throughout Great Tang, and even the whole world will not be a problem!"

"Not only that, I am not going to cooperate with you this time, I do it myself! Let you stare!"

Zhang Feng is also angry.

Dare to question Lao Tzu?

Can this be tolerated?

"Old Fang, I don’t know if you are irritating me or what’s wrong, but I’m definitely not kidding you about this matter. You know, I’m Zhang Feng, that’s a spit. A nailed man, this malt, if you give it to others, it is really a waste. Even if he has super high brewing skills, it won’t work, but if you give it to me, it’s different. Just take the one with the lowest degree. Let’s talk about wine!"

"The thing I want to make now is definitely much lower than the current alcohol, and this thing is not only low in alcohol, but you still remember the barbecue. Right?"

"If it is accompanied by barbecue, it would be a cool thing! Especially in this summer, when the crops are ruined and the people’s pockets are bulging, this thing is another thing to pay attention to. An industry that stimulates the economy! If you believe or not, as long as my first winemaking experiment is successful, even a baby, or a woman who can’t drink, will love this stuff!"

"This... …Is there such a wine?"

Fang Xuanling was shocked and asked hurriedly.

"Before me, there must be none, but I am here with Zhang Feng. This is a must!"

"What kind of wine is this? glutinous rice?"

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"My damn, will you make a glutinous rice???? You are insulting me!"

"I'm talking about beer! Beer! It's good for appetizing and strengthening the spleen Beer!"

"..."

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