At first, Zhao Wei thought that the old man was secretly making wine with grain and rice, so he came over to join in the fun.

However, when the old man brought the wine bowl to him, he realized that it was not the case.

This is not rice wine or ale wine, but vodka mixed with water.

Because the biggest feature of vodka is that it is not like rice and wheat-wine wine. No matter how clear and filtered it, it will retain the original taste of the raw materials.

Either rice or wheat aroma, it forms the unique flavor of wine.

Vodka is the opposite.

Anyone who has drunk it later knows that drinking this thing is nothing different from drinking alcohol, without any miscellaneous flavors.

The jar of wine in front of him was a jar of alcohol mixed with water, and the entrance was even more limited than that of Song wine.

Zhao Wei couldn't help but blurt out, "Is the little bird vodka?"

The old man was stunned, "What, what is the bird, what is the added thing?"

The Song people did not know about the saying that they played with the jokes in later generations. Zhao Wei didn't explain it. He suddenly felt shocked and thought of a possibility.

He slapped his forehead, "How come he forgot about this trouble!"

Looking at the old man, his eyes shone, "Is this what you made?"

At this time, the old man had already discovered something was wrong and replied with guilt, "It was caused by the old man... Have you violated the king's law?"

Zhao Wei glared, "What made it?"

Old man: "Dirty, potatoes."

"Huh..." Zhao Wei breathed a sigh of relief, "Sure enough!"

He smiled at the old man with evil spirits, "Old man, you are in trouble, come with me with the wine jar!"

The old man was so scared that his face turned pale, "No. You, who are you? Why should I follow you?"

Zhao Wei: "Who am I? You will know in a while, let's go!"

The old man dared not move. Zhao Wei laughed and pointed at the soldiers on both sides, "How about I let these soldiers carry you away?"

After saying that, he was afraid that he would really scare the old man, so he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll take you to receive the reward, you have made great contributions!"

Zhao Wei's words are true, this old man has indeed made great contributions.

Backyard of the Shuai Mansion.

Wen Tianxiang and others, who were rarely free, gathered in the pavilion in the corner of the courtyard, hugging the half-year-old little Zhao Ding, basking in the sun to relieve their boredom.

Seeing Zhao Wei coming back in casual clothes and an old man was following behind him, he knew that he had gone to Minjie to experience people's livelihood.

The problems facing Diaoyu City are now well aware of, but they are more stable than Zhao Wei.

Before Zhao Wei could enter the pavilion, Wang Yinglin had already spoken to comfort him.

"Your Highness, don't worry, people's livelihood is only temporary. As the population of the six cities increases, the solution will naturally appear."

Mr. Wang also kept it like Zhao Wei, but he didn't say what the solution was.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Wei grinned, "No need, let's find a solution!"

Everyone was stunned, "She is looking for it?"

Wen Tianxiang asked in a daze, "What solution?"

I saw Zhao Wei pointing to the timid old man behind him, "This old man is the solution."

As he spoke, Zhao Wei snatched the jar from the old man's arms and put it on the stone table, "Look, this is a good thing!"

Everyone couldn't help but come around, without looking, just smelling it, "Wine!? Where did it come from?"

Zhao Wei laughed, "Don't worry about where it comes from for now. I'll ask you guys how long has it been since you tasted the stuff in this jar?"

“Guru…”

Wen Tianxiang, Wang Yinglin, Xie Dieshan and Zhao Yurui all swallowed.

How long has it been? Since entering Shu, I have never tasted the wine.

In this era, drinking is not a bad habit, but everyone loves wine. Not to mention the soldiers of the people, even a few husbands and princes, they are also good things in the cup.

The reason is very simple. The wines of this era are not intoxicating. The degree is very low. The alcohol content of ordinary Song wine is only a few degrees, and the highest is about ten degrees.

Like tea, it is usually drunk as a drink.

Only if you can get drunk like Li Taibai, or if you do eighteen bowls like Wu Erye in Water Margin, you can get drunk.

Even the Mongolians, who claimed to be good at liquor, drank only about 20 degrees, which was a little more powerful than the sake in later generations of Japan.

Now Zhao Wei has put a jar of wine here and asked how long has it been since I drank? Is this obviously a greedy person?

Mr. Wang was a little unhappy and wanted to drink but couldn't say it. His face was stern, "Where did it come from? The city explicitly prohibits alcohol, and His Highness should set an example. How can he make an exception?"

"Yu'er?" called Wang Yu's nickname, "I took it for your highness and put it in my husband's house for the time being."

Mr. Wang thought to himself, you are so arrogant! During the New Year, you still have a great victory. All the civil and military officials of Bashu gathered together, but there was no drop of wine. What are you doing? You are still greedy? You can't cure you anymore!

"No, no, no, no, no, no!!" Zhao Wei immediately surrendered, "I am just Xiao Yi. Meng Xi is used to having sex. Why does Mr. Houzhai still take it seriously?"

He gave Wang Yu a flattering expression to who was about to step forward, "Sister, don't take it, go and get the wine cup."

Wang Yu was indeed obedient, and said oh, and went to get a stack of wine cups.

Zhao Wei personally gave the old men a full list, "Try it first, see how this wine is?"

Wang Yinglin watched His Highness pour wine himself, and his eyes never left the clear and transparent wine.

I thought to myself, am I trying it? Should I try it? Or should I taste it?

Taste... violate the prohibition of alcohol. Don't taste... don't give King Ning face!

Forget it, it doesn’t count as much as drinking! Besides, King Ning is very worried!

Well, there are many people who have the same ideas as Mr. Wang.

Xie Dieshan, give your apprentice face.

Zhao and Rui give your eldest nephew face.

Wen Tianxiang, if you don’t drink, Ning Wang will be embarrassed.

Several old men looked solemn, with deep grudges, and slowly picked up the wine cup, "Please!!"

Drink it all in one go, refreshing.

However, after drinking, the old men still kept their eyebrows.

"It's a little worse!" Mr. Wen shook his head and flattened his mouth, "The smell of wine is no longer enough, but the aroma of wine is not enough!"

Xie Dieshan agreed, "There is less flavor and no artistic conception, so it is not considered top-quality!"

Wang Yinglin, "I... I didn't taste the three flavors in the wine! Come on, let's have another cup, and then make a comment after carefully savoring it."

As he spoke, he had already handed the wine cup to Wang Yu, meaning that he wouldn't pour wine for your father?

Zhao Wei rolled his eyes when he saw it, a few hypocritical old men!

"Wait first."

He stopped Wang Yu from pouring wine for Mr. Wang, but he got into the house and took out two citrus and two tomatoes.

Citrus is a specialty of Qingju and the only fresh fruit in Diaoyucheng this season. As for tomatoes... Needless to say, they were stolen from Wang Zhen's land.

I ran to the kitchen again and took the stone mortar for pounding garlic.

Yellow sugar is the white sugar of later generations. However, the technique of bleaching sugar in the Song Dynasty had not yet appeared, so it was called yellow sugar.

The old husbands didn't know what Zhao Wei was going to do, so they could only stare blankly.

Zhao Wei handed the orange to Wang Yu and didn't say anything. Wang Yu naturally knew that it was asking her to peel it.

Zhao Wei himself mashed the tomatoes in the mortar, took out the juice, poured a little into each cup, and then put some yellow sugar powder in it.

Then it was the drink, "Try it again!"

A few old men didn't understand what to do, so they picked up the cup and put it to their mouths and smelled it. There was no change in feeling, but there was only the smell of wine, but no smell of rice and wheat!

I frowned and drank it, and my eyes lit up immediately.

I just feel that the wine tastes still sweet and mellow, but the sweetness of yellow sugar and the sour beauty of tomatoes are not covered by the wine taste, with clear layers and endless aftertaste.

"Not bad!" Mr. Wang kept holding the wine and still praised him, "It's really good!"

Zhao Wei smiled slightly, waited for the old men to finish drinking one, then took the peeled citrus from Wang Yu, mashed it and extracted the juice, and added the empty cup as usual, so that everyone could taste it again.

The rich citrus flavor replaces the tomatoes. The aroma of orange is mixed with the aroma of wine, which is an indescribable feeling. It is indeed more delicious than the orange wine produced by the Song people.

"What's going on?" Wen Tianxiang was very puzzled.

They are all old immortals in the wine industry. They have drunk a lot of wine and have tried countless ways to drink it.

However, he was sure that even if the best rice wine mixed with orange juice and yellow sugar in Dasong was used, it would not be possible to have such a strong flavor.

Zhao Wei was very proud at this time, "How is it? Is it a good wine?"
To be continued...