"Cough cough...hiss..."
Cheng Yaojin drank two taels of white wine in one gulp.
In an instant, the flushed face turned red.
But now, Cheng Yaojin squinted his eyes, savoring the strong taste of alcohol.
"Erlang, you should try it too. This wine has an endless aftertaste!"
Li Er had actually been sizing up the wine for a long time:
"This wine is so clear, without a trace of turbidity. What's most rare is that its aroma is so strong and mellow."
Then, he did not drink it all in one gulp like Cheng Yaojin did.
Instead, he took a light sip.
With his eyes slightly closed, he savored the mellow taste of the wine.
As the light liquid of wine went down my throat, a slight burning sensation came over me.
Then the heat spread throughout my body, and I felt as if I had become more lively.
It's an extremely special feeling.
"It's really good wine!"
Li Er widened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
Then he urged:
"Brother Zhuang, what is the name of this wine?"
Zhuang Zhou blurted out:
“It’s called Erguotou.”
Li Er frowned:
"It's a tacky name, but the wine is top-notch."
"That's right, this is the kind of wine a man should drink. What you drank before was like water."
Cheng Yaojin cursed and handed the cup over again:
"Brother Zhuang, give me another full cup."
Zhuang Zhou did not refute and filled his glass with wine again.
They raised their glasses, clinked them together, and ate and drank together.
Soon, the bottle of Erguotou was almost empty.
Except for Zhuang Zhou and Li Er who each drank a cup, the rest was snatched away by Cheng Yaojin.
In total, Cheng Yaojin drank almost six taels of white wine.
But this guy didn't enjoy himself at all, instead it aroused his alcohol craving.
"Brother Zhuang, um...do you have any Erguotou left?"
Cheng Yaojin felt a little unsatisfied.
“Gone!”
Zhuang Zhou spread his hands:
"I only brought one bottle this time. If you want to drink it, come to my store next time and buy it. It will be available in two days."
"Oh! What a pity! I'm just drunk and it's over!"
Cheng Yaojin was unwilling and picked up the chopsticks to pick up another large piece of steamed pork with rice flour into the bowl.
Just put it in your mouth and start chewing it.
"Brother Zhuang, what is this?"
Li Er picked up another piece of sweet potato from under the steamed pork with rice flour, took a closer look at it, and confirmed that he didn't recognize it.
But he had already eaten this thing.
Soft and sticky, and very sweet.
One bite and you’ll feel a satisfying fullness.
"This, this is called sweet potato."
Zhuang Zhou was actually already slightly tipsy.
There's no way. He can't drink alcohol. If he drinks 400 grams during the day, he will definitely have a accident.
"What kind of fruit is this sweet potato?"
"This grows in the ground. Yes, you don't have it here yet. Wait..."
Zhuang Zhou remembered that the sweet potatoes he had brought were not finished, so he stood up and took one.
"Hey, this is it."
Zhuang Zhou handed a purple-red sweet potato to Li Er and explained:
"This is a sweet potato. You can eat it raw after peeling it. Of course, the best way is to cook it. It's very sweet."
"Also, you can dry the sweet potatoes into dried potatoes, which won't go bad for several months."
"What?!"
Li Er was immediately shocked and kept checking the sweet potato in his hand.
He kept muttering:
"How could this thing be so magical?"
"Yes! And the sweet potato yield is very high. One mu of land can produce about 3,000 to 4,000 kilograms. In your terms, that's about 20 dan."
Zhuang Zhou has learned a lot of knowledge these days, for example, one stone in the early Tang Dynasty weighed about 120 kilograms.
"Twenty dan per mu?"
Li Er was shocked.
You know, since he ascended the throne, he has been thinking about how to feed the people all the time.
Although life is no longer as difficult as it was at the beginning of the country, the people still lack food and clothing.
Especially the food, it is totally not enough.
If the sweet potato could yield 20 dan per mu, that would be something Li Er would never dare to imagine.
A small sweet potato can save the common people!
"A Chou, did you hear what Brother Zhuang said? The sweet potato yield is so high?"
Cheng Yaojin had heard it a long time ago, and his face was full of doubts:
"Brother Zhuang, are you really saying that these sweet potatoes can yield 20 dan per mu?"
Zhuang Zhou thought for a moment and said:
"This must be related to the poor quality of the soil. The soil with good quality can yield more than 20 stones. Of course, the soil with poor quality can only yield about 10 stones. In any case, the yield is definitely not low."
"Enough to eat!"
Li Er smiled happily and said:
"As long as we can produce ten dan per mu, it will be enough for everyone to eat. Brother Zhuang, these sweet potatoes can save the people!"
The yield per mu is ten shi, and it can be preserved for several months without spoiling. It can be used as military rations during marches and battles.
Zhuang Zhou nodded and smiled awkwardly.
These two guys are weird.
Who cares!
Anyway, I just came to Chang'an for business.
These common people have nothing to do with me!
"By the way, I've noticed that Brother Zhuang has an extraordinary way of speaking, and the calligraphy on the plaque at the door is also elegant and gorgeous. I guess he must have been well-educated, right?"
Why do these people care so much about whether I have received any education?
It seems that this era values scholars very much!
"To be honest, Brother Qin, when I was young, I followed my father on his business trips. I can read and write, so I can barely be considered a scholar!
As for which school of thought I inherited, I can't really discuss it. The words on the plaque at the entrance were actually written by a friend of mine. They're not worthy of being put on display in a formal setting. Please excuse my embarrassment!"
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