Du He had been squatting outside Chengtian Gate for a while. At the end of October, the weather was biting cold and the wind was so cold that he shivered.

However, without the emperor's order, the imperial guards guarding Chengtian Gate just refused to let him in. No matter how cold he was, he could only wait outside.

Du He was so angry that he stared at the gate with big eyes and small eyes. Later, he couldn't stand it anymore and asked depressedly: "Are you cold?"

"It's not cold." The imperial guards glanced at Du He with contempt. So what about the young master of Shuangjue? He was like a weak cock, and he couldn't even bear the wind.

Yes, he knows Du He. After all, he has to pass by Chengtianmen every day when he goes to school. It is difficult not to know him or not.

But this does not mean that Du He can be sent to the palace without a warrant at night, even if the palace is holding a banquet. As for Du Chong and the cart brought into the palace by Li Daozong, I'm sorry, I... can't beat him.

"Isn't it cold? Humph." Du He snorted, how could he be not cold? Bragging.

Seeing that Du He didn't believe it, the imperial guard bulged his chest muscles and patted his arm with a spear: "Did you see, cotton coat."

Cotton... Cotton coat?!

It wasn't too early to say that there was a cotton coat inside. Du He's face turned dark and turned around and left.

It's a cold day for him, and the young master actually confronted a guy wearing a cotton coat. He was so stupid.

After walking a few steps, thinking about it but not willing to give up, he turned back and pointed at the nose of the imperial guard: "I made your cotton coat! Without me, you are so fucked to death."

The Imperial Guard looked confused. What does it mean? My clothes are obviously sent from the palace, so why did you do it?

...

Du He did not return to the East Palace. After leaving Chengtian Gate, he went home directly. As for Du Chong, he would do whatever he wanted. I guess that old guy would not tell the way of steaming wine.

In addition, the old ghost Li Daozong is too unreliable and can't even act. You say that you meet by chance or encounter by chance, you have to drink some on the spot to know whether the wine is good or not.

What's the matter if you just pull the wine away? If you are a god, you will know that there is good wine in it through the wine jar?

Besides, it is obviously fake to grab the cocktail party with people and drinks.

Yes, everything tonight was actually arranged by Du He. Whether it was going home to pick up wine, Du Chong came to deliver wine, or even the time when Li Daozong appeared was arranged in advance, and the purpose was actually to promote distilled liquor.

Why did he stay at Mingde Gate before and didn't go in?

That's because he has to wait for the time. If he goes in early, what if the plan is in advance and Li Daozong has not come out yet? Then the wine will be drunk by those dandy, wouldn't it be wasted?

...

Du Chong did not go home alone, and Li Daozong was also walking with him.

The old guy smiled so much that he couldn't see his eyes. When he entered the Du family's gate, he didn't care about the time. He shouted, "Du He, boy from the Du family, come out quickly, big things will be done! Come and thank me."

In the hall, Du He was about to sit and fall asleep. He shuddered when he heard the sound. He was about to go out when someone pushed the door of the hall: "Du boy, you've got rich, do you know that we've got rich?"

"Is that right?" Du He yawned and looked at Du Chong who followed in: "Uncle Chong, what's going on at night? Why did he go to Tai Chi Palace? Didn't he agree to send the wine to the East Palace to complete the task?"

Du Chong looked bitter and looked at Li Daozong: "Second Young Master, I have no choice. King Jiangxia will not let me leave."

Li Daozong glanced around and said, "Hey, you all see what I do. If I don't call Du Chong over, what if His Majesty asks about the name of this wine, I don't know."

Du He shook his head: "Forget it, let's go over the past. Uncle Li, since we want to cooperate, we must explain something in advance. We can earn 50% of the money, but you can't make any decisions about the wine recipe, otherwise we won't be able to do this business."

"Hehe, how can that be..." Li Daozong felt a little embarrassed and smiled embarrassedly.

When he pulled Du Chong into the palace, he did ask about the recipe for the wine. If Du Chong hadn't gritted his teeth, the two servants in charge of pulling the cart would have no idea anything, and he might have succeeded.

Du He smiled perfunctorily, and did not expose him. He glanced at Du Chong: "Uncle Chong, go arrange for someone to clean up the guest room. King Jiangxia should not leave tonight."

"No, I will make arrangements now." Du Chong left without any hesitation.

After sending Du Chong away, Du He led Li Daozong to sit down and said seriously: "Uncle Li, in fact, my nephew is not indifferent to human nature, nor does he regard wealth as his life. The recipe of this wine is actually not something that cannot be spread. The reason why I do not share it with Uncle Li is mainly due to another use of this wine."

"You mean disinfection? Didn't you say this when you were on the mountain that day?!"

"Not bad, but Uncle Li, have you ever thought about it? What if some people with ulterior motives in the enemy country get the recipe for the wine?"

Li Daozong frowned. As an old man on the battlefield, he certainly knew what Du He was talking about.

"And, Uncle Li, the court will definitely order alcohol in large quantities as a backup for combat in the future, so the price of alcohol will definitely not be too high. So, my plan is to buy one hundred dollars per pound of alcohol."

When Li Daozong heard this number, he became anxious: "What? One hundred texts, isn't it even enough capital?"

"Uncle Li, don't be anxious. The so-called loss on the outside and the question is supplemented internally. We can make up for the loss of alcohol from the alcohol side, but the problem is... our recipe cannot be leaked. If it is leaked and the price of wine falls, we are afraid that we will lose to death."

OK, OK!

After talking for so long, I just don’t want to tell me the recipe.

Li Daozong was speechless and nodded for a long time: "Anyway, you can do this matter anyway. You should pay me a penny of money."

Du He smiled and said, "Uncle Li, don't you still have the supply of raw materials? If I lose your money, you will be able to cut off my food."

"Okay, I have something to do, I'm leaving." Although Li Daozong was greedy for money, he was not the kind of person who killed chickens and retrieved eggs. With Du He's guarantee, he immediately gave up his plan to get the recipe.

If you don’t use the recipe, you won’t use the recipe. Anyway, as long as you have money to make money, everything else is a trivial matter.

Seeing that Li Daozong was still leaving at this time, Du He couldn't help but feel curious. He stood up and wanted to send him off, and asked, "Uncle Li, this is almost the end of the year. What else can you do?"

"What's the matter? I'm having a lot of things. I'll have to be busy with the New Year's Eve festival for a while, and there are also envoys from the Tang Dynasty who came from Japan to receive it. It's two months before the New Year's Eve, so I wish I could break it into two pieces a day." Li Daozong glanced at Du He, and looked like he didn't understand what he said.

"Water?" Du He didn't care about whether he was a big sacrifice or a big sacrifice. Such a thing had nothing to do with him, a young man. Instead, the so-called Japanese envoy sent the Tang Dynasty to make him pay great attention.

As far as he knew, the Japanese sent envoys of Tang Dynasty to draw good things into their own country, including laws, castings, clothing, languages... countless.

Even Japan, more than 1,400 years later, could not get rid of the influence of the prosperous Tang Dynasty on them.

For example, a Japanese knife that is very similar to a horizontal knife, such as kneeling, and text...

By the way, before kneeling down and passing it into Japan, how did the Japanese discuss matters when they went to court?

Could it be that the Emperor and his ministers squatted in a circle?

What if you squat out of shit?

It feels quite funny to think about it.

...

At the night banquet in the palace, the reputation of Du's wine was rumored to be very popular.

On that day, I don’t know how many old guys were carried back by the people of the house. When I woke up the next day, I was so excited that I couldn’t help but sigh. I was once unable to make water. After drinking the Du family’s fine wine, the other wine could not be eaten.

However, when they sent someone to Du's house to inquire about "Xifenglie", they were told that the wine produced very little and that in order to ensure the royal family's expenses, it is impossible to supply it to the outside world.

On this day, Du Family Hall.

Four or five playboys gathered together and blocked Du He at home... "forced the palace".

"Erlang, you will be pitiful brother, I have made some 7 or 8 jars of Xifeng Lie. If I don't take the wine back today, I will be kicked out of the house." Tang Heshang had a bitter face, and he looked like if you didn't give me wine, so I would be in your usual style.

"Go and go, go there." Changsun Chong pushed Tang He away and shouted pitifully to Du He: "Second brother, can I call you second brother or not? I am not as shameless as Tanghe. I only have five jars, only five jars. As long as you bring me five jars of wine, I will be my second brother for my Changsun Chong in my life."

"Get out of the way, let's go out of the way, what do you look like? You still have the face to call yourself a noble young man." Cheng Chumo carried everyone away with his arms and said with a saliva: "Erlang, my good Erlang, we won't want Xifenglie for nothing. How much does it cost to talk? I, Old Cheng, can you buy it with the money?!"

"Yes, one jar of three hundred liters, three jars are one jar." Du He stared at Cheng Chumo's furry black face and said firmly.

"No problem!" Cheng Chumo was overjoyed, turned to his head and shouted to the attendants outside the hall, "Go back and get a hundred guan. Three hundred altars of Xifenglie are ours, hahahahaha..."

It seems, something is wrong.

Half laughed, and in the eyes of the playboys around him, Cheng Chumo reacted, scratched his head and stared, "No, Du Erlang, aren't you cheating people!"

"I didn't cheat you. I'm just telling you that there are very few wines now, and the more you buy, the more expensive it is." Du He said slowly: "After all, I'm taking out wine now, and it's a risk. If I can't complete the 2,000 kilograms of tribute in the palace by the end of the year, it's a serious crime to behead me. You can't let me take such a big risk, but there's no benefit at all, right?"

It seems to make some sense.

A 300-literate essay in one jar, three sacred essays are the same. People who don’t know will think I’m like a fool, okay?

Cheng Chumo was so depressed that he was about to cry. He wanted to take back his previous words, but he felt a little embarrassed.

It was a noisy here, and a voice suddenly came from outside the hall: "It's so lively! It seems that it's time for me to come."

Li Chengqian?

Why did he come?

The playboys looked at each other and finally realized it for a while and went forward to salute: "I have seen His Highness the Crown Prince."

"It's free." Li Chengqian waved his hand carelessly and said with a smile: "Today, I will leave the palace in a secluded manner, regardless of the monarch and minister."

"No!" The playboys stood up in response, and the scene returned to the previous lively.

It is not good to say that the founding generation and the second generation are too familiar with each other and it is difficult to start.

Li Shimin and his ministers were stirring horses and spoons in the same pot, and Qin Qiong, Yuchi Jingde, Li Jing, and Li Ji almost all had experience in rescuing the car.

Although Li Chengqian is the crown prince, you dare to be arrogant after facing the heroes and heroes who have saved the heroes?

A ungrateful hat was put off. Although he could not strip him of the prince's skin, it was not a big problem to be confined to three or five months.

After the greetings, he dispersed from the playboy and did what he should do. Du He and Li Chengqian each sat down and tried to ask, "Your Highness came in contemporary clothes, but what's the matter with me?"

Li Chengqian smiled: "Why should Erlang be so polite? I have said a long time ago that you and I can just call each other brothers in private. Forget it, I won't talk about this for the time being. Erlang, I have been thinking about a problem these days..."

What's the problem?

Du He waited for a long time, but he didn't see Li Chengqian speak, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Your Highness, I don't know what the problem is."

"Wreak!" Li Chengqian's fist and palms hit each other, with a regretful expression: "There are no wounded, even if we get all the medicine out, how can we prove the effect of debridement and suture?"
To be continued...