In fact, it was not just Tang Lin who would ask such a question.
Even Qi Yue, the best swordsman in the world, had already been in a rock-solid state of mind, but at this moment, the waves were crashing on the shore.
Although she knew that sorghum rice could not make good wine, she did not think that Chen Changfeng's approach was completely unfeasible like Tang Lin.
At least this wine can be brewed.
But Qi Yue never thought that this fermented sorghum rice wine would be even more aromatic than the Liusha wine she had smelled in Liusha before.
This is simply unreasonable!
In the quicksand, both Gui Gu and Zhang Liang were top-notch geniuses. There was something that neither of them could do. How could Chen Changfeng do it?
Is Chen Changfeng more talented than his master and senior brother?
impossible!
"Sir, this is true." One of the craftsmen who had stayed here for two days spoke up. Although his expressions were equally astonishing, they were not as exaggerated as Tang Lin.
After hearing the craftsman's affirmation, Tang Lin finally opened his mouth.
There was a look of astonishment on his face, I don't know if it was because of shock, or just because he wanted to take another sip of this wonderful wine aroma.
…
The emperor came out of the examination room for inspection.
Although it was the first imperial examination of the Ming Empire, everything was arranged in an orderly manner.
At least the emperor himself was satisfied.
As he prepared to return to the palace, the emperor's eyes fell on the East Palace in the distance.
The emperor recalled Chen Changfeng's use of sorghum rice to make wine, and Chen Changfeng's promise to give him a new method of making wine.
Although the emperor still felt that Chen Changfeng was talking nonsense, there had been no news from Chen Changfeng in the past seven days, which made the emperor very curious.
The emperor also wanted to know what the little brat Chen Changfeng was doing in the East Palace.
"Show off in the East Palace!" the emperor ordered.
Liu Xi instantly realized what the emperor was thinking and quickly changed direction and headed towards the East Palace.
From a distance, the emperor sitting in the royal chariot smelled the strong aroma of wine.
"Well?"
"How can such a wine smell exist in the world?" The emperor's eyes flashed with surprise.
The royal chariot stopped and the emperor stood outside the wall of the East Palace. The rich aroma of wine made him inhale sharply.
"Liu Xi, didn't you say that the prince used sorghum rice to make wine?"
"But this wine smells good?" The emperor looked at Liu Xi with burning eyes.
Liu Xi was also stunned.
According to people all over the world, it is impossible for fermented sorghum rice to have such a wine aroma.
Even other raw materials should not have such a fragrance.
Could it be that the prince found another ingredient for brewing wine?
"Your Majesty, the information I got from this old slave is indeed that the prince used sorghum rice to make wine. Perhaps the prince later chose other raw materials..."
"Other raw materials, what raw materials can have such a strange aroma?" The emperor was a little annoyed, and took another deep breath of air, only to feel that the aroma of wine filled his entire head.
"Let's go in and take a look." The emperor shook his head violently, controlled the urge to take another sip of the wine, and stepped into the East Palace.
…
"Lao Zhang, is this fermentation any different from our previous brewing?" Tang Lin couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked about the brewing craftsman he brought before.
Tang Lin wanted to ask Chen Changfeng himself, but thinking about how dissatisfied he was with Chen Changfeng before, he couldn't lower his head now.
However, the craftsman Lao Zhang did not immediately return to Tang Lin's words, but looked at Chen Changfeng for help.
Obviously the craftsman Lao Zhang wanted to know if Chen Changfeng would allow him to say this.
Seeing Lao Zhang like this, Tang Lin felt even more unbelievable.
Lao Zhang is an old brewing craftsman. Although he is not as good as a brewing master like Di Xi, what makes him respect Chen Changfeng so much is definitely not Chen Changfeng's status as a prince.
The only possibility is that Chen Changfeng's fermentation method greatly admired Lao Zhang.
Chen Changfeng nodded slightly and motioned for Lao Zhang to explain.
"Sir, we made a fatal mistake in brewing wine before, that is, we were afraid that the fermentation temperature would not be enough, but this is extremely wrong."
"The optimal temperature for fermentation of koji is different from the temperature at which we cook rice, and it is much lower. If the temperature is too high, the koji will be cooked directly, and some may even be burnt, and the aroma will naturally be insufficient."
"Sorghum rice is easy to ripen. If sorghum rice is fermented at the same temperature as other koji, the bitter taste will be even stronger. That's why there are rumors that sorghum rice cannot make wine."
"But today the young master also saw this sorghum rice..." At this point, Lao Zhang slowly shook his head and did not continue.
All of them thought that sorghum rice could not make wine because of its own limitations. How could they have thought that it was their lack of skills that made them self-righteous.
But Chen Changfeng, the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, was able to spot the problem.
If it can maintain such a fragrant aroma, Lao Zhang believes that the best wine in the world will definitely be produced by the sorghum koji in front of them.
"That is to say..."
"In other words, this sorghum rice can really make fine wine?" Before Tang Li could finish her words, the emperor had already walked in with Liu Xi.
With a spring breeze on his face, the emperor stood next to barrels of fermented koji and took a deep breath of the rich aroma of wine.
The emperor secretly said that he was surprised that he had drunk so many fine wines in the world, even several jars of Liusha Niang, but there was really no fragrance of any fine wine that could compare with what he saw in front of him.
If this wine can really be brewed, the new brewing method that Chen Changfeng mentioned before will really work.
By then, the fiscal revenue of the Ming Empire will definitely rise sharply.
The emperor's appearance surprised everyone.
Everyone saluted, and the emperor's eyes fell on Chen Changfeng.
"How's it going, boy, are you sure?" The emperor looked at Chen Changfeng expectantly.
Chen Changfeng glanced at the emperor lazily and said slowly: "I am not as sure as my father that he will confine his son and minister for three months in court."
Liu Xi's expression changed at that time.
Good guy, His Highness the Crown Prince is no longer the yin and yang of the emperor, but is pointing directly at the emperor's nose.
Tang Xueer and others also felt their hearts sinking, but they didn't know what to say to resolve this situation.
Qi Yue's big eyes under the bamboo hat flickered, looking at the emperor curiously.
She had heard that the Ming Emperor was very irritable, but she didn't dare to show his teeth in front of the Ming Prince.
Tang Lin's heart was trembling. He now wished he had never appeared here.
Even if it is just one sentence spoken to the emperor, it can still make people sweat all over.
"Then it's not that you made a big mistake. If I don't punish you, how can you convince the public? If you really get this wine out, I can lift your confinement. In addition, I will allow you to add 500 more private troops...
…”
"Two thousand!" Chen Changfeng interrupted the emperor.
The emperor was slightly stunned and stretched out two fingers: "Eight hundred."
"One thousand and nine!" Chen Changfeng said again.
"One thousand, no more."
"One thousand and eighty, I won't do anything less!"
Although he didn't know what it meant to have more private troops, seeing Chen Changfeng suddenly bargaining with the emperor, the emperor became even more angry and his face tightened, his eyes widened, and everyone's hearts became uneasy again.
"One thousand and three, if there are too many officials, they will point their fingers at me and scold me." The emperor pursed his lips tightly and clenched his fists unceremoniously, barely missing Chen Changfeng's head.
Qi Yue looked at the emperor's clenched fists and wondered whether she would help or not if the emperor tried to kill Chen Changfeng later.
If I hit my son, it seems that it is not within my duty to protect him, right?
If the emperor beats Chen Changfeng stupid later, will he be directly liberated?
hey-hey!
"One thousand and five, if you don't agree, I won't make this wine. At worst, you will dethrone my position as crown prince. It just so happens that I am too lazy to argue with them." After Chen Changfeng said this, he went directly in front of the emperor.
Slumped in the chair.
If you don't show off, you're called an upright person.