A few days later, the boxing score was completed. Qin Mubai took it and dedicated it to his father.
Qin Shubao took the boxing book and flipped through two pages casually. He frowned and looked at Qin Mubai with a stern look: "You wrote this?!"
"yes."
Qin Shubao took a deep breath, covered his head and thought for a long time, then waved his hand: "Just step back."
"My child, please leave."
Watching his son walk out of the room and close the door, the hesitation on Qin Shubao's face became more intense, and he murmured to himself: It's incredible, after just three years of not seeing each other, I actually don't recognize my son anymore. What about him?
At that time, I practiced such a unique calligraphy style with everyone's style. Could it be that it was also taught by Zhang Sanfeng?... Odd, strange!
Returning to his house across the courtyard, Qin Mubai didn't stop for a moment. He called for a servant in the house and asked him to go outside and hire some skilled blacksmiths and carpenters.
The young master did not dare to disobey the orders, and soon the blacksmiths and carpenters were invited. Qin Mubai gave the craftsmen a drawing and asked them to build a steamer for steaming wine.
If you have never eaten pork, you will eventually see pigs running away. Qin Mubai is not a big expert in wine making, but he has studied chemistry and has some friends who make wine in the 21st century. He is a well-informed person. Design
This is the simplest and most primitive steamer used to distill wine.
The craftsmen didn't understand the purpose of the young master of the Qin family building this steamer, but collecting money and doing things was always their purpose. Within two days, the steamer was ready.
After many experiments, Qin Mubai successfully steamed more than 100 jins of 50-60% spirits using more than 100 jins of white wine. He then asked his mother to invite a famous doctor from Chang'an to prepare a prescription for treating rheumatism, including 21
Tiger bones are rare medicinal materials that cannot be easily obtained in centuries.
Soak the medicinal wine using the hot soaking wine method, and you're done.
Medicinal wine is known to be the most valuable medicine. Qin Shubao is only in his prime when he is only fifty years old. It is only because of too many injuries in his early years, poor Qi and blood, blocked muscles and veins, plus wind, cold and rheumatism that he is now in a sick state. This
The supplementary medicinal wine can be said to be the right medicine for the situation.
Although he dare not say that the medicine can cure his disease, Qin Mubai is sure that it will greatly help his disease.
A few days later.
During this period, Qin Shubaojing became even more "at home" before. Qin Mubai didn't have to greet him in the morning and evening, and he didn't even see Mr. Liu very much. He hid in his room like a seclusion and rarely went out.
Qin Mubai guessed that he was probably studying Tai Chi.
When the medicinal wine was almost ready, Qin Mubai poured out a small cup of wine and personally delivered it to Qin Shubao.
When he arrived at his father's door, Qin Mubai knocked on the door.
"Didn't I tell you not to see anyone? Why bother?" Qin Shubao's voice came from inside.
"Father, my son has something to ask for," Qin Mubai said.
"Is it Sanlang? Come in then!" Obviously, Qin Shubao already treated his third son in a different light.
Pushing open the door and entering, Qin Mubai saw Qin Shubao sitting on the couch, no different from before. Offering medicinal wine on a tray with both hands, he said: "Father, this is the medicinal wine brewed by the child. I come here as a tribute."
"Medicinal wine?" Qin Shubao nodded casually, "Put it down."
"Father, why don't you give it a try? This medicinal wine is different from ordinary medicinal wine... It is brewed using a secret method that my master learned from one of his accomplished senior Taoist friends." Qin Mubai said freely.
"Really?" Qin Shubao raised his eyebrows in surprise, picked up the wine cup and smelled it, and immediately said, "It is indeed very fragrant. As a father, let me try it."
After that, he took a sip.
Instantly his face turned red, his eyes widened with an inexplicable expression of horror, he smacked his lips several times, took deep breaths and coughed several times: "Why is this wine... so strong? Cough!
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"Father, drink slowly!" Qin Mubai hurriedly advised, holding back his laughter and thinking: People in the Tang Dynasty drank wine with more than ten degrees of alcohol at most. Even a bloody man like his father would definitely not be able to adapt to this kind of wine with more than fifty degrees of alcohol.
Liquor!
"Seriously... Taoist fairy wine, fairy wine!" Qin Shubao coughed several times and put down the cup.