Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 189
As night falls, the bright stars in the sky form a dipper, like a spoon.

The busy half-day workshop turned quiet, the craftsmen had already returned home, and several knife-wielding servants pulled out their alert black dogs to patrol the courtyard.

Under the eaves of the wooden eaves, the paper lanterns are swayed by the breeze.In the open door illuminated by the warm yellow light, two figures were sitting on one side of the desk, half reclining on the seat, lifting cups from time to time and clinking glasses.

"Brother Li, the matter of the workshop's coal stove is on the right track, do you have a direction now?"

"A salted fish lives without desires or desires. Winter comes to add clothes, and spring comes for outings. Isn't life like this?"

The candlelight at the corner of the desk was blown by the breeze pouring in, and the jumping flames reflected the smiling face of the young man who asked the question.As if such an answer was expected, Cheng Chumo took a sip, raised his drunken eyes, and looked across.

"Sometimes I really envy a strange person like you, carefree and carefree."

There was a pause in the words, and seeing the warm smile on the face of the opposite figure, he changed the subject.

"Now that the Western Expedition is imminent, His Majesty has asked you to be included in the Western Expedition team. Could it be that you don't have much thought?"

Cheng Chu kept silent, it seemed that Li Xian had almost forgotten about this matter in his carefree life these days.

Looking away from the pure night reflected in the opened door, Li Xian pondered for a moment.

"Western Expedition, for you, it's a place where you risk your life for glory, but I just want to be at ease. It's best not to step out of the Chinese army's tent, which is perfect."

"Father has scars all over his body, and he has sharp eyes on the battlefield. His Majesty insisted that I go, but it was superfluous. I, Li Xian, are actually dispensable."

Hearing the unchanging words, Cheng Chumo sometimes doubted whether Li Xian was actually an old man in his twilight years, and he did not have the vigor and fighting spirit that young people should have.

Shaking the cup in his hand casually, Cheng Chumo changed the subject.

"Brother Li is resourceful, I, Cheng Chumo, dare not speculate."

"The road to the west is far away, and the terrain is quite high, which is different from the Central Plains. Brother Li has never traveled far, so he should be more prepared."

Seeing that Li Xian didn't answer, Cheng Chumo continued.

"For example, brother Li should sharpen his sword. After all, he is going to run on the battlefield. Some preparations are good."

"Another example is to bring some dry food. Most of the food in Tuyuhun is cattle and sheep, and the smell is very strong. I'm afraid Brother Li won't be used to it. Also, going there will be somewhat uncomfortable. According to the method of the ancestors , bring a pinch of soil in my hometown, and after drinking it, it will slightly relieve the discomfort."

The rambling words rang in his ears, Li Xian's heart warmed up, he turned his head to look at the figure who was counting carefully with his fingers, and said with a smile.

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, but it's just a military adviser sitting in a big tent. It doesn't need to charge into the battle, and it doesn't need to go into battle to kill the enemy."

"Hurry up tomorrow and see the progress of the cotton-padded clothes in the workshop. This is a must-have item for the Western Expedition."

"Those white stacks are brought in. It must be no problem to make a hundred or so pieces. Keeping warm and cold is a must for the Western Expedition."

"You...you just bring some of this?"

Cheng Chumo was shocked by this idea of ​​interest, and looked over with a look of surprise.

"It's important to keep things warm, but after all, you're going to war, so how many clothes do you bring? Is this going to be an outing?"

Li Xian waved his hand, denying Cheng Chumo's idea.

"Clothes are not enough. You have to bring two jugs of shochu. Drinking a sip in the ice and snow will keep your whole body warm."

Not noticing Cheng Chumo's gradually widening eyes, Li Xian squeezed the cup to his lips and compared them on his own.

"Although there are many types of wine in this Tang Dynasty, it is less strong after all, and it is not as refreshing as rice wine."

"Let's talk about this fermented rice. Put green onion, ginger, and peppercorns on it. Isn't that what you put in when cooking? It's so spicy, how do you drink it?"

"Also, the brewed tea is actually the same principle. It must be clear in color and mellow in taste...why? What do you mean by looking at me like that?"

In the middle of speaking, Li Xian suddenly saw a magnified face, and then reached out to put his hand on his forehead, with a strange expression on his face.

Cheng Chu touched it silently for a moment, a trace of doubt appeared on his bronze face, and he frowned.

"It's not burning...why are you talking nonsense?"

Pushing away the suspicious figure, Li Xianbai glanced at Cheng Chumo, and put down the wine cup casually.

"What nonsense?"

"The land of the Western Expedition is thousands of miles away, and the further to the west, the more desolate, not to mention the yellow sand everywhere, and it is extremely difficult to see green plants."

"Except for the boring horseback riding, there is nothing enjoyable in the march. If you don't have some fun, is it possible to just live like this?"

Sitting down again, Cheng Chumo let out a long sigh.

"Others are sharpening their guns and wiping their swords, for fear that the sword is too blunt to chop off a few heads, but you seem to be visiting relatives and friends..."

Lifting the teacup and pouring a cup, he smiled.

"Tuyuhun is a small place, with my father sitting in the town, it's like picking something out of a bag, so why should I worry?"

"Come on, let's talk about this wine, do you have an idea?"

People in the Tang Dynasty were fond of wine, and that was not just talk. The sons of literati sang about wine, recited poems and painted paintings.As a warrior, eating meat and drinking in large bowls, he is so proud that he even drinks a bowl of Zhuangxing wine when he goes out to fight.

Cheng Chumo is originally a general of the clan. How can there be any words that he doesn't like?

Thinking that Xizheng was originally a matter of gaining meritorious service, he simply followed Li Xian for a while, poured half a cup of wine in the cup, and patted the table.

"Brother Li, let's talk about it, what's wrong."

"Wine making is a complicated process, but in fact it's just two stages, one is cooking and the other is condensation. As for brewing, the key lies in fermentation..."

Seeing the figure talking to himself, Cheng Chumo frowned, not knowing what Li Xian was pretending to be all day, as if these novel things couldn't bother him at all.

"First we need to expand a workshop, and then we need to create a big pot, which must be big enough..."

"This...it seems that I am powerless."

"A barrel, a barrel that can be covered on a large pot, so that there is enough space for distillation, and some hollow new bamboos are needed..."

"You are embarrassing others, but a carpenter can be found."

Glancing at these square desks, an idea suddenly popped up in Li Xian's mind.

The brewed fermented glutinous rice must at least have a good table and chairs, at least if it is made comfortably and rests comfortably, the wine will have a charm when drunk.

"More chairs, tea tables, bookcases, um... It would be best to have a round table, the Eight Immortals table is also fine..."

Cheng Chumo fumbled out a dry brush from nowhere, dipped some tea in it and recorded on a tattered white cloth, brushed down a few strokes, and raised his head.

"Brother Li, is this related to the wine we brew?"

"Why do I feel that these things are useless?"

Li Xian, who was immersed in the idea of ​​the furniture in the workshop, suddenly realized that he seemed to have gone off topic at this moment... He frowned.

"Hey! Let's do it! Let's make great wine, and still care about this little money?"

The breeze swayed the lantern in front of the door, and the murmur continued...

(End of this chapter)