A scholar of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Seeing what Sun Simiao was looking at, Gu Qing also stepped forward to see if this is not the prescription he wrote for Li Tai?Why are you back again.

"Is there something wrong with Master?" Gu Qing asked. Sun Simiao is more authoritative in things like curing diseases, and he only knows some common knowledge.

"You..." Sun Simiao looked left and right, "Your prescription is not wrong, no matter how you eat it, you won't have any problems with it. Can't your word be better, disciple?"

"Heh, I haven't written well in more than 20 years." Gu Qing said.

"It's been more than 20 years since I was in my teens. When I picked you up, you knew even the words." Sun Simiao looked like he hated iron for not being strong. His apprentice, Zheng Sheng, who was famous recently, finally caught a chance to reprimand him, and suddenly felt I feel much better.

After being scolded by Sun Simiao, the three masters and apprentices had a meal. Today there was fried shredded pork with pickled vegetables. Wu Mei ate very happily, and Gu Qing's cooking skills were excellent.

After the meal, Wu Mei held the baby warmer with a disappointed expression on her face, "Why isn't this thing hot anymore?"

"This thing is a one-time thing, and it's useless once it's heated." Gu Qing said as he packed his bed and prepared to go to bed.

Wu Mei kept it carefully, Gu Qing glanced sideways and saw a pile of candy, "You haven't kept it yet."

"I'm not willing to eat it." Wu Mei smiled and recalled: "I kept it on my body before, and some of it became soft and turned into juice."

Thinking of the past, Gu Qing's heart warmed up, "Don't eat it now, it will be ruined! Eating it will make you sick to your stomach."

Wu Mei lay on the bed showing a small head, "Did King Wei rush to find you this morning, did something happen?"

Gu Qing was also lying on his bed, thinking about it and said: "I went to treat his mother's illness, but I didn't get a penny. I knew it would be a pity if I knew it would be a golden thread! It's a pity that the resignation has been settled. "

"The fat monk came here today." Wu Mei said in a low voice, "It is said that there are other eyes near our Taoist temple, and they seem to be arranged by the palace. Gu Qing, did we offend someone?"

"People from the royal family, the second child of the Li family is still staring at that matter." Gu Qing continued, "Go to sleep, they don't dare to do anything, I'm here."

Hearing these words, Wu Mei obediently closed her eyes.

There are other eyes nearby, Gu Qing was thinking about asking the monk tomorrow, the cold night wind passed through this quiet small Taoist temple, Gu Qing slept until dawn.

hot pot!brewing!The plan to make a fortune is just around the corner.

Chapter 45 The Brewing Situation ([-])

Cheng Chumo, Cheng Chumo is very busy. As the eldest son of the family, it's time to make a face to the family. Looking at the pile of things in front of him, "Gu Qing uses these trivial things?"

"Yes." The servant of the mansion said, "Someone in the villain's family has been in the brewing business. These things look novel, but they should be used for brewing. I just don't understand why they don't use grain to make wine, but directly use wine to make wine."

Cheng Chumo watched the servants at home busy with work, and several jars of wine were boiled like this.

"Where's the old man's wine!" Cheng Yaojin waved a Xuanhua axe and looked around the house, "The brat's house has been broken into! The old man's wine has been stolen, which bastard is so bold, I am in someone's house." Dare to steal all the wine!"

Seeing that Cheng Chumo was about to leave, Cheng Yaojin sniffed his nose vigorously and saw several jugs of very familiar wine, which were still boiling in the cauldron, "Wine..."

Cheng Chumo let go of his feet and ran quickly. When the Great Demon King is showing his power, life is always the most important thing. Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air, and the Xuanhua ax whizzed past, smashing into the wall in an instant.

The huge ax was shining with silver light in front of his eyes, Cheng Chumo looked at the big ax blocking his way, and swallowed hard, "It's over, master, I'll let it go..."

"Bastard boy! Come here, old man." Cheng Yaojin shouted.

"I won't go!" Cheng Chumo stood on the spot and didn't dare to move.

"Come here, the old man will never beat you!" Cheng Yaojin waved.

Cheng Chumo hesitated, "Really?"

"Really!" Cheng Yaojin nodded.

Moving carefully, Cheng Chumo came to his father, "Father, I actually..."

"Stinky boy, how dare you harm the old man's wine!" Cheng Yaojin picked up his son with one hand.

"Father, listen to my son." Seeing that the situation was not good, Cheng Chumo wanted to reason, but saw a cane coming towards him.

"what!"

"oops……"

"Mom..."

The demon king's godson lasted for more than half an hour. Cheng Chumo knelt in front of his father with a bruised nose and a swollen face, talking about the ins and outs, "Father, didn't you ask me to learn more from Gu Qing's cleverness?"

"So, you are going to harm the old man's wine?" Cheng Yaojin picked up the remaining wine and took a sip.

"Father!" His face was bruised and purple, and Cheng Chumo twitched his mouth in pain, "Gu Qing is also making wine, this thing must be complicated when you think about it, so this must be a good recipe."

"So you ruined the old man's wine!" Cheng Yaojin became darker and darker.

"So what." Cheng Chumo hurriedly explained, "Gu Qing uses wine to make wine, so the wine must be good wine!"

"Good wine!" Cheng Yaojin's eyes lit up for a while, looking at the novelty of wine making, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, only to see that the wine was continuously evaporated, looking up to the sky sadly, "This old man's wine is wow."

Small Taoist Temple

Gu Qing is very hot here, sweating profusely in front of the wine pot on a cold day, this feeling is the same as going to a sauna, after wiping off the sweat, rubbing the head of the cloth vigorously with cold water, putting the cold cloth on the The condensing tube helps the evaporated wine to condense into high-purity wine again.

Wu Mei struggled to carry a small jar of spirits.

"Wu Mei, you go out, I can do it here alone." Gu Qing said.

Just as he was talking, he heard angry curses coming from the door, and the door was kicked open, and it was Cheng Chumo, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, who came in with a murderous look.

"Brother Chu Mo, why are you here?" Gu Qing looked at the other party's confused face, and couldn't help wondering when he saw his bruised nose and swollen face, "What's wrong with your face?"

"I fell on the road." Cheng Chu was silent.

"It's so unique to be able to slam your face, it's the only one I've ever seen in my life." Gu Qing obviously didn't believe it.

Seeing the guests coming, Wu Mei took small steps to leave, Cheng Chumo sat beside Gu Qing, looking at the huge boiler, "My father beat you up, so I want to beat you up now."

"Why!" Gu Qing looked at Cheng Chumo's whole body.

"It's all up to you!" Cheng Chumo gritted his teeth and said.

"Why!" Gu Qing shook his fan vigorously, "Your father beat you, what does it have to do with me! I still want to argue with you!"

"Reason? Ha!" Cheng Chumo sneered, "Reason never works in my Cheng family."

"So you still want to beat me up?" Gu Qing took a few steps back.

"Forget it, I have no reason." Cheng Chu sighed silently, "You say you, what are you doing when you have nothing to do?"

"I've just brewed some good wine, you have a taste." Gu Qing picked up a cloth on the side and wiped his sweat, then rubbed a handful of cold water and hung the cloth on the condenser.

"Why did you put all these cloth heads on the pipe?" Cheng Chumo was curious.