I conquered the empire with wine [Live]

"The prosperity of wine comes from the emperor. Or Yun Yi Di, one is called Du Kang. If you don't drink, you can't finish it..."

The young man on the podium talked eloquently, and everyone couldn't understand, but they couldn't cover up the beauty of the words.The first class does not teach, but first introduces the back of rice wine, starting from Dukang, talking about Yidi wine making, and then to ape Tibetan brewing. They understand all these. Su Shaobai was broadcasting live before He only mentions it occasionally and does not go into details. After this time, through his description, everyone seems to have seen? In ancient times, how fine wines and fine wines were produced from the hands of wise ancestors.

Dreams, accidents, and accidents seem unbelievable, but everything is a matter of course. This is how it appears, adding the most wonderful gold paste and jade liquid to the world.

A class lasted forty minutes. After listening to it, everyone was still unsatisfied, but when the end of the class was approaching, everyone realized that they didn't seem to be doing anything other than listening to stories in this class!

The students at the scene were quiet, and there were a lot of people in the live broadcast room, so someone raised this question and felt that these stories were okay? Needless to say, it was a waste of class time.

Su Shaobai smiled, and said: "There is a rule in China. Whenever wine is brewed, the winemaking workshop, that is, our winery, must worship the emperor, Yidi, and Du Kang. Do you know why?"

The students at the scene frowned and thought, the audience in the live broadcast room was straightforward, thinking that the ancients were ignorant or superstitious.

"Wrong," Su Shaobai said with a serious expression, "There are two aspects. One is to be grateful for the gifts of the ancestors. The other is out of the awe of heaven and earth. Is this a superstition? No. Wine distribution? Four seasons, spring and summer In autumn and winter, the temperature in each season is different, and the taste of the brewed wine is also different. The weather in each season determines the success or failure of the wine... What the winemaker brews is not a commodity, but art or emotion..."

Whether it is the students at the scene or the audience in the live broadcast room, the more you listen, the more fascinated you become. For the ancients, when there were no machines, temperature control equipment, thermometers and other high-tech assistance, they could still brew? I feel admiration, and even more sincere admiration for the dedication of the ancients to wine making.

The little professor said that the ancients did not rest for several days and nights in order to observe the fermentation of wine materials.

The little professor said that in order to obtain the best water, the ancients carried it on their shoulders for more than ten miles.

The little professor said a lot, and the winemakers present also reflected a lot. Why can't they brew better wine with the help of machines?Have you forgotten? The original intention of loving wine is to only pursue grades, sales, and the taste of the audience?No, it's more that they are lazy? They have the assistance of? machines and leave everything to? machines...

This class was a success, especially when someone later asked about the meaning of this class.

We need to know, where do we come from, what do we winemakers inherit?What is our original intention?What will we be burdened with? Moving forward, what is the result we want?

"Everyone go back and think about it carefully, and give me a copy of your feelings in the next class." Su Shaobai said, and he felt like laughing a little. He remembered that when he was studying, the teacher asked him to write a review. Thinking that one day I will do homework like this, "The next class is tomorrow afternoon, everyone remember to come! Class is over!"

A student asked: "Professor, don't you think eight classes a week is too little? There is only one class today."

Su Shaobai: "I also have to attend classes, so? The course needs to be coordinated with my class. This is the case for the time being. When my teaching assistant? Time schedule? There will be a few more classes, and the teacher will also be arranged to give lectures at that time."

The audience in the live broadcast room and the students on the scene are boiling? And there are teaching assistants? Ah!

"Who? Who is it?"

"Who do you want to come?"

Su Shaobai knew that some of Shi Shixing's masters also started Xingbo, and there are many fans.

As soon as the students heard it, they wanted to roll their names, so they chattered, Gu Ruoyun's name was mentioned a lot, Su Shaobai responded with a smile, and told everyone to leave get out of class quickly, his feet hurt from standing, and he wanted to go back?

Class monitor: "Little professor? Professor, there is still plenty of time between today and tomorrow. Can you review other things in advance?"

Su Shaobai: "If you think you have enough time to write your thoughts, you can? How about previewing in advance? Soak and steam rice."

"Steamed rice?"

"Yes, let's not talk about whether it is steamed well or not. If you want to steam it, first of all, you need to know what kind of thing steaming is. You can watch it in the video in my live broadcast room. I will teach you this in the next class."

"Little professor, what is your class this afternoon?"

"How to learn? Drive? Mecha."

There were exclamations and laments on the scene one after another. Some people were happy about their mech class, some didn't enroll, and some people had already graduated. They couldn't go back to learn how to start mecha.On the other hand, the students from the Mech Operation Department raised their hands, wanting to teach? What about Su Shaobai? Open? Mecha.

The corner of Su Shaobai's mouth twitched, and he refused.

After the first class, Su Shaobai thought it was okay, but his mouth was dry and his throat was sore. Did he talk too much? His head was still a little dizzy, and the students wanted to pester Su Shaobai to talk, even because Su Shaobai Announcing that class is over, everyone gathered around and came up.

Student: "Professor, when will you broadcast live wine making in the future?"

"Professor, what kind of wine will be brewed later?"

Su Shaobai: "Professor? Why do you want to add a small word in front of the professor?"

Student: "Because you are younger than us!"

Su Shaobai: "..."

"get out of class is over, can I take it away?"

Amidst the noisy voices, a deep, laughing voice sounded, and everyone turned their heads, gasped, oh shit, Your Majesty.

There are 70 to [-] remaining students, one or two eyeballs are rolling on the two of them, as if being scratched by a cat in their hearts, and want to ask what is the situation?Are you together??

It's a pity that everyone was still timid about Zongzheng Shun, so they could only watch their professor being taken away, and when the two left, everyone became lively.

Zongzheng Shun came to pick Su Shaobai back for dinner, and he arrived more than ten minutes ago. Standing outside the classroom, looking at the children who were talking freely, Zongzheng felt inexplicably at ease.It seems that this time and space has left this person behind?

The two of them didn't have dinner at school, but went to "Biyun Pavilion". On the way, Su Shaobai found out that Major General Wen Sen was going back to the front line? He had agreed to invite him to dinner before, but unexpectedly, accidents happened one after another after the Chinese New Year. , this delay, until now.

Major General Wen Sen paid the bill, and Zong Zhengshun ordered the dishes that Su Shaobai liked. During the dinner, Major General Wen Sen asked Su Shaobai if he was interested in going The front line, being glanced at by the emperor, shut up instantly.The frontline headquarters is still safe. When he came back this time, many soldiers said they wanted to see His Royal Highness. After all, they didn't know anything about being on the front line. They didn't come back until then, but judging by His Majesty's appearance, they probably wouldn't take His Highness there. .

Have you finished the meal? In about an hour and a half, Major General Wen Sen went directly to the military headquarters and returned to the front two days later. The three said goodbye at the airport.

"Leave in two days? Shi Shixing has a batch of wine. I'll ask Brother Gu to bring it over, and then you can take it with you!" Su Shaobai felt a little pity, he was brewing medicinal wine recently, if it's on the 25th? Go?, or can? take? a batch of medicinal wine!

"Then thank you, Your Highness?" Wen Sen didn't expect that there would be such benefits. He fought desperately on the front line, and it felt good to be remembered. After thinking about it? Thinking about it, Wen Sen still couldn't help looking at the emperor, and asked: "Your Majesty, although your Highness is not yet an adult, you can? Get engaged first. What? When can I drink your engagement wine?"

Zong Zhengshun didn't expect Wen Sen to ask this question. He never liked other people's interference, but he asked the frontline soldiers to put the name on the child first. Wen Sen's original intention was also for the child's benefit, and Zong Zhengshun was not displeased. , instead smiled and looked at the child: "I have to ask the baby about this, huh?"

Su Shaobai's face is hot. He really didn't expect the engagement. They just confirmed their relationship. This is also the first time Su Shaobai has a relationship with someone. Because His Majesty is busy, Su Shaobai is also busy, except? The two will sleep at night Together, let’s talk about the day’s events. He hasn’t felt the sour smell from other people’s mouth yet? Since the so-called sour smell of love, and getting engaged…

Su Shaobai is silent? He has a feeling that if he is engaged, he will not be able to go back.

And he, can he go back?

Zong Zhengshun, who had been smiling and waiting for Su Shaobai's answer, saw him turn from blushing to dazed, and his heart tightened.

"It's still early!" Zong Zhengshun reached out and held Su Shaobai's hand tightly, as if he wanted to hold something.The smile on his face also withdrew, and he said lightly: "Don't worry, at least wait until my illness is cured, let alone the child is still young."

Major General Wen Sen saw that the atmosphere between the two was not right, so he knew that he had asked? He should not have asked, secretly regretted, straightened his military cap, and answered "yes" repeatedly.

After Wen Sen left, the two returned to the palace to take a nap, Su Shaobai went to bed, and Zong Zhengshun took care of official duties.In the afternoon, Su Shaobai had class, Zong Zhengshun sent him to the school gate and then left. Su Shaobai looked at his back, opened his mouth several times, and finally said nothing.

Su Shaobai's class in the afternoon is at three o'clock, and today is a theoretical class. The uniforms of the students in the Military Department of the Royal Military Academy are also black military uniforms, but different from the teacher's, the students' school uniforms do not have epaulets, and the styles are also different.It wasn't too early for Su Shaobai, the inside was already full of people, Tang Xinghe was sitting in the most conspicuous position, waving at him vigorously.

As soon as Tang Xinghe made a move, other people also saw it, and the quiet classroom became lively instantly, everyone greeted Su Shaobai one after another, and those who had a seat invited him to sit, while those who didn't have a seat around them The person pushed away, hard to make room for.

Su Shaobai waved to everyone and sat down in Tang Xinghe's place, and there was a burst of disappointment in the classroom.

The theory class, as the name suggests, is just a paper talk. First, we will introduce the origin of mechas, and then we will talk about the structure of ordinary mechas. When there was no response, His Majesty withdrew his smile, his heart was like a knife blade, the pain was severe, and his face became uneasy.

"What's wrong?" Tang Xinghe found out that something was wrong with Su Shaobai, and asked in a low voice.

"Nothing?" Su Shaobai clasped his chest on the table, exhaled lightly, trying to relax himself.

Seeing that Su Shaobai refused to speak, Tang Xinghe didn't want to say anything anymore? Pressing him, after much deliberation, she still felt that it must have something to do with His Majesty.