The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Yan Chengjin ordered people to drag the tiger out of the palace. The ministers who went to court in the morning saw a big insect lying in the courtyard and gathered around him.

The Zhang brothers sat on the tiger and angrily said, "This is a tribute from the palace, and it belongs to us brothers!"

"Brother, this tiger can be sold for at least one hundred taels of silver." Zhang Yanling secretly rejoiced.

Zhou Yu pulled the tiger's tail and said displeased: "Our two families will share it equally!"

"Three noble lords, I want to take this official away, please give way."

Yan Chengjin squeezed in from the crowd and ordered several yamen servants from the Metropolitan Procuratorate to lift the tiger to the door panel.

Qian Tao, the eunuch in charge of Shangshan Supervisor, stamped his feet: "This is to prepare royal meals for His Majesty!"

"My father is frugal and doesn't eat meat. Give it to Lao Gao. I want to see what kind of wine I can make."

Zhu Houzhao spoke, and the Zhang brothers moved away from the tiger.

This guy is very stingy, he is really angry, and his revenge is neither light nor heavy.

Qian Tao hurriedly ran to report Xiao Jing: "Brother Xiao, the big bug asked Yan Chengjin to leave the palace."

"Why didn't you stop it!" Xiao Jing scolded.

"Prince..."

Xiao Jing looked towards the Fengtian Palace. His Majesty was discussing matters with three cabinet ministers. It would be inconvenient to disturb them.

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Liangxiang, Nankang Village.

Three simple wineries were built here using straw sheds, with smoke rising from the cooking pots and the smell of distiller's yeast filling the air.

The people in Fangshan are no better than those in Liangxiang.

It is a particularly poor county in Beizhili. The life of the people is slightly better than that of the refugees, and they rely on the land for food.

After the winery was built, it attracted the surrounding villagers, who could work as factory workers in the winery and earn six points of silver per day.

Wang Bu Sui looked sad and said to Zhang Xian: "Sir, we can't accept any more people!

Although wine is easy to sell, there are few people growing grapes and there is not much wine that can be brewed. It will be sold in the winter and it will be gone. We will have to wait until the following summer, and we will be out of business for more than half a year. You still need to accept people, and then the wages will be paid..."

There are few people growing grapes, and grapes grown in frontier areas are difficult to transport.

The capital can grow as much wine as it can.

In short, there are many constraints in making wine, and it is not as easy to sell as white wine.

It is unrealistic to defeat Qiulubai and Wuzhou Jinhua Liquor of Shanxi merchants and become the number one company in the world.

Zhang Xian regards the people of Nankang as brothers: "Let's arrange it like this first, and I will think of something later."

Wang Busui lamented that he had finally opened up the reputation of Nankang Winery, but the wine was gone.

"Look, it's a big insect!"

In the wine shop, workers came to watch.

Yan Chengjin said to Wang Busui: "This is the tribute tiger sent from the palace to make wine. As for the name of the wine, let me think about it and call it... Qin Hong's Tiger Wine."

"I don't like this name, why don't you use my name?" Zhu Houzhao said unhappily.

You just called it daddy...

In fact, Yan Chengjin’s name has a moral meaning.

Qin Hong's tiger fight was genuine. With this story, tiger wine could be spread throughout the Ming Dynasty. People in the market liked to listen to the story the most, and they had no worries about not selling the wine.

As for Qin Hong... Anyway, there will be no infringement these days.

He dictated it to Wang Busui and asked him to write it down and post it in the streets and alleys of the capital tomorrow.

Wang Busui turned to Zhang Xianle and said, "Master Zhang, please accept him."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the streets and alleys of the capital were abuzz.

Every few hundred steps someone shouted.

Yan Chengjin thought for a long time that tiger wine was mainly used to aphrodisiac.

Therefore, the advertising slogan became...

Qin Hong's tiger-fighting wine is a real man's three bowls.

After the story of the tiger hunt in the palace spread to the public, the storytellers became more and more mysterious.

Some people say that Qin Hong is the reincarnation of the door god, punching tigers and kicking dragons.

Some storytellers say that Qin Hong is Wu Song’s illegitimate son...

There was even a brothel official who took it upon himself to write a biography of Qin Hong on his fight against tigers.

Qin Hong went to court in a sedan chair. As soon as he walked out of the palace, he heard someone shouting and wondered: "Qin Hong's tiger-fighting wine?! Could it be that your majesty sells it?"

He was very happy because the heroic deeds of hunting tigers in the palace spread throughout the world.

In this way, I am afraid that I will become famous in history.

Listening to the vendors shouting all the way, I entered the palace with satisfaction.

Forbidden City, Imperial Palace,

Emperor Hongzhi jogged across the Meridian Gate during his morning exercise.

Xiao Jing and others followed behind. His Majesty's body became stronger and stronger. He actually...

There was a slight feeling of breathing.

Emperor Hongzhi thought of the big insect that the Jurchens paid tribute to, and turned to look at Xiao Jing: "Where's that tiger? I've been eating for the past few days, but I haven't seen any tiger meat."

Xiao Jing had sweat breaking out on his forehead and hesitated: "Let the prince and Yan Chengjin... transport the wine out of the palace."

"Wine wine?"

Emperor Hongzhi opened his mouth slightly, showing a surprised look.

Xiao Jing's heart was like a bucket fetching water, rising and falling, "Yes, Your Majesty, I heard from the factory guard that the streets and alleys of the capital are all hawking, Qin Hong is making tiger wine, three bowls of real man..."

For some reason, Emperor Hongzhi had goosebumps all over his body.

However, the wine made by Yan Chengjin is quite delicious.

"When the wine is ready, ask him to send a pot to the palace for me to taste."

"My slave obeys the order."

Cabinet, value room.

On the way to the court, Xie Qian also heard someone shouting and selling tiger wine.

"Yan Chengjin does know how to do business. How can it be appropriate to sell things in the palace to private traders?"

Li Dongyang nodded slightly: "I read Zhang Xian's notes the day before yesterday and said that a winery was built in Liangxiang.

But placing three hundred people in one person is considered a great achievement. "

Liu Jian pondered for a long time and then said: "I don't know how to give random advice. I wonder if it was the imperial censor from Ningyuan who sent me a memorial. I always feel that Zhang Tianxiang's matter will not be simple..."

"Did Liu Gong want to say that Zhang Tianxiang took credit? But how could he have such courage!" Xie Qian guessed after working together for a long time.

"Pretending to receive military merit is a capital crime. Let's wait until the Metropolitan Procuratorate conducts a thorough investigation."

In the past three days, Yan Chengjin was a little nervous when he entered the palace. If His Majesty asked about the big insect, he would have to pay him money.

But Emperor Hongzhi seemed to have forgotten, and there was no news for a long time.

Wu Kuan came over and said tentatively to Yan Chengjin: "Ningyuan thoroughly investigates Zhang Tianxiang, and you will supervise it?"

Three days have passed, and the imperial envoy to investigate Ningyuan has not yet been decided.

He really couldn't find anyone.

Yan Chengjin advised Yan Chengjin on this matter. After careful consideration, he still felt that it was most appropriate for him to do it.

"When a lower official leaves the capital, he will become acclimatized, ranging from fainting to severe..." It was a bit ominous. Yan Chengjin swallowed the words back and changed the topic: "Order Zheng Qian to go."

Zheng Qian, who was copying books on the side, was panicked and confused: "The student has just entered the Metropolitan Procuratorate not long ago. If he can't be found out, wouldn't he be let down..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Kuan sighed: "It's up to you."

Zheng Qian didn't have much to say, so he immediately got off duty, packed his luggage and headed north.

"Keep it well. We will have a look when we get to Ningyuan. After a thorough investigation, we will return to Beijing. Zhang Tianxiang must not be seen."

Yan Chengjin stuffed a letter into him.

Zheng Qian still didn't know that Zhang Tianxiang was really taking credit. He couldn't say that he was a time traveler and had already seen through everything.

If Zhang Tianxiang knew that the court wanted to conduct a thorough investigation, he would definitely not let Zheng Qian come back alive.

Zheng Qianwei asked: "Sir, if Zhang Tianxiang doesn't know about it, how can I investigate the case?"

"It's all in the letter."

Yan Chengjin urged him to get on the road quickly.

When I was off duty, I walked through the alley of the Metropolitan Procuratorate and saw Mou Bin walking around anxiously as if he was holding back his urine.

After seeing him coming over, Mou Bin smiled and said, "My dear nephew, Uncle Shi heard that you used Doctor Wang's family secret recipe to make tiger wine?"

The advertisement to the palace ministers was like this. The palace ministers trusted Wang Ji's medical skills.

Wang Ji is the second chief engineer of the Liangxiang Chamber of Commerce, and it is natural for him to contribute to the chamber of commerce.

And just borrowing a little bit of his reputation.

"Yes, this wine is called Qin Hong's Tiger Fighting Wine."

Yan Chengjin remembered that Mou Bin was injured at work and had the root cause of his illness, while Xiao Jing did not have this problem.

Mou Bin rubbed his hands and said, "I have neglected my nephew these days. Uncle Shi also wants tiger wine..."

"Of course, my nephew has a condition. If Uncle Shi agrees, he will not accept any money and will supply the goods for a long time."

"Long-term, long-term supply?!" Mou Bin stuttered a bit when he spoke.

However, he soon returned to his normal expression, "My dear nephew, please tell me first, it is harmful to nature, and it is a waste of people and money. Even my uncle..."

"My nephew wants to see Qiao Xinyuan."