March 3, 265 AD, Shangsi Festival.

This festival is to commemorate the birthday of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor. At the same time, this time is also the spring when the temperature rises and everything sprouts. By commemorating the birthday of the Yellow Emperor, everyone went out together, went out, picnic parties, and feasted together.

In ancient times, when entertainment life was extremely scarce, this festival was very valued by people.

On this day, in the northern suburbs of Luoyang, Sima Zhao and his brothers, sons and nephews, a large family, also went out for an outing and a banquet under the service of their respective slaves.

"Brother, please drink this cup to the full!"

"Hahaha, okay, Ziyi has been doing a good job lately. This glass of wine, for my brother! ”

The Ziyi in Sima Zhao's mouth is Sima Yi's youngest son, Sima Lun, who ranks ninth among Sima Zhao's brothers. He was only twenty-three years old this year, younger than his nephew Sima Yan.

Because he is the youngest son, he has been favored by Sima Yi since he was a child. After Sima Yi's death, Sima Shi, Sima Zhao and others were both his elder brother and his father. Therefore, it is also very favored. Since he became a lieutenant last year, his main job has been the warden of Emperor Cao Wei's special prison.

This is a willful and arrogant son. Compared with the former warden of the palace, his fifth brother Sima Ling compared. His attitude towards the current emperor Cao Huan is much simpler and rude. But because of this, Cao Huan, who was originally a little cautious because of the defeat of Yang'an Pass, became honest all of a sudden. Therefore, Sima Zhaocai said that Sima Lun has done a good job recently.

"Thank you, brother, for the compliment. The little brother must have watched that shaft closely. Don't let him think about it at all. ”

"Hahaha, good. Ziyi, drink to win! ”

"Brother wins!"

A large cup of pervasive incense poured into his mouth, and Sima Zhao smacked his lips: "Whew~~~ Is it because I am old and have a delusion?" How can this batch of permeable bottle fragrance feel better than the previous taste? ”

"Father, it's not your feeling alone. The children and others thought so, too. ”

"Yes, brother, the younger brother used to drink too much incense, and he got up the next morning with a terrible headache. The latest batch of permeable bottle incense is still as strong. But the taste improved significantly, and even when I was drunk, I woke up the next morning as if I was fine. ”

(Guan Yi: This is the biggest highlight and selling point of all the liquor on the Chishui River line!) ）

looked at Sima Lun and Sima Yan, who were there praising the new bottle of incense. Sima Zhao only felt a burst of irritability: "An Shi, has it been calculated by Cao Cao?" How much grain did we transport to Xishu last year? ”

"Father, what's wrong with you? Our secret spy who infiltrated Xishu sent the report back last month. Because Si Wencao's counter-espionage work in Xishu has done a great job. So their statistics are very incomplete. But even so, they calculated no less than 1.5 million stones. In general, it should be no less than two million stones. I reported this to you last month. ”

"I'm old for my father, and I don't have a good memory. Hey, in the past, Xishu entered the Kou. The biggest reason for restricting the use of its combat power is the shortage of military rations. But now there is so much food flowing in every year. That Guan Zifeng is a profiteer. For my father, I dare to conclude that at least seventy percent of the food in this has not been used by him. It's all taken and stored. ”

"My father's words are very true. Our secret spy has also reported this. It is said that in the past year or two, the three counties of Hanzhong, Wudu, and Yinping in Xishu have been building large granaries. ”

"Humph! Guan Zifeng is much smarter than that Jiang Wei! But this shaft is also as annoying as Jiang Wei's house, and those who are thinking about it are all in the house! Hey, I really miss Xishu when Fei Wenwei was in power......"

"But uncle, didn't we sign a ten-year contract?" Don't ask, at this time, the one who interjected and said this kind of levelless language must be a simple beautiful boy Sima You.

"Hey, peach charm. Treaties are meant to be torn up. Gently reprimanding his youngest son, Sima Zhao turned to Sima Yan and said, "Then take the test for your father, why didn't your father take it down when he knew that your uncle was transporting grain and grass to Xishu?" You need to know that a grain of grain that we transported today may become an arrow of Xishu tomorrow and shoot our soldiers! ”

"Well......" After thinking quietly for a while, Sima Yan raised his head and replied, "Father, the child thinks there are two main points. First of all, this wine is really good, and we have such a demand. If Uncle Zichu can't provide him with food, then there are many families in Yongliang who are willing to send food to Guan Zifeng. Therefore, instead of giving this money to others, it is better to give it to your uncle. Anyway, it went into the pockets of my Sima family. Second, although Uncle Zichu is indeed not worth mentioning in terms of integrity, he is generally knowledgeable after all. With him, the inventory of Chang'an's grain depot will never fall below the warning line. If it were someone else, such as Shi Zhongrong and the like, I am afraid that the granary would have bottomed out long ago, and finally there would be a fire to cover up the evidence of the crime......"

"Well said!" His son has begun to mature, and Sima Zhao is very happy. I couldn't help but eat another big glass of wine.

"So, what do you think is the fundamental solution to the food outflow?"

"Two. Either we also have the technology to make this kind of fine wine (Guan Yi: It is now recognized by historians that the use of stills for brewing wine was after the Song Dynasty. In a word: the master is in the people, and the people are the driving force behind the development of history, and only in the Song Dynasty, when there are a large number of citizens, will the production technology of eating and drinking be improved in large quantities). Or, we ban alcohol. ”

"Have the winemakers who will be making the camp find the secret?"

"Father's forgiveness, no."

"Hey, those things that Guan Zifeng made up, except for the so-called Yanxi lacquer that later turned out to be indeed the juice of tung oil fruit, which of the other things was successfully copied? Even if it is Yanxi lacquer, it is not because we basically do not produce tung oil and have to import a large number of them. So, what a sin. ”

"The child thanked his father for his understanding. So all we can do is abstain from alcohol. ”

"It's hard! It's something that even a father can't resist. Not to mention the profligate celebrities. If you want to ban alcohol, when do you think it's best to start? ”

"Hehe, I hope I never need to ban alcohol."

Sima Yan's words have two meanings: one is that the grain reserves of the party are sufficient, and the national strength is always strong, so that Guan Yi does not dare to fight at all. The second meaning is: to ban alcohol, it must be after the Wei and Jin Chan dynasties, and the new Jin state can only be banned after the rule of the new Jin State has stabilized. And to the Wei and Jin Chan dynasties, to put it bluntly, the day Sima Zhao hangs up is the time of the Wei and Jin Chan dynasties. Therefore, Sima Yan's fundamental meaning: Father, I wish you eternal health and longevity.

"Hahaha~~~ I have lived for my father for more than fifty years, and I have seen everything. No one who is immortal has ever seen it. So people, after all, we have to face that day. But you're glad to say that, father, come, Yan'er, drink this cup to the fullest. ”

"Father wins."

"Well, drink wins."

The wine glasses used by the Sima family to drink are also produced in Fuling County - bone china cups. Because there is no thermometer to accurately control the temperature of the furnace, the bone china produced in Fuling County now is a slag compared to later generations. But who let the family lead the times conceptually, so since the bone china was listed, the nobles of this era basically use bone china.

In the case of wine glasses, the furnace temperature cannot be precisely controlled. Therefore, what fine and small wine glasses cannot be produced in Fuling County at all. The wine glasses they produce are all large glasses, and according to today's weights and measures, the capacity of a glass is more than 100 grams.

Now, in a short period of time, Sima Zhao has dried three glasses of liquor above 40 degrees in a row. This is a patient with high blood pressure and coronary heart disease.

And as a modern person, everyone knows it. Drinking a large amount of liquor in patients with high blood pressure will stimulate the blood flow in the blood vessels to speed up. And due to long-term high blood pressure, the walls of blood vessels in the human body have hardened and lack elasticity. Unable to adapt to the sudden acceleration of blood flow. When this inability to adapt reaches a critical point, it will ...... Boom~~~ explode.

"Hey, fortunately, Yan'er has grown up rapidly. Even if I die, I can rest easy. However, on Yan'er's father-in-law's side, the power of the Hongnong Yang clan is too strong. I have been deliberately suppressing them when I was there. If I die, the prosperity of the Yang clan will be difficult to stop...... This will lead to a violent conflict with my own old ministers such as Jia Chong, Pei Xiu, Wei Guan and others. The latter two are okay, and they can be regarded as knowledgeable. This Jia Chong...... Should I kill Jia Chong beforehand? ”

"Well, my head hurts. I did drink a little too much just now. Yan'er, help your father go back to rest...... Not good! Why can't I control my tongue? Not good! Why can't I control my right hand? Yes?! I also have no feeling in my right leg! ”

"Father? Father! "Uncle!" "Brother!" The people of the surrounding Sima family soon discovered that Sima Zhao was wrong, and after shouting briefly and Sima Zhao's eyes widened and he couldn't speak. They stood up in a hurry: "Imperial Doctor! Come on! His Royal Highness King Jin, I have had a stroke! ”

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