After returning to his bedroom, Ma Chao still felt a little depressed.

But as soon as he entered, Ma Chao immediately regretted it: he would rather be hot in the forge room for a while!

Because at this time in the house, Han Ying was confronting Yun'er, and it seemed that it had been a while.

"So-and-so said, the young master is not here!" This is Yun'er's squeamish but impatient voice.

"Not there? No, Miss Ben is waiting here, he'll be back sooner or later anyway! This is Han Ying's lazy voice, listening to the tone is not hurried or slow, it seems that in the previous battle, it has already prevailed.

"Young master!"

"Chao'er!"

This is the voice of both of them after seeing Ma Chao come in!

Ma Chao suddenly felt that his head was big, and he instantly felt that the temperature in this room was a little colder: these two people, one is a woman who has a skin relationship with him... Girl; The other is a newborn girl who is ambiguous with herself... Still girls!

Look at the wolf smoke billowing in this room...... Wait, wolf smoke?

Yes, wolf smoke!

Ma Chao thought that in ancient times, wolf smoke was made with saltpeter, and the method of making ice in the summer he thought of was wolf smoke!

"Haha, so-and-so knows!" Ma Chao was overjoyed, immediately retreated to the door, and ran towards the barracks as soon as he slipped through the smoke: if he didn't retreat at this time, the wolf smoke would burn himself later!

"Young master!"

"Chao'er!"

The children stomped their feet behind them and shouted, but after hearing the cry. Instead of stopping, Ma Chao ran a little faster.

The two of them glared at each other, and finally said in unison, "It's all your fault!" ”

This is good, the fuse was lit again, and the two did not give in to each other, and started a new round of battles that were better than knives and guns!

Ma Chao was worried in his heart, and after running to the barracks, he immediately scooped a bowl of mung bean soup to quench his thirst - this mung bean soup and anti-heat medicine are not for craftsmen, soldiers are training under the scorching sun, and they need this antidote to the heat.

"Young master, what are you here for?" Pang De respectfully saluted Ma Chao, but he didn't know what Ma Chao was doing in the barracks at this time.

"Ling Ming, in the barracks, can there be saltpeter?" After breathing a sigh of relief, Ma Chao asked.

"Yes, yes, but you have to get it from Han Feng." Pound frowned, this saltpeter is a fire-inducing thing, and the young master has nothing to do in the summer to set fire to play?

Ma Chao didn't bother to pay attention to Pound's strange and puzzled eyes, but said to Pound mysteriously: "There are two jars of wine sent by Han Sui in a certain mansion, Ling Ming can go and get them?" ”

'Why didn't you bring it with you when you just came?' Pound thought so in his heart, but he said, "Go here!" ”

After seeing Pang De leave on horseback, Ma Chao wandered to Han Feng again.

Now the arsenal doesn't need to be taken care of by Han Feng, and Han Feng spends more time in the barracks. Coincidentally, this time Han Feng happened to be there. Without further ado, Ma Chao asked Han Feng to take some saltpeter.

Ma Chao found a jar, poured most of the water into the jar, and then poured all the half of the bags of saltpeter that Han Feng brought into the jar. After the water surface stabilized, Ma Chao poured the prepared cold boiled water into the copper basin and let the copper basin float on the water surface.

After a while, under Han Feng's stupid gaze, white ice patterns began to appear on the water surface, and the surface of the water tank for the meal was covered with white ice, and the water in the copper basin also began to freeze.

Han Feng carefully touched the ice with his hand and gasped: "Young Master, how did you do it?" In the hot and dead weather of June, you can actually make ice, who can believe it? ”

Ma Chao was also very proud at this time, but in order to show his demeanor as a general, he still said in a relaxed manner: "Well, at this time, Ling Ming should also take those two jars of wine, right?" ”

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, Pound came in. And when he saw the pot of ice, he was dumbfounded: this, this is the hell?

"Lingming, this wine is a tribute from the Western Regions, made from grapes. Mix in ice cubes for excellent results. Ma Chao unscrewed the wine jar and poured himself a bowl first, and then motioned to Pang De and Han Feng to pour a bowl each.

After that, Ma Chao poured the ice cubes into the bowl, watching the white ice cubes sink in the colorful wine, and he also felt some emotion in his heart: I can't imagine that we used to be just a pure dick, but now we have crossed into the landlord class, and we actually enjoy such a good wine, it is really another Dick Silk counterattack inspirational drama!

Pang De and Han Feng didn't know what this was, and after hearing Ma Chao say that it was wine, they bowed down and thanked: "Thank you young master for giving wine!" ”

The two of them thought of the so-called distilled liquor brewed by Ma Chao, and they couldn't help but feel a little itchy. But after taking a sip, I found that this wine is full of fruitiness, without the slightest spiciness, but without losing the roundness and delicacy. There is even an indescribable rich aroma rippling in the mouth, with an endless aftertaste!

"Good wine!" The two of them dared to take a big sip of beef at this time, and the wine with ice cubes had a hint of coolness in the wine, which made the two full of praise.

Drinking the refreshing chilled grape wine, Ma Chao suddenly felt that the heat was completely gone, and the shaking ice cubes hit the wall of the bowl at this time, which sounded like a moving song. made Ma Chao feel comfortable from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and he didn't have the heart to speak.

"Young master, you came all the way just to take a sip of this cold wine?" After Han Feng drank the bowl of wine, he couldn't help but ask.

"No, the summer heat is hard to get rid of, and it was only when I saw those craftsmen still working in the forge house that I thought of this ice-making method. As for this wine, it was just a whim. Hearing Han Feng ask like this, Ma Chao remembered the matter: "This wonderful method is passed down by immortals, so you must do a good job of keeping it secret." In addition, this saltpeter will also need to be purchased in large quantities in the future for soldiers and craftsmen to relieve the heat. ”

"Young master, although this method is wonderful, but it costs a lot of money, I'm afraid Lord Meng should ...... it again" Han Feng made a bitter face: This young master has started to spend money indiscriminately again.

"It's okay, it's just a one-time purchase." Thinking of Meng Da, Ma Chao also has a headache, this product is now the same as the old hen protecting her cubs. However, having such a financial director is also a good thing for the Ma family: "After this product is dried, it can be reused, so there is no need to worry." ”

After hearing this, Han Feng was relieved. Tsushima Chao was secretly surprised that he could master such magical techniques.

However, after this matter was resolved, Ma Chao began to be in a daze again. Even this delicious wine, when I drank it, I felt that it had no taste: at this time, I was in the house, it should be a sword and a sword, and if I went back, I would definitely go and not return. But although the Ma family has a big foundation, where can he go?

Go to the farm to see, has the tea arrived, and study the process of roasting tea?

As soon as Ma Chao thought of 'frying', he immediately thought of the heat in the forging room, and he didn't have the slightest interest.

Go to the ranch and see if the stallions are springing?

Forget it, I'm not Han Ying's stealing maniac and watching stallions mate.....

Wait, didn't Han Sui send an elephant dragon?

Looks like he hasn't tamed the beast yet...... Hey, a certain baby, let the Sprinkle family ravage you today!

Poor elephant dragon, who was leisurely enjoying the water poured on himself by Namanu in the pasture, felt a chill for no reason. It looked up at the sky: the sun is like fire, and there is no sign of rain......