"What?" Song Laosan looked at Wang Mai a little unhappily, "Don't worry, I don't drink much, just taste a bowl, I didn't try the taste just now, and I sprayed it all." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"It's not that you won't be allowed to drink it, it's just that you can't drink more of this wine now." Wang Mai explained, "Although this wine syrup looks very clear, there are still many impurities in it, and it is not good for people to drink it, and it will be poisoned if it is not done well." ”

"Poisoned!" Everyone couldn't believe that such a fairy brew would poison people.

There was no way, Wang Mai could only tell them a story of his own experience, but he hid the era.

When I was a child, my neighbor's family had been brewing wine for a long time and sold it in the village without any problems. But once during the Chinese New Year, an alcoholic in the village drank this wine and went to the hospital. At first, everyone didn't believe that there was a problem with the wine, and it wasn't until the test report from the hospital came out that they believed that there was indeed a big hidden danger in this kind of home-brewed wine that the villagers had been drinking for many years. The person who went to the hospital finally had one eyeball removed and was poisoned with methanol, but fortunately he was sent to the hospital in time, otherwise his life would have been in danger.

In addition to methanol, there are many aldehydes in the freshly brewed liquor, many of which are harmful to the body, but these also constitute the rich taste of the liquor. Moutai, the national liquor of later generations, was placed in the cellar for three years after being brewed, so that the other components in the wine slowly changed, and through this process, the harmful substances in the wine gradually became less and the taste was more mellow, which achieved the name of the first liquor.

"If I want to say that so many people are fine when they drink it, there is a case of that kind of situation, and it can't be said that this wine is poisonous. Eighty percent of that person has a bad fate, we are all people who have died on the battlefield several times, and our lives are very hard, and they are not in the way. Lao Huang said nonchalantly.

Song Laosan and the others also nodded approvingly, and couldn't wait to taste this wine again.

"Nonsense!" Wang Mai stopped the gang and pointed to a large pile of charcoal in the corner, "This thing can absorb the poison in the wine, what do you think I have nothing to do with so much charcoal?" "Wang Mai heard that vodka is made by using activated charcoal to filter impurities. Activated carbon has an adsorption effect on aldehydes, which is something that has been learned in middle school textbooks, so Song Laosan has already prepared a lot. In this era when there is no chemical instrument to detect, safety can only be ensured by filtering several times. Wrap the charcoal in a linen cloth and place it in the jar to slowly absorb the impurities in the wine.

After a busy day, I finally steamed all the fermented ingredients into sake.

Wang Mai took out the charcoal bag in the wine jar, and he had already changed it twice, so it should be about the same. Scooped out a bowl and took a sip, smacked his lips, and sure enough, he lost the stimulating taste at the beginning, but the rich layering of the flavor of baijiu was missing.

Song Laosan and several others also tasted it separately.

"What's going on?" Wang Mai asked.

Several people shook their heads, and Lao Huang grinned: "It's not delicious, adding this charcoal bag is not as delicious as just now." ”

"It seems that you are too careful, you should try a few more times and put less charcoal." Wang Mai said helplessly, "But you must pay attention to the fact that every jar of wine must be filtered once." ”

"If I want to say it, there is no need to put this charcoal bag......" Song Laosan muttered, "Not only is it not delicious, but it also loses a lot of wine." ”

"Human lives matter." Wang Mai can't let them mess around, "Actually, if you want to drink this kind of unfiltered wine, you only need to leave it for a while, but you have to put it in the cellar for at least three months." ”

"Three months, a little longer." Song Laosan said dissatisfied.

"It's the shortest amount of time." Wang Mai emphasized, "You are not allowed to mess around, if you kill people, I would rather not do this." ”

"Okay, okay......" Song Laosan nodded hurriedly, "Then let's sell some charcoal first, and sell it after three months without charcoal." ”

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Wang Mai nodded. Several people drank the small wine that had just come out of the pot, ate the hot pot that Song Lao Sanbai never got tired of, and spent the night happily.

Early the next morning, Wang Mai got up with his head covered. I haven't had a hangover for a long time, and my body is really not used to it, so I poured a big pot of cold white boil before I came to my senses and went on a bad trip.

walked all the way in a daze, only to find that I had arrived in front of the Rou Niang stall that I hadn't come for a long time.

Rou Niang turned her head and was stunned when she saw Wang Mai. After a misunderstanding that day, she thought that Wang Mai would never come again, and she regretted it for a long time, feeling that she had misunderstood Wang Mai.

Wang Mai smiled awkwardly: "It's still the same as last time, two copies." Liang San tied his horse and went, and they all said that the children of the poor were in charge of the house, and although this twelve-year-old boy was young, he could do any job. For a month, he directly served Wang Mai into a lazy young master.

Rou Niang nodded, and after a while, she served hot tofu brains and oil cakes to the two.

"I'm sorry about what happened last time, I really don't mean anything else." Wang Mai opened his mouth for a long time and said this.

"The slave family knows," Rou Niang nodded, "Lang Jun use it slowly." He turned around and beckoned the other guests to go.

"Sir, you've eaten in your nostrils." Liang San nibbled on the oil cake and reminded him. Originally, Liang San called him master or Ah Lang at the beginning, these are the names of the subordinates to the master, and Wang Mai corrected him for him. This Liang San is also half of his student, so he asked him to call his husband.

"Oh......" Wang Mai wiped his mouth busily.

"An old woman, what's so nice to see." Liang San pouted and said.

"You know what, that's what it's called charm. Besides, this little lady is afraid that she is about the same age as me, so why is she old. Wang Mai said unconvinced.

"I've seen those little ladies in Nanshi Gentle Fang, all of them are younger than her, that's what makes them good-looking."

"What kind of woman do you little boy know?" Wang Mai whispered, "Those little girls who want to have no breasts, no buttocks, and no buttocks, have bodies like bean sprouts...... Hey? Have you ever been to a place like Gentle Place? ”

"I haven't been there, I saw it through the window." Liang San said, "In the future, if I am as rich as Mr., I must go and listen to the little songs inside." ”

"Okay, you little boy, you still want to visit the Qinglou, let's talk about it after you have cooked the abacus. Don't go to that kind of place. Wang Mai said viciously.

"Why?"

"That kind of place is not a good place, and it will teach men to learn bad."

"Oh."

Unexpectedly, just a few days after saying this, Wang Mai was pulled into the Qinglou by Song Laosan.

Helplessly watched the old bustard bring two fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls into the room, Wang Mai covered his forehead and couldn't say a word.

The bustard said two more words and withdrew from the room with a professional smile. One of the two little loli sat cross-legged opposite the two of them, picked up the pipa hanging on the wall and played, while the other sat down next to Wang Mai and poured him a glass of wine.

"I went back to discuss it with your sister-in-law, and she also thinks that you can remember that a married woman is thinking about women. If you can't find a suitable one for you for a while, let me take you here......" Song Laosan raised his eyebrows at the little girl beside Wang Mai.

This couple is really superb, how can a wife let her husband take someone else to let Qinglou. It's no wonder that this Song Laosan sees his wife on weekdays like a mouse seeing a cat, but now he dares to patronize this land of fireworks.

"Old Song, you know my ......"

"I understand...... Song Laosan interrupted him rudely, "Man, isn't it...... I know that you scholars are all serious on the surface. Don't worry, brother will leave in a while, and never disturb your good deeds. If it weren't for your sister-in-law......"

What is this, Wang Mai hurriedly clarified: "I didn't mean that...... These little ladies are too young......"

"Do you really like being older?" Song Laosan suddenly realized, "When I look at my brother, you are a person who has come over, and you are old and good...... The third brother understands. ”

The little girl next to her was not happy when she heard this, and the wine glass handed to Wang Mai was put back in the middle of the air, and her cherry mouth was pursed.

Wang Mai withdrew his hand in mid-air with an embarrassed face: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I didn't mean that......"

"Hmph." The little girl turned her head away from him.

Song Laosan was about to say something, when he suddenly heard a commotion erupt outside the door, and a team of soldiers pushed the door and broke in.

The four people in the room looked at these uninvited guests in astonishment, not knowing what was happening.

Song Laosan frowned and showed his waist card: "What are you doing?" ”

The soldier at the head took the waist card and looked at it, and hugged Song Laosan: "We are ordered to arrest the key criminals, please forgive the two of you." ”

"What's the offense?"

"The Dugu brothers tried to rebel, and a group of henchmen have now been ambushed, but Dugu Xiude escaped, and Wang Taiwei has ordered the whole city to search for this person." The soldier replied.

Several soldiers didn't bother to worry about the identities of the two, but just looked at the house and saw that there were no Tibetans in the house and exited the house.

"Brother Wheat, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you, the whole city is under martial law, I'm afraid my brother will have to go back to the barracks to stand by." Song Laosan patted Wang Mai's shoulder, stood up and was about to walk out.

"Wait, I'll go with you." Wang Mai stood up, ignoring the resentful eyes of the little Lori next to him.

"You ......"

"Let's go, let's go, since there is no life in the city, it's better to go home early and stay." Wang Mai put his arm around Song Laosan's shoulders and walked out of the door, "Old Song, I appreciate your kindness, but I can't bear these two little ladies." "Although Lao Tzu is not a righteous gentleman, he is not a psychopathic monster.

"Okay, then ...... next time"

"I'll talk about ...... next time"

After settling the account and walking out the door, it was just dusk, but the street was empty, and there was no one. On the contrary, groups of soldiers kept going in and out of the various alleys, as if searching for fugitives.

After no less than five or six interrogations along the way, the road that had taken less than half an hour had come for nearly an hour, and the sky had completely darkened by this time.

"Liang San......" Wang Mai led the horse into the door, "Tie the horse, don't forget to feed the ......" At this time, Wang Mai felt a sharp and cold object against his neck, and he was suddenly shocked.