In the cellar, Jiang Xi and the old man were fishing in the wine jar, and it was time to fish up the skin once a week.

Jiang Xi put down the colander and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Don't look at this thing as simple as it is said, this is also a meticulous job.

No matter what, it's not too easy to do, especially if it's still profitable.

Jiangxi added some white sugar to it, and the sugar in the wine could not be missing, and if there was less of this thing, it would not be able to be preserved for a long time.

Wine is not as good as those distilled spirits made from grain, and as long as it is pure enough, it is not a problem to leave it for as long as it is.

Halfway through the addition of sugar, another thing suddenly flashed in Jiang Xi's mind, different from last time, this time she caught it.

"Yes, that's it!"

Jiang Xi turned his head sharply and looked at the old man opposite.

"Master, did the wine you drank before have a high concentration?"

The old man was also placing white sugar in another jar, and was frightened by Jiang Xi's sudden movement.

After a long time, the old man realized that Jiang Xi was just asking him a very ordinary question.

Concentration? The old man thought about it, what does this thing mean.

Jiang Xi saw the old man frowning and pondering, patted his thigh, and thought to himself that there may not be the word concentration in these years, and if there is, the old man may not know the meaning.

"Master, that's the one, when you first drank wine, the smell of those wines was not heavy."

The old man shook his head: "I didn't tell you last time, even our wine can't compare." In fact, needless to say, the kind of wine I drink, even the wine I see those guests drinking in the restaurant doesn't smell as good as our own brewing. ”

The good here naturally refers to the heavy alcohol concentration.

Jiang Xi bowed his head and pondered.

Could it be that there has been no distilled spirit in this year?

This shouldn't be, she's seen tomatoes and peppers, how can there be no distilled spirit.

For the first time, Jiang Xi asked the old man about this era.

"Master, what dynasty is this, how many years have we been, which emperor?"

Jiang Xi's series of questions were exchanged for the old man's frightened eyes.

"Kid, you can't talk nonsense! This emperor is not something for those of us to talk about. ”

As he spoke, the old man still looked around, for fear that someone would hear Jiang Xi's "disrespectful" words.

This is the cellar, and the old man can see nothing except a room of jars, the surrounding earthen walls, and the river opposite him.

"Protection!" Finding that they were in the cellar, others could not hear it, the old man was relieved.

"Girl, don't ask these words in the future."

Jiangxi: "...... "So, what the hell are you telling me, which dynasty is this year?"

In the end, under the soft grinding and hard bubbles of Jiangxi, the old man finally said the dynasty and year.

Liang Guo, Xuanzheng six years.

Jiang Xi was stunned.

Liang! Where did she go?

Spring and Autumn Warring States? No, although she doesn't learn history well, she also remembers that during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there should be no such things as tomatoes and peppers.

and Xuanzheng, it seems that no emperor is the title of Xuanzheng.

Oh, by the way, if it was the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there should be no emperor, after all, Qin Shi Huang had not yet had time to unify the six countries.

Jiang Xi was stunned, she only felt that the place she came to was not the ancient she was familiar with.