said that it was a thin banquet, but in fact, it was just a slightly more polite statement, in fact, Zhang Lun prepared a table of wine banquets waiting for Zheng Zhilong and a few people to come.

In the restaurant, Zhang Lun saw a few people coming.

stood up, arched his hand and said, "This official is here today, and I will prepare this banquet for you to wash the dust along the way." ”

"Lord Zhang is polite."

On the table, there are a variety of delicacies prepared in advance, as well as a jar of water and wine.

Zhang Lun said with a smile: "Today, the official did not prepare good wine for a few adults, but wanted a few adults to taste the favorite sweet potato roast of the people of the Ming Dynasty." ”

"What kind of wine is sweet potato roast? How come I've never heard of it? ”

Zheng Zhihu on the side was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but speak.

After all, he is the best among the three brothers, and after wandering overseas for so long, he has tasted a lot of various drinks that come and go.

But in Zhang Lun's mouth, he had never heard of the people's favorite drink, and he had not even tasted it.

Zhang Lun said with a smile: "That's nature, it's just a thing that the people of the capital usually sacrifice to relieve their teeth." ”

While speaking, Zhang Lun opened the wine jar with his hand, and the aroma of wine overflowed for a while.

It was poured into the wine cup for a few people present.

Smell the wine.

Zheng Zhihu was even more incredulous, and hurriedly said: "Is this the wine that the people of the Ming Dynasty often drink today?" No... It's impossible, Master Zhang must have taken the elixir and jade dew that has been treasured at home for many years..."

Hearing Zheng Zhihu's words, even the officials who served as a wine waiter on the side couldn't help but chuckle, and under the guidance of Zhang Lun's eyes, they talked to several brothers of the Zheng family.

"Sweet potato roast, from. Daming has now begun to promote the planting of sweet potatoes on a large scale, the yield of sweet potatoes is large, and there are a large number of harvests in the main sweet potato producing areas every year, because of the restrictions of the transportation environment suffer certain losses. ”

"So, some people thought that sweet potatoes could be used as food, so they could be used as food to make wine."

"Speaking of which! Now the more famous sweet potato roast is still the Lianjiang sweet potato roast in Fujian! ”

These words shocked many people present, and Zheng Zhihu said in disbelief: "How is this possible? If there is such a fine wine in Fujian, how could I not know? ”

"General Zheng Zhihu, is it? Don't you know... This sweet potato roast smells rich in wine, and it can even be said to be comparable to the best elixir, but it actually tastes like it. But that's not the case anymore. ”

Due to the widespread spread of liquor distillation technology in various places, sweet potato ware has decisively chosen to use this technology from the beginning.

The higher alcohol content is used to cover up the taste gap between sweet potato roast and pure grain brewed liquor, which is why Zheng Zhihu, an old wine customer, can be confused in an instant.

Zheng Zhihu, who couldn't believe it, picked up a glass of wine and said to the people present: "Please forgive me Lord Zhang, I have never heard of such strange wine!" Therefore, the first generation of you tasted it! ”

"Please!" Zhang Lun said with a smile.

After a glass of cold liquor, Zheng Zhihu instantly felt a strong sense of convergence emerge in his mouth, and the strong aroma of wine mixed with the extreme impact of alcohol.

made Zheng Zhihu's face flush a little bit in an instant.

As soon as I finished drinking, I hurriedly muttered: "It's a little worse than the water and wine we usually drink. It's still delicious! At least.. Enough! Only this wine is suitable for us to drink at sea! ”

Zheng Zhihu's words aroused the curiosity of the other two brothers present.

Zheng Zhilong thought about it and said with a smile: "Listening to what my brother said is so good, I can't help but want to taste it..."

"Then it's a feast!" Zhang Lun hurriedly spoke.

After that, everyone present sat down and prepared to start eating...

With a chopstick in his hand, Zhang Lun smiled at Zheng Zhilong and said: "General Zheng Zhilong knows that such sweet potatoes are burned. Is it just how much can the current Ming produce every year? ”

Speaking of other things, Zheng Zhilong doesn't understand much.

But what is liquor?

In overseas trade, Daming's liquor can also be said to be unique, and many red-haired fans like to buy this liquor from Daming.

How could the Zheng family, who controlled a large share of the sea trade, not have a general understanding?

Zheng Zhilong roughly calculated and said, "I'm afraid that in my opinion... Such sweet potato roast has such a strong aroma that it must take many years of aging. ”

"If that's the case, if you can produce fifty small jars a year, it's not bad!"

As soon as Zheng Zhilong finished speaking, Zheng Zhihu on the side interjected: "Fifty small altars? It is not surprising that such a good wine can only produce ten jars a year! ”

Who knows, Zhang Lun smiled and said: "I'm afraid the two generals are wrong, such a liquor, Daming can produce more than 100 jars a year!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Zheng Zhihu was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything, just nodded again and again and said, "Almost, almost..."

But Zheng Zhilong is different.

Looking at the smile in the corner of Zhang Lun's eyes, he suddenly felt that this sweet potato roasted liquor was probably just a beginning...

Hundred..

What can produce more than 100 a year?

Wait a minute! Could it be the ironclad ship of the Daming Naval Division!

How is this possible... Zheng Zhilong's eyes widened instantly, and a lot of beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, a hundred ironclad ships a year...

Zhang Lun is now nakedly threatening himself.

However, Zheng Zhilong thought about it for a long time, and he could only hold back his nervousness, and said with a smile: "One hundred... A hundred altars, but a lot.."

Who knew Zhang Lun, but raised his glass again.

He toasted a glass of wine to Zheng Zhilong, and said with a smile: "It's really not much, but I don't know if this hundred jars of wine is enough for General Zheng Zhilong to drink?" ”

When Zheng Zhilong heard this, he was instantly shocked!

Is it enough to drink?

Isn't this just asking yourself on the side... With so many ironclad ships, is it enough to eat the entire Zheng family's sea power?

Just when Zheng Zhilong hesitated.

Zheng Zhibao, who was on the side, said coldly: "This bit of wine? Not to mention my eldest brother, it's me and my second brother, maybe both of us brothers don't have enough to drink? ”

"That's it! It is! It's almost all for us! ”

As soon as the two finished speaking, Zheng Zhilong slapped the table with a frightened face, and shouted at the two brothers: "You two! Shut up! I don't know anything.. Just don't talk nonsense! ”