"Your Majesty, you said, is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince a little ......" Liu Xi stopped talking.

He didn't dare to say that Chen Changfeng was in a hurry to go to the doctor.

But in any case, sorghum rice winemaking, Liu Xi has not heard of any successful cases in this matter.

Everyone knows that the wine made from sorghum rice is far less sweet than the wine made from rice, but Chen Changfeng insists on going his own way.

In addition to the fact that Chen Changfeng, the crown prince, attaches great importance to the previous gambling contract with the emperor, what other reasons can there be?

The emperor didn't speak, although he also hoped that Chen Changfeng had told him before that there was a new method of brewing wine, which could increase the financial revenue of the Ming Empire.

But sorghum rice wine, the emperor also felt unreliable.

Getting up and leaving the dragon chair, the emperor stopped and looked at Liu Xi: "Go with me to see that kid." ”

Liu Xi hurriedly nodded and followed behind the emperor.

Before the two of them walked out of the upper study, they saw the second prince walking up the steps.

"The son of the emperor to see his father, is the father going out?" The second prince immediately saluted.

He originally came here to see the emperor, hoping that he could be in charge of the imperial examination with Yao Xiaoren.

Unexpectedly, the emperor was going out.

"I just heard that the prince wants to make wine from sorghum rice, so I'm going to take a look." The emperor explained casually.

For the second prince, the emperor still likes it in his heart.

If it weren't for Chen Changfeng's sudden rise, the second prince should be the most suitable candidate for the prince in the emperor's heart.

When the second prince heard the emperor's words, his eyes immediately widened.

After being stunned for a while, he held back a smile and said, "Father said that the sixth brother wants to use sorghum rice to make wine?" ”

"But as far as Erchen knows, it is the world's top brewing master Di Xi, who also said that there are thousands of wine materials in the world, and sorghum rice alone cannot make fine wine, what is wrong with the sixth brother?" The second prince's voice changed, with a hint of banter in his tone.

Di Xi in the mouth of the second prince is the most powerful winemaking master today.

Can be drunk for a thousand days, and drunk for a thousand days after drinking.

Everyone in the world heard of his name, and even he said that sorghum rice should not be made into fine wine, and what Chen Changfeng did was clearly useless.

The emperor's face was slightly gloomy.

Before, he was still looking forward to Chen Changfeng's so-called new winemaking method, and the future that Chen Changfeng described to him was indeed very good.

Coupled with Chen Changfeng's amazing performance several times before, the emperor is also looking forward to it.

But at this moment, when he learned that Chen Changfeng was going to use sorghum rice to make wine, the emperor couldn't help but doubt it.

Now the second prince has taken out the words of Di Xi, the world's top brewing master, to prove the statement that sorghum rice cannot make fine wine.

The emperor had no expectations for Chen Changfeng's previous depiction.

"Father, the sixth brother just wants to give it a try, let him go and have fun, my father is busy with state affairs, it is better to rest in the palace." The second prince hurriedly persuaded the emperor to stay.

Chen Changfeng rarely meets the emperor, so he can naturally cut off his good impression in the emperor's heart, which is something that the second prince can't wait for.

The Emperor hesitated for a moment, then walked back to his upper study.

For the emperor, sorghum rice brewing will not be successful at all!

……

The three-day music making time passed quietly.

Tang Lin and the wine-making craftsmen came again, even if he didn't think that sorghum rice could make fine wine, but no matter what, he still hoped to help Chen Changfeng.

"Prince, if the koji is made, it can be fermented, and then distilled." Tang Lin took the initiative to speak.

Chen Changfeng had to use sorghum rice to make wine, and he didn't listen to his own persuasion, so he Tang Lin could only let it go.

Anyway, he is soft-spoken, where will His Royal Highness Chen Changfeng, the crown prince, listen to him?

Chen Changfeng smiled and motioned for the craftsmen to do it.

However, the craftsmen found that it was not the same as the place they usually used to ferment grain.

In front of them were three fermentation tanks two meters wide, and the fermentation tanks were fermentation tanks, but everything in them was different.

The first fermentation tank was paved with stone, and the second fermentation tank was filled with dirt, which they had seen before.

But this last fermentation tank is surrounded and underneath by white bricks, but these bricks are thinner, not the same as the bricks of the city wall.

"What's this, weird?" A craftsman whispered.

"How do I know, but whatever, we will do whatever the prince says." Someone next to him replied.

"But this brick is laid at the bottom, can it be fermented?"

"Good fermentation?"

"Sorghum rice is not good for brewing and fermenting, the taste is sour and astringent, and it is worse than horse urine!"

"Huh? Have you ever drunk horse urine? ”

"you!"

The craftsmen whispered, but their hands kept working, and soon the koji was thrown into the fermentation tank.

They cannot leave today.

Fermentation requires temperature control and constant observation.

Tang Lin also felt that Chen Changfeng's fermentation tank was strange, but he didn't ask much, anyway, it was impossible for sorghum rice to make wine successfully.

No matter what method Chen Changfeng used, it was useless.

After the fermentation is completed, Chen Changfeng can understand without smelling the aroma of the wine!

"His Royal Highness the Prince, I'll take my leave first!" Tang Lin didn't say anything more to Chen Changfeng, just said goodbye.

Chen Changfeng didn't stop him, just nodded with a smile.

Tang Lin took two steps, then looked back at Chen Changfeng who was standing next to the fermentation pond, and shook his head helplessly.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Chen Changfeng is already in a critical situation, and he still has the heart to spend on these useless things!

Tang Lin was disappointed and walked out of the East Palace quickly.

……

Two days later will be the first imperial examination of the Ming Empire.

The imperial examination is divided into literary examination and martial arts examination.

The emperor agreed to the request of the second prince to be the deputy chief examiner, which inevitably made people think a lot.

Daming Jingcheng Shizi Street is a new street named by the emperor himself.

The people who live here are all scholars who participate in the spring festival.

"Brother Zhang, I heard that you are the first to learn in Jiangling, I have a pair of Shanglian, and I want to ask Brother Zhang to teach me." In a restaurant on Shizi Street, Zhang Juzheng was drinking.

A young gentleman suddenly walked next to him and asked him to make a couplet.

Zhang Juzheng smiled slightly, he became famous at a young age, full of poetry and songs, and confident.

There are many talented people in Gangneung City, and none of them are his opponents.

Even other local talents have come to challenge him.

But there is still no one to match it.

Zhang Juzheng felt that the person in front of him was just a mantis arm as a car.

"Say it." Zhang Ju did not raise his head.

The person who came frowned slightly, and said in his heart that he was also a talented man in his hometown, and he was so despised by others.

"I'm uplinked, and I'm worried in my heart." The person who came casually said his own uplink.

As soon as this link came out, the onlookers were all discolored.

"This is a split word couplet, the heart is worried, and the heart is worried." Someone whispered.

"Secondly, the word that can be composed is 'apprehension.'" A scholar on the side frowned.

"In the end, the whole sentence is logical, up and down the heart, representing the inner anxiety." Another man spoke, his face embarrassed.

"There are more than 100,000 characters in the world, and less than 3,000 are commonly used by people.

The rest of the people shook their heads, this Shanglian is not so good.

They also thought about a lot of lower couplets in their hearts, but they all felt that it was difficult to make a neat pair.

"How is Brother Zhang?"

"Can you come up with a couplet?" When the people heard the words of embarrassment, they should not show a smug look on their faces.

So many people can't come out, but Zhang Ju can come out?

No matter how famous Zhang Ju is, what about it?

I can't even get a lower link, it's just a vain name!

Zhang Juzheng raised his head, looked at the person in front of him, thought for a while, and said casually: "My next link is that it is difficult for people to be left and right." ”