Qin Hu

Chapter 3 Hitting my son, you are really willing to do it!

Ying Zheng snorted coldly: "If you don't betray you, are you waiting to be punished by you?"

Zhao Zihu: "..."

These words make it impossible to refute, Qin Fa is against humanity, even if the father committed a crime, the son has to report it, otherwise he will be sentenced to death.

This is probably one of the reasons why Confucian scholars in Qilu despise the emperor and ministers of Great Qin!

The people of the Central Plains countries are not the Qin people who are tigers, wolves and barbarians. They don’t need the anti-human Qin law. They are the Chinese orthodox who are deeply influenced by etiquette. See you spit you once!
"Baby, where did you hide the wine?"

Ying Zheng knelt behind the table full of meat, and asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Zihu resentfully said, "Brew it yourself."

Ying Zheng's thick eyebrows were frowned, and a trace of genuine anger appeared on his face, which was just pretending to be angry: "Nizi, how dare you disobey my prohibition?"

Shang Yang's law did not ban alcohol, but increased heavy taxes several times, making it unaffordable for the common people in the head of Guizhou, and making the rich peasants with surplus food unable to sell the wine, thus achieving the purpose of saving food.

And after he won the government to unify the six countries, he directly wrote the ban on alcohol into the law. Except for the Shaofu, who is in charge of all kinds of workers in the world, anyone who dares to waste food and make wine is a felony.

This is probably one of the reasons why the people of Huaxia called him a tyrant, because he was too desperate to do things.

But other people's scolding belongs to others' scolding, and now even his own son is openly disobeying the ban he issued, which makes him very angry!

"Your Majesty, the whip is here..."

Zhao Gao actively handed the whip to Ying Zheng.

You're such a goddamn coward, if you dare to drag my daughter around, she will definitely give you a good beating!
Seeing that Zheng Ying was about to receive the whip, Zhao Zihu couldn't help but stare and scold: "Old Zhao, you...I don't mean you, father, I mean Zhao Fuling... Zhao Gao, what are you trying to do in such a hurry to hand over the whip? Brew your daughter Participate too!"

Zhao Gao was stunned for a moment, but hurriedly withdrew his whip.

He is good at riding and riding, but maybe because he is too good at it, he hurts somewhere because he rides too much, and he is only an only daughter in his life, so he is not willing to fight!
Ying Zheng stretched out his hand to catch the whip, but when it was empty, he couldn't help making a nasal sound speechlessly: "Aiqing..."

You are really willing to beat my son, but now that you have your daughter, do you want to cover it up?

"Your Majesty, my daughter is proficient in the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty, and she will definitely not violate Your Majesty's prohibition on alcohol. There must be something hidden in it!"

Zhao Gaoyi explained in words, and then looked at his pretty blushing daughter, and asked angrily: "Diao Chan, how dare you make wine with Mr. Zihu, have you forgotten the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty?"

Well, his daughter’s name is Diaochan, and the clan’s children went to congratulate her when she was born. Zhao Zihu saw that the little baby girl was chubby and cute, so he casually said an auspicious saying: [When she grows up, she must be as beautiful as Xishi Zhaojun Diaochan Yuhuan]

Zhao Gao only knew Xi Shi's name, but he didn't know who the other three were. Out of curiosity, he asked the young Zhao Zihu, and after hearing some vague nonsense, he decided on the name Diao Chan.

Speaking of it, it was Zhao Zihu's name for his daughter, so his daughter loved to play behind Zhao Zihu's ass even when she was young!

"Hiccup~"

Diao Chan opened his mouth, hiccupped first, shrunk his head and said embarrassingly: "Mr. Zihu and I brew wine. We don't use food, and it doesn't violate His Majesty's prohibition laws."

Zhao Gao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "Fruit wine?"

Diao Chan nodded: "Of course, plum wine."

Ying Zheng listened to the conversation between the father and daughter, but with a suspicious expression on his face, he reached out and took out a black glazed clay pot from under the table, and put it under his nose to sniff the wine inside.

Then, he put his hand in again, dipped some in his mouth and tasted it, and after a while he said dumbly: "This wine is full-bodied and clear, even if it is made from grain, it is not as rich as it."

Then, looking at Zhao Zihu, he turned his anger into anger and said, "You coward, you are lucky to be able to ferment good fruit wine!"

The fermentation technology of fruit wine has been popular among the people in the pre-Qin period, but it is not yet mature. The fermented wine is not so much wine as vinegar, and the common people in Guizhou are seldom willing to drink it, and it is only used as a condiment for cooking food. , that is, it is really used as vinegar.

If you get lucky once in a while and ferment a good fruit wine, you will be even more reluctant to drink it. Selling it to the family of a rich gentry and official will bring you a lot of money!

"As long as Father likes it."

Zhao Zihu heaved a sigh of relief seeing that he would not be punished.

Ying Zheng waved his sleeves to a group of young people: "Let's go to rest."

"only."

All the young men saluted as if they had been pardoned, and after saluting together, they scattered like birds and beasts in an instant.

Zhao Zihu was also among them, running the fastest.

Ying Zheng blinked Danfeng's eyes, and said speechlessly, "Zihu, isn't this your camp? Where do you want to rest?"

Zhao Zihu paused, turned around and patted his forehead suddenly: "Ah yes, this is my son's camp... I'm really drunk and dizzy, my father didn't remind me, my son almost forgot."

All the young men passed him, leaving him with a look of "you ask for blessings", and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Ying Zheng pointed to his head and said, "Let's take a seat and have a few drinks with my father."

Zhao Zihu smacked his lips and had no choice but to obey, walked to the corner of the felt tent, lifted a straw mat, took a jar of new wine, and knelt down under Ying Zheng.

However, as soon as he sat down, Ying Zheng got up again, walked a few steps to the corner where he fetched wine, and lifted the mat to check.

Under the coir mats are neatly stacked black-glazed earthenware pots, dozens of them are placed in bamboo baskets, each one is bigger than a human head, and the mouths of the pots are sealed with dense linen cloth and yellow mud.

On the yellow mud seal, there is also a brush handwriting that lacks strokes and paintings.

Ying Zheng had already issued an order that the official documents of the empire should be communicated in simplified official script. Seeing this script, which is several times simpler than official script, he was surprised, but he could barely understand it.

Plum, peach, mulberry, red bayberry, loquat...

These simplified words are obviously used to identify what kind of fruit is used to brew the wine in the jar.

It was the beginning of summer at this time, and the fruits in the letter were all ripe in season.

Zhao Zihu said from the side: "Father, it's all fruit wine, no food wasted."

Ying Zheng looked back at him, as if he didn't want to believe his words, he waved to Zhao Gao lightly, and pointed to the mud seals on many clay pots.

Zhao Gao tacitly agreed, and immediately called a few servants to work together, slapped the mud seal, uncovered the linen cloth, and checked the liquor in the jar one by one.

Zhao Zihu smacked his lips as he watched from behind: "It's not yet time, the bacteria got in and the smell..."

After a long while, Zhao Gao finished the inspection, and was dizzy from the smell of alcohol. He raised his hand to Ying Zheng with a flushed face and said, "Your Majesty, they are all fruit wines with different flavors, and they are very mellow."

Ying Zheng nodded dumbly, sat back on the first seat, and said in a deep voice, "Zihu, what method do you use to brew fruit wine, so that all the cans are good wine?"

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Zihu also understood what he was thinking. After heaving a sigh of relief, he raised his hand and said, "Sister Diaochan sees that my minister likes to drink. She usually thinks about it on her own. She summed it up a few times, and only recently found the trick."

"If father needs the method of brewing fruit wine, tomorrow I will ask Sister Diaochan to write down the method and hand it over to Shaofu Ling Ganluo."

Ying Zheng nodded with a smile: "You understand my thoughts, very kind!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at Zhao Gao again and said, "Give Diao Chan ten gilts of gold and make him a fifth-class nobleman."

Zhao Gao's face turned even redder immediately, he raised his hands above his head, bowed down and said in a loud voice: "On behalf of Diao Chan, I thank Your Majesty for the reward!"

Yingzheng was overjoyed, and said with a flick of his sleeves: "You should be rewarded for your merits, and you are exempt from courtesy."

(End of this chapter)