Starting from the Western Han Dynasty

Chapter 3 Alcohol Distillation and Purification Simplified Diagram

At the beginning of the second year of Yuanshuo, Zhang Qian, the Han envoy, returned to the Han Dynasty.

The original history should be that Zhang Qian returned to the Han Empire in the early third year of Yuan Shuo.

However, a strange sandstorm not only changed Li Huan's life, but also changed the fate of Zhang Qian and even many people in this era...

It has been 12 years since Zhang Qian went to the Western Regions in the second year of Emperor Wu Jianyuan!
Zhang Qian's return shocked the entire Han Empire, and all officials were shocked.

On the day Zhang Qian arrived in Chang'an City, he was personally summoned by Emperor Liu Che.

The monarch and his ministers talked in the Weiyang Palace until dusk. An edict came from the palace, conferring Zhang Qian the title of Taizhong Dafu and Gan Fu the title of envoy.

What is quite embarrassing is that Li Huan, who returned as a companion, not only did not receive any summons, but was secretly picked up by the eunuchs in the palace and placed in a mysterious courtyard.

In this regard, Li Huan made many requests to see Zhang Qian.

However, the guards at the door of the room acted as if they hadn't heard anything.

As long as Li Huan made a move to walk out of the room, these guards would block him back.

Although the leg injury has healed, Li Huan does not think that he will be a match for these Han soldiers.

Sitting on the stone steps under the eaves, Li Huan suddenly figured out something.

They come, the security.

So he ate when he needed to eat, slept when he needed to sleep, and never said anything to the Han soldiers guarding outside, nor did he look like he wanted to force his way out.

From now on, a life of peace and contentment begins.

However, the food in this era is too simple.

On the third day, Li Huan couldn't help but make a request, hoping that he could cook the food himself and only needed the soldiers guarding him to deliver the ingredients.

However, in the face of Li Huan's request, these people acted like you like to eat or not.

Li Huan's expression was a little strange, but he did not continue to ask to see Zhang Qian.

After a chance encounter in the desert, Li Huan and Zhang Qian spent some time together.

Zhang Qian is definitely not the kind of person who abandons his friends and ignores them.

If Zhang Qian can come to see him, then he must come; but until now, he has not seen Zhang Qian, which means that someone does not want Zhang Qian to see him.

Who will this person be?
After thinking about it, Li Huan could only think of one person - the emperor.

But... why did the emperor put himself under house arrest and not give him the ingredients to cook?

Just when Li Huan couldn't hold it any longer and waited for a long time, a man came and looked at his appearance. He was about 20 years old, but his face was too young, and he looked like a fifteen or sixteen year old. He asked with a cold face. :
"What dishes would you like to eat and what drinks would you like to drink?"

Li Huan hurriedly said: "Let's change the taste. I don't want to eat stew every day. Let's change to something fried or barbecued? Head office?"

The slightly immature Wufu snorted softly: "The stew is only eaten by the nobles, and you still despise it?"

Li Huan was speechless for a while, but Wu Fu nodded: "Okay, where are the drinks?"

“I’d like a bottle of Lafite from [-], is that okay?”

"What the hell?"

The childish look on Wu Fu's face suddenly disappeared, his majesty was revealed, and Li Huan smelled a slight smell of fruit wine.

The smell of wine immediately made him excited, and he said hurriedly: "You guys are not very good at wine. I think my brother is also a wine lover. If you can trust me, prepare some pen and ink for me, and I will draw a picture of wine making." , the general found someone to make wine.

The brewed wine is more than ten times more fragrant than rice wine and fruit wine! "

When Wu Fu heard this, he looked at Li Huan with suspicious eyes: "Are you serious?"

Li Huan figured out the warriors' speaking temperaments, spoke with a proud look on his face, and pronounced a sonorous and powerful note:

"If I tell you any lies, please behead me, general!"

Wu Fu glanced at Li Huan, didn't say anything, just chuckled, then turned and walked outside.

When Li Huan saw this scene, he secretly thought it was a pity. Did he think wrongly?

As a result, less than ten breaths later, a man who looked like a knife and pen official appeared in front of Li Huan. In his hand was a knife and pen, a slender writing brush, a black inkstone, and a yellowed blank bamboo slip under his arm.These bamboo slips look like they have just been strung together.

"Sir, just tell me whatever you want."

Li Huan shook his head and said: "I need to paint. This thing is not enough to carry it. You can get another canvas that can be used for painting."

The swordsman and penman hesitated for a moment, but seemed to have thought of something and immediately nodded: "Sir, later."

Then the man quickly retreated, and when he came back, he was holding a roll of cloth made of material that Li Huan could not identify, but with an astonishing thickness, and rolled it gently on the ground.

A roll of cloth took up almost a third of the entire room.

"Can you?"

The knife and pen official asked with a smile, his appearance and attitude were much better than the previous martial artist.

Li Huan thought for a while, grabbed the brush, and looked around for a moment.

Thanks to that strict old professor, there was no chance of me being lazy during the Chinese painting class.

When Li Huan turned around, the swordsman and penman were already studying the ink very cooperatively.

A postgraduate student like Li Huan, who graduated from a prestigious university, is really at his fingertips with the process of refining alcohol to make liquor.

He only hoped that the high-purity spirits he made could make the general who looked like he was guarding him say something good for him in front of the emperor.

Even if you can't do this, you will at least agree to the request to cook for yourself, right?
Perhaps, the emperor thought he might be a foreign spy.

After all, when I came to this world, the clothes I wore and the things I carried were too unusual.

People like Zhang Qian would believe in him entirely because Zhang Qian is Zhang Qian.

People like Emperor Liu Che would not believe in him, simply because Liu Che was the emperor.

The emotion of doubting everything should have been with him throughout his life.

It's just that when I didn't lose something like freedom, I didn't feel it at all.

When you are really restricted.

Only then did Li Huan understand the artistic conception of "If it's for freedom, both can be thrown away."

It seems that the swordsman and penman have never seen anyone who can draw with pen and ink to the point of such smooth flow.

In his mind, he imagined that the superiors arranged for him to observe Li Huan's every move.

At first, he did not think that a person who would sit on the eaves steps and pick his feet after eating every day, then take a deep breath, and then continue to pick his feet and continue to smell, would be a hermit and an expert, let alone What a learned man.

Now, he believed that the man in front of him was a learned man.

In particular, the other party really understood the Chinese language and could write it quite fluently. It was obvious that he had received special training.

The important thing is... the little man the other party painted on the canvas is really lifelike.

The only bad thing is that the clothes of a certain woman on the canvas seem to be a little too full, a little too full, and a little unsubtle.

It made the swordsman and penman stare at it several times.

However, this is very consistent with the habits of this person... no, this gentleman has lived in the land of the Qiang people for a long time.

I heard that the Qiang people have loose hair, tattoos and no clothes, which is generally reflected in this gentleman's painting style.

Li Huan looked at the simple alcohol purification diagram in front of him, dropped the slender brush in his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Qian couldn't count on it, so he could change this claustrophobic life and become a man with free food.

Just look at this alcohol purification diagram!

"Okay, take the diagram down and give it to that person. Let's have some barbecue for dinner tonight..."

The knife and pen official was still immersed in Li Huan's creative method of alcohol purification. After hearing this, he nodded hurriedly.

However, I heard Li Huan, who was about to pick his feet out of boredom, saying to himself:
"It's a pity that I can't have a bottle of snowflakes and bravely venture to the end of the world... What a great regret in life!"

(End of this chapter)