The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

The craftsmen of Daqian rely on their housekeeping skills to eat. After reading the drawings drawn by Jiang qianxia, she started to work quickly. The finished products are still exquisite, so she can't find any problems.

The shopkeeper of wanbaoge in Qingping city came and wanted to buy the drawings of distillation equipment for his winery with wine money. Unexpectedly, he was rejected by Jiang qianxia.

Seeing that the shopkeeper's face was not very good-looking, Jiang qianxia smiled like a little fox stealing a chicken and narrowed his eyes and said, "the shopkeeper can report the matter to old Mr. Qian Weng, saying that qianxia has a big heart and wants to partner with the empress in the business of this best wine."

The shopkeeper was surprised and didn't dare to stay more. He turned around and prepared to go back and write a report.

Watching the shopkeeper leave, Jiang qianxia sighed.

It's not that she doesn't want to do business with the old partner, Wan Bao Ge, but the foundation of Baijiu business is the huge quantity of food.

In ancient times, food could definitely be called the foundation of the country. Although Daqian was the first great empire in the eight wastelands of the universe in this era, and envoys from surrounding countries paid homage to each other every year, there were too many people in Daqian. Most of the year, ordinary people were still hungry and full, and maintained a half dead state.

Therefore, the sale of Baijiu and Jiangxia did not dare to cooperate with Wan Bao Ge. When businessmen were blinded by their interests, they did not have the slightest reason to speak.

Once the million treasure pavilion has made countless times of the best Baijiu liquor than the grain business profits, the government has been searching for the food on the market. If the government wants to stabilize the food price that has been raised, it will surely be willing to kill Wan Bao Ge.

Therefore, the business of boutique Baijiu can only be made by Jiang family. When the gift is sent out on holidays, it will only allow the royal family to plug in and block all the long words of officials.

"Master, when shall we start when the distilling big guy is ready?"

He Bin's excited inquiry interrupted Jiang qianxia's thinking. Looking at the tall distillation equipment nearly two stories high, Jiang qianxia was inspired and said loudly, "let's get ready, let's start now!"

The slightly turbid liquor is poured into the big vat for cooking. The firewood is piled up and heated slowly. People standing aside can hear the sound of boiling inside.

Distillation is simple, that is to use the lower boiling point of alcohol than water to evaporate the alcohol into a gaseous state and turn it into a liquid state again through the condensing device, which is a distilled wine as clear as water.

Distilled Baijiu, not only the degree of the original from about 12, suddenly increased to 50, the aroma of grain wine is also more pure.

The sound of trickling water came from the last recycling tank, and the attractive aroma of wine floated out of other hospitals. When pedestrians on the street heard it, they subconsciously rolled their throats and twitched their noses. Along the aroma of wine, they gathered outside other hospitals in the alley and looked in.

"Fragrant, too fragrant..."

Wu Xiong fidgeted around the recycling tank. After a while, he didn't care about his face. He lay on the side of the tank like a black bear, intoxicated by the smell of wine.

Jiang Qianxia looked funny, and ladled a bowl of Baijiu with a little temperature and gave it to the bear bear.

"Try it, this is..."

Before he finished, Jiang Xia Xia looked at Wu bear's neck and knocked up a large bowl of more than 50 degree baijiu.

The black face turned purplish red in an instant. Wu Xiong was poisoned. He covered his burning chest hard. When he survived the burning of liquor, he spit out a strong breath of wine and roared: "good wine! Have a good time!"

"Puff --"

The heroic Wu Xiong hit the ground straight. He didn't say a word. He just fainted.

"Gee, this wine is different from the sweet wine you usually drink. It's very strong. You can't take a sip..."

"It's really good wine! Burp..."

Staring at He Bin who didn't know when to steal a spoonful of wine, Jiang qianxia angrily kicked the two wine worms.

These savages, can't you hear her finish!

There are too many spirits collected by wanbaoge. Originally, northerners were better at spirits than southerners. Qingpingcheng, as one of the trading outlets with Guli people, supplied a large amount of spirits to barbarians.

The whole other courtyard of the Jiang family was enveloped in the mellow aroma of wine all the time. The 14-year-old and 15-year-old servant girls yawned one by one, with a thin mist on their eyes, which made them feel pity.

It's tempting to put the red face steamed by wine on the tender maidservant, but it can be put on the iron tower like Wu Xiong. At first sight, it can disgust people.

The tightness of the distillation unit is not very good. The vaporized alcohol makes the whole hospital in this slightly drunk state.

Jiang qianxia stood in the yard worried and watched the servants look silly and walk a little. He was afraid that these people who were constantly drunk would make their brains drunk.

"Let go of me! Let go of me! Please, give me a taste, just one! I'll buy it with money, and I'll buy it for how much!"

There was a chaotic noise in the front yard. Jiang qianxia had the cheek to smoke. She was used to this kind of drunkard who couldn't stand the temptation of wine from time to time and rushed directly into other yards to grab it.

There are too many such disturbances. They occur at least two or three times a day.

In addition to those who were recklessly robbed and beaten out by random sticks, there were also those who respectfully handed in worship posts and asked to enter Jiang's house to exchange feelings and drink some wine.

Some good drinkers sit outside other hospitals all day because Jiang qianxia bites them to death and doesn't sell wine to them. They cry bitterly. This situation has spread and turned into a beautiful talk

Jiang qianxia, who is noisy and has a headache, is very angry. She can't sleep well for many nights.

No matter who listens to the footsteps on the roof every night, she will suffer from insomnia like her.

Northern folk customs are fierce, and there are many Jianghu people who call themselves Rangers. Because Daqian has a strong martial atmosphere, these Rangers like the heroic life of drinking in a big bowl.

Regardless of their face, they can't even control the law. Therefore, at night, no matter how round and bright the moon in the sky, there are always some colorful Jianghu rangers who come to the other courtyard of Jiang mansion in groups.

It's also because the people in Jiang qianxia's hands can't resist so many high-rise Rangers. When he wants to borrow people from Xuanjia army, Wu Xiong tells him that Xuanjia army has left for a long time.

"Hum, they are all heartless. If you want to leave without telling me, you don't even have many people to leave for me. It's useless for me to think of you."

Thinking of Guli and others leaving without saying goodbye, Jiang qianxia couldn't help but twist her juanpa in her hand angrily and said gnashing her teeth: "I'll sell all these good wines, girl. I won't leave you a drop. Let all your wounds be inflamed. Just chop your arms and legs!"

"Miss Jiang is bad. The general is seriously injured!"

Wu Xiong hurried over with a carrier pigeon in his hand, with a sad face.