Jiang Fan was born in the northeast, on the Sanjiang Plain, which was originally called Beidahuang, but now has been called beidachang.

    At the beginning, in order to reclaim this fertile land, the state adopted the way of production and Construction Corps, which gradually developed and built hundreds of farms through military settlement in the early stage and joint operation in the later stage.

    Nearly 80% of the entire Sanjiang Plain has been reclaimed into cultivated land.

    Jiang Fan was born in these farms and has had no worries about food and clothing since childhood.

    The farm is short of everything, that is, there is no shortage of food. Naturally, there are many people who make wine with food.

    The degree of this grain wine is very high, basically more than 60 degrees, and the taste is very good. It is soft into the throat.

    Just as soon as you enter the abdomen, it will immediately be like burning a fire. It can not only warm up, but also drive out the cold.

    Although this kind of grain wine is everywhere in their own world, it is basically sold abroad, that is, about ten yuan a kilo, which belongs to absolute mainland goods.

    But if you get the world... At least compared with the so-called Heyang Daqu in front of you, I''m afraid it can be equivalent to precious jade!

    Well, when I get back tonight, I''ll ask my family about the specific brewing steps. I think the only difficulty should be distillation.

    The degree of Baijiu depends on the level of distillation.

    Take this as the core technology and let the Lin family pay attention to confidentiality when brewing. The grain and wine produced will be enough to bring an endless stream of wealth to the Lin family.

    Then the remaining problem is... We have to find a partner!

    After all, even if this grain wine is brewed, the Lin family does not have any sales channels.

    Once you become famous, you should also guard against the prying eyes of competitors and the government. In this way, the requirements for partners are very harsh.

    Looking at Jiang Fan''s sudden stupidity, Lin Wanqing reached out in some doubt and shook in front of Jiang Fan.

    "What''s the matter? What are you thinking?"

    "Ah, nothing. I just suddenly thought of a way to help your Lin family make money."

    Jiang Fan returned to his senses, lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Wanqing, if I had a way to brew wine with much higher degree and much better taste than this Heyang Daqu, how big market do you think it could be?"

    "What does degree... Mean?"

    Lin Wanqing was at a loss.

    "Er... It''s easier to get drunk than this Heyang Daqu. For example, we won''t feel much after drinking this cup of Heyang Daqu, but the wine brewed by my method may make you dizzy."

    Jiang Fan explained as simply as possible.

    "One cup makes you dizzy? How can it be? Even if it''s the strongest fragrance of Jinling cold pool in the week, I can drink at least three kilograms."

    Lin Wanqing looked incredulous.

    "Nothing is impossible for me. You don''t have to worry about it. Just tell me. If there is this wine, do you think it can be sold?"

    Jiang Fan said with a smile.

    "Why? Heyang Daqu costs ten Wen a kilo, while Jinling Hantan incense costs fifty Wen a kilo. If there were the kind of wine you said, wouldn''t it cost hundreds of Wen? This is too exaggerated. A kilo of wine can catch up with a stone of grain..."

    Lin Wanqing lovably spit out his little tongue and looked frightened.

    Jiang fan is relieved. As long as it''s not that people in the world don''t like high wine, but that they don''t have the ability to brew high wine, it''s easy to do.

    As for pricing... Hey, I have to say that Lin Wanqing''s idea is still too simple.

    Wait until the wine is brewed, and then take out some marketing means in your world, so that you can surely deceive and cripple the people in this world!

    When his mind was settled, Jiang Fan no longer thought much, and his stomach was really hungry, so he ate with Lin Wanqing.

    At this time, in the spacious and bright main hall of King Wu''s residence in Heyang City, a middle-aged man with a brave face was sitting opposite a young man with a beautiful face.

    A chessboard was placed between them. The black-and-white chessmen on the board were intertwined with each other. The situation looked very complex and unpredictable.

    But no matter middle-aged men or young people, their attention was not on the chessboard. Instead, they listened attentively to a Qingyi man standing next to them, slowly telling about some things that happened in Heyang city today.

    The content is quite humorous, which makes middle-aged men and young people feel a little dazed.

    The middle-aged man is Zhou Di, the king of Wu, the uncle of Zhou Xian, the king of Jing.

    Although his appearance doesn''t look old, in fact, the only prince of the Zhou Dynasty is two out of fifty, and he is old enough to know his destiny.

    The young man is the eldest son of Zhou Di, the son of Wu Wangfu, Zhou He.

    As for the Qingyi man standing next to him and slowly telling the story, he is Zhou Di''s confidant. His subordinates are in charge of one of the most Yin division of King Wu''s residence, specializing in collecting intelligence and secretly supervising the whole Heyang city.

    After all, it was his own fief. Of course, Zhou Di had to ensure his absolute control over the fief.

    When the Qingyi man finished speaking, Zhou Di waved him back. A strange look appeared on his face and said, "hel, what do you think?"

    "This... The greatest function of poetry is that it doesn''t work. To tell you the truth, when I first heard it, I was really angry. But now when I think about it carefully, I find that this sentence really has a deep meaning. The people who can say this kind of words are definitely different."

    Zhou he leaned slightly and said.

    "It''s really interesting. A needle can be refined, a needle can be bumped, and the cloth can go up. His eyes are long on his hips. He only knows clothes and clothes but not people. His words are very straightforward, but he can portray satirical and penetrating. This man is highly accomplished in Poetry. Coupled with his ability to say such words, he is obviously a talented person."

    "But such a person... Doesn''t have any arrogance. Instead, he takes his own poetry and runs to sell it to Qian Rushan. He is not ashamed of such behavior. This boy... Is very interesting."

    Zhou Di said with a smile.

    Zhou he was slightly surprised, but he knew his father''s temper very well, so he really didn''t expect to hear such a high evaluation from his father''s mouth.

    "Father, would you like me to arrange someone to say hello to him and invite him to visit the Fujiang garden tonight?"

    Zhou he asked carefully.

    "No, it''s just a civilian. At least for now, it''s not easy to treat him differently. This boy is right. The greatest function of poetry is that it doesn''t work. So I can only write good poetry, you son of a generation."

    Zhou Di narrowed her eyes and said.

    Zhou he leaned over again and said seriously, "yes, father, I understand."