Mother, I have returned to the throne.

Chapter 240 Zhao Gong Wine, Famous

With Song Yuan's instructions, Fatty Zhao was full of energy in the next few days.

For convenience, he rented a shop in the city to purchase saltpeter powder.

It is now covered with ice and snow. Countless people in the city are already suffering. In such a cold environment, life has become a big problem.

The price offered by Fatty Zhao instantly attracted everyone's attention.

One penny of silver and one pound of saltpeter.

There will always be brave men when there is a big reward, and the enthusiasm of the people in the city was instantly ignited.

A lot of people gathered on various walls.

Especially the pit toilet that everyone avoided before, because its walls were covered with saltpeter powder, it has now become a place that everyone is scrambling for.

Countless people even quarreled over some gunpowder, and the rate of official handling of cases rose sharply.

Even so, the final harvest still failed to meet expectations.

It's really the weight of the saltpeter powder that makes it too light.

It looks like a full bucket of saltpeter powder, but after compacting it, it would be rare to have only a few ounces left.

Song Yuan had a lot of money, but in the end he didn't spend it. Not being able to buy enough saltpeter became a big problem for Song Yuan.

Fortunately, Song Yuan had already anticipated this scene and was mentally prepared. He would take as much as he could and just treat it as entertainment.

The most important thing right now is to stabilize the situation!

After I have regained all my men, I will then find a way to find saltpeter and sulfur mines.

As long as these two locations can be found and mined, the thermal weapons from the previous life will no longer be a problem for Song Yuan.

It would be truly appropriate to put more effort into this area when the time comes.

Facing the recent harvest in the workshop, Song Yuan was full of thoughts. Compared with Song Yuan's calmness, the workshop in front of him was a bustling scene.

Many workers were shirtless, their bodies covered in sweat, but even so, they were still much better off than those standing outside in the snow and ice.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Fatty Zhao's voice suddenly came, and this guy came to Song Yuan with a big belly like a ball.

"You smell the wine, is it strong enough?"

Fatty Zhao said to Song Yuan with a bit of boasting. Song Yuan sniffed slightly and raised his eyebrows: "The wine we had before should be ready to be taken out!"

After Song Yuan built the workshop, the first task assigned to him was brewing wine.

He brews this kind of wine not just to make money, but more to purify the alcohol.

This thing will burn as soon as it comes into contact with fire. For Song Yuan, it is definitely a powerful weapon.

Under the leadership of Fatty Zhao, everyone was working enthusiastically. After working so hard for so long, they finally reaped some rewards!

"It should be soon, right?"

Looking at the center where everyone was busy, the fat man's eyes were filled with some worry. Although Song Yuan spoke of this matter with great confidence, the fat man still had some doubts in his heart about the winemaking technology taught by Song Yuan.

Before seeing the fine wine, the fat man was still skeptical.

After all, this method is unheard of. If the wine brewed is really as pure and fragrant as Song Yuan said, this feat alone will be enough to make the wine famous all over the world!

Throughout history, there are countless literati and poets who always have wine with them.

Even the current emperor particularly likes this dish.

It’s a pity that today’s winemaking technology is not very mature, and even the fine wine presented as tribute is quite turbid.

"The wine is out, the wine is finally out!"

Just when the fat man was secretly worried, cheers suddenly came from the crowd.

Hearing this, the fat man shuddered all over, turned around, and said excitedly to Song Yuan: "Your Highness, the wine is out, let's go and take a look!"

Song Yuan nodded, and without saying anything, he stood up and walked towards the back of the bar.

After a while, they came to the bamboo pipe from which the wine was dispensed. Looking at the clear wine flowing out in front of them and smelling the aroma of the wine at the tip of their noses, everyone was excited in just a moment.

"Is this stuff really wine? Why does it look like water?"

"Of course it's true. Just smell the aroma of this wine. I feel drunk just by sniffing it!"

"You know what, this wine is really strong, and it tastes so good. If I could have a sip of it, I would be very lucky!"

"Look at what you said, is it really that exaggerated? Considering Your Highness's character, is it possible that we won't be able to drink it when the time comes?"

All the soldiers gathered together at this moment, looking at the wine spout. The clear wine flowed out with a fiery look in their eyes.

Compared to those so-called fine wines, the clear wine in front of you is enough to kill them just by looking at the appearance!

It is no exaggeration to say that anyone who is lucky enough to have a sip of it will be treated like an emperor!

The fat man was originally a wine lover. Faced with this scene, he rubbed his hands with a bit of greed.

But the fat man still knew the rules after all. This wine was brewed according to the method taught by Song Yuan, so it was not his turn to take the first sip!

Let Song Yuan try it first!

"Your Highness, how about you taste it for us?"

With some excitement, the fat man walked forward, scooped a ladle with a colander, and handed it to Song Yuan carelessly.

There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Seeing the fat man like this, the clumsy Song Yuan rolled his eyes at him angrily: "This wine is so hot, do you want me to drink or do you want to murder me?"

"Hahaha, aren't you all anxious? Who else would dare to drink it if you don't try it?"

"Drinking also requires careful consideration of the time. How can we touch this wine at this critical moment? Even if the king of heaven comes, his mouth will be full of dumplings after swallowing it!"

Song Yuan made a joke, then glanced at the whole room and promised: "Everyone, rest assured, everyone who sees this wine today will get a share. However, it's not cold yet, so you and I can't drink it. Everyone should work harder and strive to brew more wine. Once it cools down, I guarantee that everyone will be able to drink it to their heart's content!"

"But everyone has to act within their capabilities. Let me be frank: anyone who gets drunk will never work in this winery again!"

Faced with such a threat from Song Yuan, everyone's face showed a solemn look.

Compared to the soldiers standing guard in the snow and ice outside, these field soldiers here are treated like emperors.

After all, there is no wind and no rain, so although it is a little hot, it is much better than a cold!

If you really lose such a job because of your greed for alcohol, it would be a loss!

After this reminder, everyone immediately focused their attention. Finally, after spending several hours, they finally brewed several large jars of wine.

Seeing that the temperature had finally cooled down, Song Yuan took a few spoons and took a light bite.

The spicy feeling penetrated the throat and flowed throughout the body in an instant, and the whole body instantly became warm!

"Yes, I'd say the alcohol content is at least around 50%, which is definitely the best nowadays!"

Song Yuan gave a thumbs up and couldn't help but praise him. With his leadership, everyone finally caught up and tasted this fine wine.

But as the saying goes, wild boars can't eat fine bran.

Compared with the wine brewed by Song Yuan, the wine that everyone present drank on a daily basis was simply coarse grain!

Faced with such strong liquor, anyone who drank too much started coughing continuously. They felt the alcohol rising up and their whole body felt like it was on fire.

However, after the alcohol gradually wore off, everyone was immersed in the aftertaste, and for a while the place was filled with praise.

"If you ask me, this wine is strong enough. This is the wine a man should drink!"

"Don't even think about drinking this in the freezing cold. It would last you at least half an hour!"

"This thing is definitely a treasure in the frontier, it's probably worth a fortune!"

"Let alone the frontier, even if it was placed in the imperial city, it would probably be worth a fortune. If it weren't for Your Highness, how could we drink this kind of wine?"

When everyone said this, they all looked at Song Yuan with admiration.

The specific wine-making techniques were all taught by Song Yuan himself. If Song Yuan did not have this skill, how could others enjoy such results?

"Alright, alright, stop standing there and get back to work. Have you finished what you have on hand?"

The fat man cleared his cough and sent everyone away.

After everyone had dispersed, he pulled Song Yuan aside, squinted his eyes, and asked Song Yuan.

"Your Highness, how much do you think this wine should be sold for?"

As a profiteer, the fat man's first thought is profit.

The truth is that this wine belongs to a monopoly industry, and the wines brought out by others are simply incomparable!

Especially in this bitter and cold place, the stronger the wine, the more popular it is.

People don't drink wine, but to warm their bodies. It can be imagined that when Song Yuan takes this wine out to sell, there will definitely be a lot of people scrambling for it!

"You're an expert in business matters, so you should decide!"

Seeing the fat man's face full of heat, Song Yuan waved his hand and handed the matter over to the fat man to handle.

In his opinion, brewing wine was just a sudden idea.

What I want is not the wine, but the alcohol. At this point, I haven’t achieved my goal yet.

"But I have to say this beforehand: half of this wine must be kept, distilled multiple times, and finally purified. The wine must be sealed and preserved, and no one is allowed to touch it!"

"You can only sell the remaining half. Remember, satisfy yourself first, then worry about others. In short, you must never forget the share I asked you to keep!"

Song Yuan gave many warnings, after all, alcohol is the ultimate disinfectant.

On the battlefield, any external injury is likely to cause infection, but after applying alcohol, the chance of infection is greatly reduced.

Don’t underestimate it. Once a war breaks out, this thing can save countless lives!

As for money, you can make it anytime as long as there are people around.

In the end, people are what matter!

"Your Highness, rest assured. I will definitely complete your arrangements. However, since it is to be sold to the public, this wine must have a name. What do you think is a suitable name?"

"I've already thought of a name. It's called Zhao Gong Jiu!" Song Yuan said the name with a grin.

When the fat man heard the answer, he was stunned for a moment. After he realized what was happening, his eyes became a little red and swollen.

The fat man naturally understood what Song Yuan meant. The other party named it that way just for himself!

Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, is referring to Fatty Zhao.

When this wine became famous all over the world, the three words "Zhao Gong Jiu" spread, and the fat man became a well-known figure.

This kind of winemaking technology alone is enough to make it famous all over the world and be passed down for thousands of years!

However, faced with such a generous gift, the fat man hurriedly declined: "Your Highness asked me to say that it is really inappropriate to name the wine after me. Even if I really want to use it, I will use yours!"

"Come on, why are there so many details?" Song Yuan waved his hand, dispelling the fat man's concerns.

"Just go ahead and make the arrangements without any worries. I've already said that I like to keep a low profile. I'd rather let you take the spotlight!"

How could the fat man not know Song Yuan’s earnest advice?

For a moment, he couldn't help feeling touched and promised Song Yuan while patting his chest.

"Your Highness, I won't say anything more. This time, just with this fine wine, I will become famous throughout the world. I will never forget the opportunity Your Highness has given me. In the future, I will serve Your Highness and make a fortune!"

"If you stop flattering me, you'll be more honest than anyone else!"

Song Yuan scolded with a smile but did not forget to remind him: "When you go back tonight, don't forget to bring a few jars of wine. Then we can share it with everyone and let everyone taste the flavor of this fine wine!"

After saying this, Song Yuan turned and left.

The moment he saw Song Yuan leaving, the fat man secretly clenched his fists and made up his mind.

From now on, as long as I am still alive, I will never let Song Yuan down.

Outsiders don’t know how much influence Song Yuan’s wine name has on Fatty.

Only the fat man knows!

Such fine wine will surely be passed down for thousands of years, and by then, everyone who tastes the wine will mention the name Zhao Gong!

This is not profit, but great fame!

With this name alone, it is not a dream for Fatty to become famous all over the world!