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The eldest grandson Wugou looked at Li Wenbin with a smile: "Wenbin, I hope you don't blame your father, he beat you because he cared about you."

"The son understands that the father and the king only do this because he is afraid that his son will go astray. Mother, rest assured, the son is not a person who does not know good and bad."

"Well, I'm relieved if you can think that way, Qiuxiang."

"Yes."

Qiuxiang came over and handed a box to Kisaragi.

"This is the golden sore medicine that the prince specially ordered me to bring to you. Let someone apply it to you later."

"Thank you, father, for giving me the medicine."

Even though he said so, Li Wenbin didn't believe Changsun Wugou's words at all.

Then who is Li Shimin? He is a straight man of steel. If he wants to admit that he was wrong in a disguised form like this, it would be better to kill him directly.

The matter was over, but Changsun Wugou didn't leave in a hurry: "Wen Bin, I see those bottles and cans piled up in your yard, what are they for?"

"Oh, back to the mother, it's for the son to make wine."

"Brewing? When did you learn how to make wine?"

"This is also what my son figured out when he was free."

"Then let me ask you, where did the potatoes come from? They didn't fall from the sky, did they?"

"Uh... my son forgot."

No matter how much Changsun Wugou pressed him, Li Wenbin's answer was either "forgot" or "can't remember".

"Forget it. If you don't want to say it, it's fine. Anyway, this is a matter of great benefit to me, Tang Dynasty, and the prince. This time, I will let you go."

Changsun Wugou looked at the bottles and cans outside and narrowed his eyes.

Li Wenbin knew the elegant meaning from hearing Xiange: "Mother, the son and Uncle Cheng discussed the business of brewing wine. But the son feels that he may not have time to take care of it in the future. Why don't we ask the mother to take care of it for the son?"

"This is what I said, if I do this, won't I steal your business?"

"Mother cares so much about her son, why would the son think this way? What the son just said is the truth. Please also learn from the mother."

"Well, since you are so filial, then I will take care of it for you reluctantly."

"Then ask the mother to send some smart and reliable servants, and the son will teach them the craft."

"Okay, it's settled like that. Oh yes, I almost forgot about the important event. You prepare, the Chinese New Year will be in a few days, and then go to the palace with your father to pay New Year's greetings to your father."

"Gah?"

"You can't go, no excuses are useless. I will send someone to bring you the clothes you wear in the palace later."

"Yes, my son knows."

Li Wenbin replied weakly.

"Looking at your tired and lazy look, I can't help but get angry." Changsun Wugou hated iron and steel, "If other people can enter the palace to pay New Year's greetings to Father, they will be so happy that they can't sleep for a few days. You That's fine."

"Mother forgives the sin, but the son just feels that although the palace is good, it is not the son's home."

Li Wenbin's words made the expression on Changsun Wugou's face suddenly softer: "I know, just bear with it, after entering the palace, you must not cause trouble, understand?"

"Yes, my son has remembered that he will never embarrass his father or his mother."

The eldest grandson Wugou left satisfied, and after a while, a group of maids and nuns poured into Li Wenbin's small courtyard.

Without saying a word, he pressed Li Wenbin on the chair and changed his clothes.

"Hey, what are you doing, let me go."

"Ah, don't pinch..."

Ruyue looked at Li Wenbin who was surrounded by the maids and nuns, with a look of envy on her face, but she also knew that such a "good thing" would not be her turn.

After tossing for more than an hour, Li Wenbin, who is handsome and unrestrained and can fascinate countless ignorant girls in the Tang Dynasty, made his debut.

Ruyue covered her small mouth and exclaimed: "My God, Mr. Xiao Lang is so handsome."

Li Wenbin, who had been tossed to the point of dying, gave her an annoyed look: "This is obviously suffering, this mother, tell the princess, can I not go?"

A chubby old palace maid said with a smirk: "Of course it is possible, but the concubine should ask Xiao Langjun to say it in person. Those of us who are servants don't dare to say such things."

Li Wenbin had no choice but to let them toss and go, and everyone was busy again, helping him measure his body before leaving.

Immediately, the Gao Chief brothers came to report and told Li Wenbin that all the wine-making utensils had been prepared according to his request.

This is the real thing. Li Wenbin took Ruyue to the backyard, and saw a huge pot on the ground. On top of the pot was a large cylindrical wooden barrel with a strange lid on it.

Kisaragi asked curiously: "Xiao Langjun, what is this?"

"Oh, this thing is called a distiller, and it's a device used to distill out all the impurities in the wine."

"Oh, that's awesome."

People in the Tang Dynasty loved wine, but they usually drank newly brewed wine, because undistilled wine was too low in alcohol content, and the storage conditions were very harsh, and it would spoil if not careful.

Good wine that can be preserved for several years or even decades consumes a lot of manpower, material and financial resources, and it will only be produced when there are major festivals or entertaining important guests.

After distilling the liquor, there is no such worry, not only the taste will be more luscious, but also the consumption can be greatly reduced.

In fact, from the point of view of ordinary people, it is not a suitable time to take out distilled alcohol.

It's best to wait until Li Shimin ascends the throne and entrust himself to other places as a vassal king before doing this.

However, after so many days of thinking, Li Wenbin felt that the risk of doing so was still very high.

In the Tang Dynasty, the prince was not very valuable. Even if he used distilled wine to grab a lot of wealth, he would not be able to keep the wealth without a matching identity and sufficient strength.

If Wu Zetian came to the throne, the children of the clan in the Tang Dynasty would live worse than pigs and dogs. By that time, they would have crazy wealth in their hands, and that would be the way to death.

After careful consideration, Li Wenbin decided to take out some technologies now to make friends with powerful people and build a community of interests——Enemies may not be enemies forever, and friends will not be friends forever——

Only interests can bind everyone firmly together.

Just when he was about to start making wine, a bright and proud little rooster appeared in front of Li Wenbin.

"What are you doing?"

Li Tai put on an old-fashioned look, pointed at Li Wenbin and asked.

Glancing at him, Li Wenbin didn't speak, but Li Tai flew into a rage when he saw that he was being ignored.