The best county magistrate

Soon, Zhou Miaomiao found Zhang Biao two streets away.

"Brother Biao, hurry up! Something happened to me in Youfeng Tower!" She didn't forget to take a few breaths after she finished speaking, and her acting was very vivid.

Zhang Biao was stunned, roared, and ran towards Youfeng Tower with two government officials.

When several people rushed to Youfeng Tower in a hurry, the old madam Hua Gu was talking and laughing, asking Yang Xuanchen to come and play again next time.

Zhang Biao looked at the scene in front of him and was a little confused. Didn't Miss Zhou say that something happened to the master? Why did he look so good?

He pulled Yang Xuanchen a few steps away and asked in a low voice: "Master, where is your fucking hair? In broad daylight, you are whoring..."

"What are you asking for? Please tell me clearly, what kind of person am I?"

"My officer, this is called experiencing folk customs and observing people's sentiments!"

Yang Xuanchen straightened his clothes, smoothed his hair, and said righteously.

"Aren't you just trying to make a fool of yourself? Why are you here?"

Zhang Biao muttered angrily, "I thought you were beaten for sleeping with a girl without paying her."

Yang Xuanchen stared at Zhang Biao and pointed at you for a long time, "Forget it, let's talk about it when we get back."

He looked around and didn't find Zhou Miaomiao, so he asked casually: "Where is Miss Zhou?"

Say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will arrive.

Zhou Miaomiao ran to them panting, "Old... Master, are you okay? That's great!"

Yang Xuanchen looked at her suspiciously, wondering, how could she know that I was in danger just now?

In fact, in Youfeng Tower, Yang Xuanchen was almost beaten by Hua Gu and her men.

In his haste, he cleverly made up a game with the girl, where he played the game of Lord Qingtian rescuing the girl who had fallen off her feet.

Yang Xuanchen took a deep look at Zhou Miaomiao, then smiled and said: "What can I do? It's getting late, let's go back to the Yamen."

Then he ordered the other two government officials: "Go to the Chen family's blacksmith shop and get back the things I ordered two days ago."

When Yang Xuanchen returned to the county government office, Chen Song and two government officials were carrying a strange-shaped object to the dining room.

"Mr. Yang, what are you doing with this iron lump? You are in such a hurry." Chen Song finally saw Yang Xuanchen and wanted him to explain the questions in his mind.

This iron knot is composed of two large pots, which are tightly connected and inseparable.

Two holes were opened in the upper part, and a spout as thick as a fist was cast on one hole.

A closed iron chimney from thick to thin was cast on the other hole. A small opening was opened on the chimney, leading out a long serpentine iron pipe.

After everyone worked together to put the iron knot on the stove, Yang Xuanchen took an empty wine jar and placed it under the serpentine iron pipe.

"Mr. Yang, stop working so hard and tell us quickly, what is this?" Chen Song asked again.

Yang Xuanchen rolled his eyes at him, "This is called a still, used for brewing wine."

"What? What kind of distillation is this? Can this thing make wine?" Chen Song couldn't help but curse.

"You'll know in a minute, just wait!" After Yang Xuanchen said this, he and Zhou Miaomiao fetched several jars of fruit wine that had been fermented for several days from the stable yard.

He ordered Zhou Miaomiao to light a fire, while he filtered the fermented wine first, and then slowly poured the original liquid in from the spout of the iron pot.

After a while, a strong aroma of wine emerged from the mouth of the pot.

When Yang Xuanchen saw that it was almost done, he blocked the mouth of the pot with a piece of clean gauze.

After a while, transparent liquid slowly flowed out of the serpentine tube.

As more and more liquid filled the wine jar, the aroma of wine wafted out of the dining room.

"I'm going to blanch it, sir, what are you busy with? Why is the aroma of the wine so strong, and there's even a hint of sweet fruit in it!"

Zhang Biao was the first to rush in, wiping the hazelnut at the corner of his mouth and pretending to scoop up a glass of wine from the wine jar.

With a snap, his hand was hit by Zhou Miaomiao, "Master hasn't spoken yet, why are you so anxious!"

Zhang Biao rubbed his hands and looked impatient. He was obviously addicted to alcohol.

"Miss Zhou, this is the most critical step in making wine, called distillation!"

"Wine brewed by ordinary methods not only tastes bad, but is also not suitable for long storage."

"After distilling the wine, the residual yeast is removed, which prevents the wine from secondary fermentation and facilitates storage."

“It also greatly reduces the sour and spicy taste.”

As he spoke, Yang Xuanchen pointed to the long serpentine iron pipe and said: "The raw liquid evaporates to form wine vapor, and the steam condenses through the slender iron pipe, finally forming drinkable wine."

Seeing that the impurities in the wine jar had settled some more and the wine had cooled down, Yang Xuanchen scooped a cup for each person.

"Try it. Today's wine contains ginseng and sweet fruits. It should have some sweetness in your mouth. If you are not used to it, there will be others in a few days..."

Zhang Biao raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then his eyes were as wide as copper bells, "Old... Master, you still say that you are not a god descending to earth? I... I have never drunk such good wine."

Chen Song first smelled the aroma of the wine, and then slowly took a sip, "This wine has a slightly fruity aroma, and is dense in the mouth. The aftertaste is extremely sweet. It doesn't feel spicy in the throat, and there is a sense of warmth in the stomach." .”

Zhou Miaomiao was a little surprised by Zhang Biao and Chen Song's reactions.

She sourced the rice used for making wine and washed the sweet fruits. She did the entire brewing process herself, and the raw materials were only of ordinary quality. She did not believe that a single distillation method could produce good wine.

Moreover, it only took three days.

Could it be that Yang Xuanchen is really a god descended to earth?

With doubts, Zhou Miaomiao took a sip of the fruit wine in the glass.

A strong shock suddenly filled her heart, causing her to completely forget to breathe, and her pupils could not help but dilate.

"This wine...how could it be like this?"

The shocked expressions of the three people were all seen in Yang Xuanchen's eyes. He also took a sip and made a dissatisfied voice, "Oh, it's still a little bit behind. Let's go back and study how to improve the quality."

Zhou Miaomiao: "???"

Zhang Biao: "???"

Chen Song: "???"

Yang Xuanchen shook his head and ordered: "Miss Zhou, there are still a few jars of fruit wine. You can get them later. The still needs to be improved later. You can figure it out."

Before Zhou Miaomiao could recover from the shock, Yang Xuanchen dragged Zhang Biao and Chen Song out.

She looked at the remaining wine in the glass for a while, then raised her head and drank it all.

Looking at Yang Xuanchen's leaving figure, Zhou Miaomiao had many thoughts in her heart.

"Are you really the Great Luo Jinxian who came down to earth to save the people?"

At some point, the coachman Lao Wang followed the smell of wine to the dining room and happened to hear Zhou Miaomiao talking to himself.

A smile appeared on his extremely ordinary face, "Miss Zhou, of course I am here to save the people of Li."

"Huh? Uncle Wang, what do you say?"

"I was originally the groom of the Hanlin Academy. In response to Master Liu Qingshan's request, I escorted him all the way from the capital to Qingshui County..."

Lao Wang was recalling and talking about his various experiences after becoming Yang Xuanchen's groom.

"Uncle Wang, are you saying that not only is my literary talent outstanding, but my medical skills are unparalleled in the world?"

"Then how can he still make salt and make wine?"

After listening to Lao Wang's narration, Zhou Miaomiao's doubts became even greater.

Lao Wang didn't explain any more to her, and walked out with the wine jar in his arms, "Please tell me that a few days ago, I went to Qian's Mansion to arrest someone, and he was almost hacked to death..."

"Fortunately, a heroine saved his life. Miss Zhou, if you were that heroine, what would you do?"

"I...I will..."

On the one hand, it was the master's order, and on the other hand, she couldn't bear to kill in vain. Zhou Miaomiao choked on her words for a while.