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Early the next morning, Zhou Sheng was a little surprised that Hou Ji went to Zhangjia Village to bring many people. In addition to the four guards around him, there were also twenty yamen runners in the Qincheng County yamen.

At this time, Zhou Sheng finally believed what Hou Ji said yesterday. He is now different from before.

You know, the county yamen in Qincheng has always followed the Wei family. Ordinary people come to Qincheng. Without the approval of the Wei family, no one can invite the yamen runners in the county yamen.

When Hou Ji arrived, the Qincheng County Yamen was in full swing... This is enough to show how powerful Hou Ji is now.

"Zhou Sheng...!" Hou Ji laughed and said, "Let's go... take me to Zhangjia Village to see how I got the recipe for the monkey wine in Zhangjia Village!" While smiling, Hou Ji enthusiastically patted Zhou Sheng on the shoulder.

Zhou Sheng had no choice but to compromise slightly and said, "Yes..." and then took Hou Ji and his party to Zhangjia Village in Qinling Mountains.

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At the same time, Ang Lee had just woken up in Zhangjia Village. Because it was raining last night, he could smell the freshest fragrance when he woke up early. Today, Ang Lee got up early to see the potatoes, that is, potatoes, in the cellar.

Because Zhangjia Village now doesn't have to consider the food issue at all, Ang Lee almost forgot all the potatoes.

Fortunately, Ang Lee remembered today. Although Ang Lee had no ambitions, Ang Lee still felt that Potato, a species that can benefit the people, should be promoted.

If it can be promoted before the disaster year, so that the people can die fewer people, it will be Ang Lee's fortune.

Ang Lee hurriedly got out of the cellar in the morning and found that the potatoes in the cellar did not sprout. Ang Lee felt relieved. Since the temperature on the Qinling Mountains was a bit low, Ang Lee felt that he should plant these potatoes in March and wait for some days.

I hurriedly climbed out of the cellar and heard Qing'er shouting for breakfast there. Of course, the breakfast in the Tang Dynasty is not called breakfast, but snacks, but Ang Lee is a modern person, and he still likes to call breakfast.

In the past, Zhangjia Village basically didn’t eat snacks, so I could just get it in the morning. I basically had a meal until around 11 o’clock, and then continued to eat it until the evening, two meals a day.

Now there is no shortage of money and grain. The snacks in Zhangjia Village have also improved. Some people eat steamed cakes, including flower rolls, steamed buns, buns, etc.; and pancakes. These pancakes are not Shandong's coarse grain pancakes, but are more like fried meatballs made of mixed vegetables and noodles into a ball and fried in a pan.

However, Ang Lee's family usually eats pineapple and pineapple (a meat soup with yellow rice is a kind of meat soup)... In the morning, eating a bowl of hot meal to warm the stomach, and Ang Lee feels comfortable.

But this morning, just when Ang Lee had just finished a bowl of ginger, something troublesome came.

"Where is Ang Lee... Let Ang Lee come to see me?"

A few sharp sounds sounded. At this time, Ang Lee looked out and saw that the gate of the courtyard was pushed open rudely. Then dozens of people broke into the courtyard, including Zhang Hu, Xue Ding, Meng Ke, Zhao Qing and others blocked the front.

Ang Lee saw Zhou Sheng at the first time, so he walked out of the room and asked loudly: "Shopkeeper Zhou, what's wrong?"

"You are Ang Lee..."

Zhou Sheng didn't say anything. A thin man next to Zhou Sheng looked at Ang Lee with a domineering look, his voice revealing a slow disdain.

"I am Ang Lee...who are you?" Ang Lee asked with a frown at the thin man.

"My name is Hou Ji... Xue Huaiyi, the General of the Right Guard of the Tang Dynasty, who was named the General of the Assistant State, was our adopted father. My adopted father knew that your Zhangjia Village had brewed a kind of wine, and he liked it very much, so he asked me to buy your brewing recipe."

As he said that, Hou Ji threw out his usual money and said in Ang Lee's yard, "Is it enough?" After saying that, he showed a calm smile.

"Are you sick..."

Hou Ji did not get Ang Lee's answer, but Meng Ke on the side said first: "You have always paid for the recipe for brewing wine by my young master. I think you are crazy?"

"Bold..." Hou Ji looked at Meng Ke fiercely and shouted: "Do you, a bad guy, want to die... You dare not sell what my adoptive father wants?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four guards beside Hou Ji pulled out their waist knife as soon as possible.

Such behavior is to take the initiative to tell Ang Lee and others, that's right... they are just trying to be tough.

Zhang Hu narrowed his eyes slightly, and just as he was thinking about whether he was going to fight back, Manager Zhou came out to smooth things over and said, "Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth... Why do you need to use a knife?"

As he said that, Manager Zhou walked to Ang Lee and whispered: "Young Master Li... Look at the back... They are all from Qincheng Government Offices, and the people do not fight with the officials. Now they just want a recipe for brewing wine.

Could it be that the young master must not let go of these tigers and wolves see them?"

The words of Manager Zhou made Ang Lee feel a little relieved. Indeed... If he had to fight with the other party, there would be no meaning at all. The name of Xue Huaiyi, Ang Lee knew that the person who was the emperor of the Tang Dynasty was still the one who was unlucky to fight against this person.

And the recipe for making wine is actually very simple, it is just a distillation... Maybe someone will crack it soon, and now Zhangjia Village has accumulated a certain amount of money, so more and more profitable things can be made later.

A recipe for making wine is given, and it is given.

Thinking of this, Ang Lee gave a breath and said: "Zhou Zhang's name is right... Harmony makes money. Since the recipe for brewing wine was requested by the Duke of the State, it was not always accepted by Zhangjia Village. The Duke of the State was a contribution to the people of the Tang Dynasty, so Ang Lee would give the recipe for brewing wine with both hands, without taking any penny."

"Haha...haha...this is called knowing the current affairs..." Hou Ji laughed wildly and loudly. The laughter was very harsh, and the people in Zhangjia Village showed bad eyes.

However, Ang Lee had already spoken, and Zhang Hu also gave a look. The look meant to follow Ang Lee's arrangement. The young master and the elder brother made the same decision. Meng Ke and others could only do it no matter how angry they were.

Afterwards, Ang Lee asked Qing'er to go into the room and took out the brewing recipe he had written. Ang Lee's idea at this time was to calm down and not want to cause more trouble. After all, he just wanted a comfortable life.

But what Ang Lee never expected was that just when Qing'er handed over the brewing recipe written by Ang Lee to Hou Ji, Hou Ji looked at Qing'er's eyes and emitted a lustful light.

You should know that although Qing'er is a girl from a mountain village, she is naturally beautiful and hard to give up on herself. She has a white melon-shaped face and a pair of watery eyes under her curved eyebrows.

When laughing, the eyes are curved like crescent moons, as if the spirit is overflowing. Every frown and smile shows the girl's agility and cuteness.

So Hou Ji, an old guy in his forties, was suddenly moved by Qing'er's cuteness. Just when Qing'er handed over the prescription, this old pervert actually caught Qing'er's little hand.

Then he smiled wickedly and said to Ang Lee: "She...I want to take her away too!"
Chapter completed!