jdhmnovel Chapter 517 This bastard is definitely not going to spout anything good.
Chapter 517 This bastard is definitely not going to spout anything good.
Yang Shaofeng never worries about brewing.
For Yang Shaofeng, the so-called brewing was nothing more than calling Zhang Wuba over and ordering him in person: "Go set up a brewing workshop and brew the surplus sorghum from your stupid homes into wine. I want to make money from it."
It's that simple.
The reason he put on a show of being troubled and resistant was simply to make Zhu Chongba, that old tyrant, feel a little better, and to dig an even deeper pit for him, the Emperor Zhu.
After pondering for a moment, Yang Shaofeng accompanied Emperor Zhu as they strolled around the market, and said in a low voice, "Father-in-law, there is a question that I still can't figure out."
Emperor Zhu gave a curious "oh" and asked, "There's still something you don't understand?"
Before Yang Shaofeng could speak, Emperor Zhu hurriedly added, "Since you can't figure it out right now, just put it aside for now and think about it slowly later."
Yang Shaofeng's expression stiffened slightly, but he sighed and said, "No, this problem not only relates to the treatment methods for intestinal abscess and carbuncle that the Fifth Prince has figured out, but also to the national treasury's revenue. There's no time for me to think about it slowly."
Emperor Zhu was slightly taken aback and asked, "What's the problem?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Emperor Zhu wished he could slap himself.
We know this bastard is definitely not going to spout anything good.
But we also want to know what exactly his supposed problem is.
孽 孽!
Yang Shaofeng subtly curled the corners of his mouth and bowed to Emperor Zhu, saying, "There are strong liquors and sweet liquors. Even among strong liquors, some are more likely to intoxicate, while others are not."
"I'm wondering if the difference is due to the amount of something in these wines?"
"So-called distillation is nothing more than making water better, and making more of this intoxicating substance?"
"If this substance is called alcohol, and the amount of alcohol it contains is called its alcohol content, then do different types of alcoholic beverages have different alcohol contents?"
"The biggest headache for my son-in-law right now is how to define the alcohol content of liquor."
This is the real headache for Yang Shaofeng.
Yang Shaofeng just couldn't figure out how to measure the alcohol content of liquor.
After all, there were no professional instruments during the Ming Dynasty, and everything had to be done using rudimentary methods.
Can we calculate based on the difference in density between alcohol and water, and thus by using volume?
Or should we just ignite the liquor and calculate the remaining water?
This is a damn problem, outside of my area of expertise, and even just thinking about it for a little while makes my head spin.
However, these problems now belong to Old Deng, and I no longer need to worry about them.
However, to Yang Shaofeng's surprise, Emperor Zhu remained silent for a short while after listening to Yang Shaofeng's series of questions.
"Tell me first, how strong does the liquor that Lao Wu needs have to be?"
Emperor Zhu frowned slightly and asked, "Also, how does this question about degrees relate to the national treasury's revenue?"
Yang Shaofeng chuckled inwardly, but put on a serious face and bowed to Emperor Zhu, saying, "The higher the alcohol content of the wine, the more grain is needed, and the higher the selling price will naturally be."
"Including the Fifth Prince's side as well."
"I always feel that the Fifth Prince needs a certain strength of liquor, and it's impossible for all liquors to meet his needs."
Emperor Zhu scoffed at Yang Shaofeng's statement.
Following that scoundrel's pattern, even if he adds a single drop of alcohol to water, he'd dare call it nectar and sell it at a high price. Now he's saying that the higher the alcohol content of a liquor, the more valuable it is—isn't that pure nonsense?
Besides, what did that bastard just say?
Alcohol.
degree.
With these two words as a basis, it means that this bastard definitely knows what's going on here.
Of course, judging from this scoundrel's habitually ignorant and incompetent nature, he probably only knows a little bit and wants to use us to mobilize more people to help him figure out the definition of this degree.
Emperor Zhu scoffed and said sarcastically, "You can't figure these things out, and neither can we."
"However..." Emperor Zhu changed the subject, "we can point you in the right direction."
What the hell?
Wasn't this old Deng originally a cowherd monk?
How could he possibly know anything about brewing and alcohol content?
wrong!
Zhang Wuba couldn't even explain the family's traditional winemaking techniques clearly, yet this beggar son-in-law seemed to understand them.
Yang Shaofeng glanced at Emperor Zhu suspiciously, then cupped his hands and said, "Please enlighten me, Father-in-law."
Emperor Zhu chuckled and said, "Write a letter to Biao'er and ask him to send you a few craftsmen who know how to brew wine, and the kind of craftsmen who are literate and can do arithmetic."
Yang Shaofeng's expression froze once again.
What's going on?
I was trying to dig a pit for Lao Deng, but in the blink of an eye, Lao Deng kicked me into the ditch instead.
He actually ordered me to write a letter to Zhu Biao, that black sesame dumpling maker, requesting craftsmen who were literate and could do arithmetic!
Hilarious! What respectable scholar would want to become a craftsman?
Not to mention the artisans who were literate and could do arithmetic.
Just as Yang Shaofeng was secretly grumbling to himself, Emperor Zhu chuckled and said, "Just write whatever you want. It's hard to say whether there will be any artisans who are literate and can do math, but it's certain that it will give Biao'er, the Duke of Han, and the Earl of Chengyi a headache."
Ok?
Yang Shaofeng was completely stunned.
What gave Zhu Biao, Li Shanchang, and Liu Bowen a headache?
Very well, you, Zhu Chongba, look like a respectable person with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but it turns out you're not such a good person after all!
First, he turned the tables on the guests, and then he used someone else to do his dirty work.
This old man is actually playing the Thirty-Six Stratagems with me?
While pondering this in his mind, Yang Shaofeng smiled and said, "Father-in-law is right. I will write a letter to His Highness the Crown Prince as soon as possible."
Since Lao Deng asked him to write to Zhu Biao to request personnel, then he should write it. He should also ask Zhu Biao for a few more craftsmen. At the very least, he should take this opportunity to first establish the prestige of Dengzhou University.
If all goes well, we can also redefine some conceptual terms and units of measurement along the way.
For example, volume and density.
For example, liters and milliliters.
This is called taking advantage of someone's misfortune or robbing someone when they are in trouble.
Of course, using Deng's influence to do one's own thing can also be considered managing upwards.
……
Yang Shaofeng accompanied Emperor Zhu on a leisurely tour of the Dengzhou border market.
In the process, they also lost another fifty strings of cash.
That's right, Zhu Chongba came to the border market to vent his anger, but he didn't bring any money with him again.
Yang Shaofeng's usual allowance of one hundred guan was once again stolen, successfully shrinking from one hundred guan to fifty guan.
The only thing that Yang Shaofeng found regrettable was that Empress Ma showed no interest in shopping.