Sanle is called Anmolle, Pilile, and Halile. Sanle pulp is fermented and brewed from these three medicinal materials. Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the Persians who came to China brought Sanle pulp.

Wine making technology.

The Persians mixed these three plants together to brew Sanler wine, which not only relieves heat and plague, but also strengthens the spleen and eliminates food. The Sanler wine, which was combined with medicinal effects, became a famous wine in Chang'an City at that time. As time went by,

With the passage of time, it became popularized.

This kind of wine has a great feature, that is, it has extremely low alcohol content!

Anyway, Fang Chongyong was drinking it as a post-meal digestion drink.

As for how the small amount of Sanlejiang in the Bai Dinh Army came from, it is because some of the Bai Dinh Army came from Persia and knew how to brew this kind of wine.

The sun was setting and the cool breeze was blowing. Before the temperature difference between day and night in Baitingbao changed dramatically, Fang Chongyong moved the "Grand Master's Chair" he had just built according to his intention to the city wall of Baitingbao. He sat on it and rocked the chair gently, feeling

Looking at the magnificent scenery in front of you.

Drink a cup of Sanlejiang and look at the great rivers and mountains of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It is really a worthwhile trip!

"Brother Fang Xian, I am not worried that the recipe is not good, but I just donate it to the saint. Isn't it inappropriate?"

Xin Yunjing, who was standing next to Fang Chongyong, asked in a low voice. He was standing with Fang Chongyong sitting, making it look like he was the envoy of the Baiting Army!

But to be honest, Fang Chongyong is the real boss here in Baitingbao. He can be said to have great hands and eyes, and is much more impressive than Xin Yunjing, who manages an army of thousands of people.

After learning that the prescription had been handed over to Xiao Jiong, the newly appointed governor of Hexi Province, and that from now on the medicinal materials would be exclusively supplied by the Baitinghai Ranch with "outstanding people", Xin Yunjing breathed a sigh of relief and felt his heart in his throat again.

This matter is really full of joy and sorrow.

The good news is that as long as Bai Tingjun uses his connections to create hype, it will be very easy to promote this medicine called "Shunqi Cynomorium Tea" to the Hexi Corridor and even the Western Regions. Because there is Li Longji, a sage of the Tang Dynasty.

Endorsed by credibility.

All good things are used by emperors. Anyone who doesn't use them is a fool. If there are conditions, he will use them. If there are no conditions, he will use them if he creates conditions!

What's more, Fang Chongyong is well versed in marketing. He knows very well that the more low-key a name is, the more mysterious it will be when it is circulated in private.

Xin Yunjing feels that this kind of thing is just like a beauty wearing clothes. If she is naked, she looks like a beast, but it is vulgar and unattractive to men;

If you wear too much, you will be beautiful, but if you are too solemn and less charming, you will keep men away. They will only watch from a distance and do not want to play with you.

Only clothing that is half-covered and half-covered can attract men's attention and encourage them to do bad things.

The name of this medicine is just like this. Smoothing Qi is to regulate the spleen and stomach, and Cynomorium is used to strengthen the foundation and nourish the body. People who are good at seeing this "tea name" can only say that they all understand it, and there is no need to overdo it.

Explanation. This kind of name is much better than "trembling jiao", which sounds less serious at first sight.

It can be said that those who have seen it will not buy it, those who have bought it will not ask, and those who have used it will not tell.

Xin Yunjing thought of women's clothes from the marketing method, and couldn't help but be in awe of Fang Chongyong's "talent".

No matter what happens to this child in the future, just looking at it now, his little brain is really not comparable to that of ordinary people.

"Don't worry, the saint is also a human being. He pays more attention to the harmony of yin and yang. Brother, don't think too much. Bai Tingjun sells medicinal materials without stealing them. The money comes clearly. Even if the saint knows about it in the future, he will only talk about Xin Jun.

To make money in a proper way."

Fang Chongyong waved his hand indifferently and said.

"This Baitinghai is really picturesque, and the years are so peaceful!"

He looked at the lake in the distance again and couldn't help but sigh.

"Who says otherwise? Ever since the Turks declined, the grazing around the Baiting Sea has been in order. It is truly a paradise on earth."

Xin Yunjing was also very emotional. A few years ago, the Turks still had some strength. The Baiting Army was the front line of the confrontation between the Tang army and the Turk cavalry, and the last barrier to prevent them from going south.

At that time, even though the scenery here was picturesque, not many people paid attention to it. Because the war was fierce and dangerous, people would die if they were not careful!

Nowadays, the Tubo people are powerful and rampant. In the process of confronting the Tang Dynasty, they can actually have the upper hand in many cases! Therefore, Baitinghai, far away from the Tubo border, has become the rear area for the Tang army to herd and raise horses!

Just seeing that "above" placed Fang Chongyong in Baitinghai, Xin Yunjing was deeply in awe of the strong background behind him. This was really not the treatment that ordinary officials who parachuted to Hexi from the imperial court could receive.

Even if Xin Yunjing himself was able to serve as the Baiting Army's envoy, he had made many military exploits and used many connections to be able to take office.

"I'm tired. I'll go back to sleep first."

Fang Chongyong yawned. That was the only bad thing about Sanlejiang. After drinking it, he wanted to have a good sleep.

Like a young man from Wuling who was fighting cocks and walking dogs in Chang'an, he casually said hello and left the tower.

Arriving at the wing room at the highest point in Baiting Castle, as soon as Fang Chongyong came in, he saw Anaye making the bed and folding the quilt, busy cleaning.

He sat down at the desk as if nothing had happened, spread out a large piece of paper, and wrote down the name of Baitinghai's special product on the paper.

Fennel, Cynomorium cynomorium, Cistanche deserticola, wolfberry, licorice, shallots, an unknown melon, musu (a type of grass)... It is indeed a geomantic treasure land. If there were no wars here, how wonderful it would be.

Fang Chongyong recorded everything he observed around him today, and the inexplicable emptiness and uneasiness in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Everything he eats, drinks and plays in front of Xin Yunjing is just for Fang Chongyong's protection. After all, his status as deputy military envoy gives him power. Who knows what Xin Yunjing's true thoughts are in his heart.

Acting a little different will make Xin Yunjing feel at ease. The so-called guarding against others is indispensable.

Fang Chongyong still thinks very clearly about these.

"You will go back to Chang'an in the future, so what's the point of recording the specialties here?"

Anaye felt as if she had been fed gunpowder. When she saw Fang Chongyong hunkering down at his desk to write as soon as he came back, he was very angry!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Traveling thousands of miles is like reading thousands of books. When reading, you need to take notes."

Fang Chongyong said lazily, and put today's notes into a special wooden box, and would compile them into a special volume when he has time when he returns to Chang'an.

There will be another book published in the future, called "Fang Yanei's Travels to the Western Regions", which will definitely be passed down to future generations.

What was the most important thing when living in ancient times?

King Tu’s hegemony?

Maybe, but there is only one person who can be the emperor, and only a few people who can be the top noble. How many people in the world can achieve such an achievement?

The meaning of survival in ancient times lies in "writing books and establishing theories" and passing them on to future generations!

But there is no need to explain these big principles to Anaye, a native girl from the Western Regions.

"Um...Fang Laique told me today that he wants me to come and sleep with him at night. What does sleeping with him mean?"

Anaye asked a little embarrassed.

Waiting for bed?

Fang Chongyong was stunned for a moment, and then felt horrified.

Let alone the past life, even if you let such a young girl sleep with you now, it would be a crazy thing!

"You don't have to take what that little fool said seriously in the future."

Fang Chongyong sighed helplessly.

"I also think that he also said that you promised him to marry the prime minister's daughter in the future.

I asked him what his identity was, and he said proudly that he was a member of your family. Doesn’t this have the same identity as mine? What’s there to be proud of!

What's even more irritating is that Fang Laique also told me not to have any ideas for him, because he doesn't look down on me, and only the prime minister's daughter is worthy of him."

Anaye covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing out loud. Thinking of Fang Laique, a little fool, saying these nonsensical things to her in a serious manner, she could not imitate that tone and demeanor.

"Go to sleep."

Fang Chongyong felt tired when he mentioned Fang Laique.

He pointed to the wide bed and said, "You sleep in it."

"Oh...then what else do you need me to do?"

Anaye asked in confusion. She didn't know about men and women, but she also knew that she would definitely be Fang Chongyong's woman from now on.

"Just lie there and it'll be fine."

Fang Zhongyong sighed with a droopy face.

The girl who was raised only by her father was so pitiful, and I couldn't blame her.

"Is it that simple to go to bed?"

Even if Anaye is a fool, she still knows that the word "waiting" contains the word "waiting". As a slave, how can she just lie down?

"Can you please stop mentioning that word?"

Fang Chongyong opened his mouth to explain, but finally sighed.

Anyway, Anaye will have to sleep with her in the future. When she grows up, she can slowly understand this kind of thing by herself.

The two of them turned off the oil lamp and lay on the bed. Anaye turned sideways and pressed the palms of her hands on one of Fang Chongyong's arms. In the dim light in the room, Fang Chongyong saw her big eyes staring at his face.

.

"What's wrong?"

"When will we go to Chang'an?"

Anaye asked softly.

"The war is about to begin. It's impossible to return to Chang'an."
To be continued...