The restaurant selected by Feng Changqing is not very large, but it is one of the few high-rise buildings in Yancheng except the palace.

Chen Guang looked at the waiter who was familiar with the road and led them to the private room on the roof, and knew that Feng Changqing was a regular visitor here.

"Judge Feng, you haven't been here for a long time. A batch of goose rice wine has just entered the shop."

After Chen Guang and Feng Changqing sat down, the owner of the restaurant came to entertain him in person, smiling and said, "Who doesn't know that Leng Meng Er is a confidant under the curtain of Gao Dugu. Sooner or later, he will be in charge of the field and the affairs of the garrison. If he offended this person, he will not think about doing business in Taiping, Yancheng in the future.

"Then make two pots of goose rice wine, can there be new dishes on the food list?"

"The food order is still the same, judge Feng, you..."

"Then you'll serve the dishes as usual."

"The restaurant, the sergeant downstairs, just serve good wine and meat, don't shorten their food."

Chen Guang asked Feng Changqing to drink, but Wang Shenyuan and the others were not qualified to go upstairs to accompany him, and even Duowen could only stay below.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lang, have you heard it? Why don't you go down and treat the soldiers well?"

"Chen Lang is generous. Do you know that although this is not the most prosperous area in Yancheng, the wine and food here are not cheap."

"Captain Wang and his team guarded me for many days, and they were just some wine and food."

In front of Feng Changqing, Chen Guang no longer called me, but changed to me who was more casual and close. Feng Changqing smiled when he heard this, thanks to the restaurant owner who had already gone downstairs to urge the kitchen himself, otherwise he would be afraid that he would be frightened.

The cold-faced judge, the cold-faced Feng Er is the name of Feng Changqing by the people in Yancheng. In the past, there were always major cases in the city that could not be solved. In the end, Feng Changqing decided to solve the case. Many murderers were in his hands. His reputation even stopped children from crying at night. People said that if the cold-faced Feng Er could laugh, the iron tree could bloom.

Soon the wine and food were served, and the goose rice wine recommended by the owner of the restaurant was sweet. Thinking of the wine I drank these days, Chen Guang always felt that the lifespan of those poets who were good at drinking in the Tang Dynasty was not long, and most of them were diabetes caused by drinking.

"What, doesn't this wine taste like Shen Lang?"

Feng Changqing noticed the slightly frowning of Chen Guang's eyebrows when he was drinking, and couldn't help asking, and the wine cup in his hand tightened a little without realizing it.

"Brother Feng doesn't know that my grandmother is good at brewing wine. The wine is as clear as water, but it enters the throat like a ball of fire. It is extremely strong. I have grown up drinking that wine since I was a child, so I have an amazing alcohol tolerance."

"I'm not afraid of Brother Feng's joke. I've come back with Dudu to drink a lot of grapes, and they're all so sweet..."

Chen Guang smiled bitterly, there was no distilled liquor in this era, it was all sweet wine fermented naturally by grain and fruits. When he thought of drinking these things in the future, he felt boring.

Feng Changqing did not doubt that he was there when he heard this. Because Chen Guang's expression was sincere, he explained why Chen Guang's alcohol was so great, so he loosened his fingers holding the wine cup a little.

Thinking of the good wine brewed by Ah Niang in Chen Guang's mouth as clear as water, but also as fiery as fire, Feng Changqing couldn't help but be fascinated, "I don't want such good wine in the world!"

Chen Guang, who just got a large area of ​​land, has already calculated the subsequent expenses. In addition to rehearsing "Jiuzhou Tong" and not allowing Gao Xianzhi, the boss, to lose face, the most important thing for Chen Guang is to make money. After drinking so much wine in the Tang Dynasty, Chen Guang felt that distilled liquor was a big deal and would definitely be huge profits.

However, any industry with huge profits must be guaranteed by reliable force. If Gao Xianzhi and Feng Changqing were not able to rely on it, Chen Guang would never have thought of making distilled liquor. "Brother Feng, I will not hide it. My mother's ability to make wine is influenced by me when I was young, and I remember a lot. I have never tried it myself. When I have time, I will try to make wine. If I have a good wine, I will definitely ask Brother Feng to drink."

"Then I'm waiting for the good news from Chen Lang, but Chen Lang must not be delayed by the important affairs of the protector."

Feng Changqing turned the wine cup with half of the left hand, and suddenly lost the interest in drinking. It was fine if Chen Guang didn't say it, but now he also felt that the wine was indeed a bit too sweet, and he felt uncomfortable after drinking too much.

This goose rice wine is not very good, but the steamed dishes on it are good: the mutton is smooth and tender, the fish is fresh and sweet, and the vegetarian dish is light, but it is extremely refreshing with the sauce.

Seeing that Chen Guang had eaten all the dishes he ordered, Feng Changqing also had a little more heartfelt expression on the corner of his eyebrows.

From upstairs to the lobby, Chen Guang saw that the soldiers were already full and drunk, except for Wang Shenyuan, they were a little drunk.

I took the money to pay the bill, but the food cost Chen Guang’s little three stakes, the big one was all on the wine. Although the fang soldiers drank ordinary rice wine, each dou cost more than 600 yuan. After drinking more than 3 dou, the fang soldiers drank about two stakes of wine.

Nowadays, the rice price in Chang'an is only 70 cents per dou of rice, and the rice price in Anxi is not more than fifty cents when it is the most expensive, and most of the time it floats between twenty or thirty cents.

He quickly calculated the calculations. Chen Guang had a rough idea of ​​the huge profits of the wine industry in this era. When he was chatting, he heard Feng Changqing say that famous wines in the world are like the rich water in Yingzhou, the Wucheng is like the lower part, the earth cave spring in Xingyang, the stone cold spring in Fuping, and the fire spring in Jiannan are always worth thousands of yuan per bucket of wine. If he really made the distilled wine, the price would be sold even if it doubled.

Not to mention Chang'an City, there are many rich Hu merchants in Yancheng now, and there are no worries about not having any sales.

"Brother Feng, I have bought this house now, but I still want to buy some reliable personnel. Please ask Brother Feng for advice."

Chen Guang suppressed his passion and asked Feng Changqing that he had heard of trade on the Silk Road from the fang soldiers. In addition to various goods, slaves were also large-scale trade. For example, the famous Kunlun slaves, and the Silla maids were the standard for the officials and wealthy families in Chang'an City.

Yancheng is the capital of the Anxi Protectorate and the trading center of the Silk Road in the Western Regions. In the Tang Dynasty, it was the largest slave trading market except Chang'an City. Slaves from Europe, North Africa and Central Asia will be traded and trained here.

Chen Guang thought that what he wanted to do next not only required labor but also confidentiality, so there was no better choice than a slave.

"It seems that Chen Lang is going to command someone to the end today!"

Feng Changqing laughed lightly and the man had already walked out of the restaurant and Chen Guang followed him. This wine was worth it. With Feng Changqing here, no one could cheat him.

Behind the two, Duowen's face was full of sorrow. The man who spent money so generously, I don't know how long it would last for the remaining 300 knots; the soldiers were happily talking in a low voice that the mansion was bought and wanted to buy a child servant, and they might as well go to the mansion to be a guard in the future!

"Brother Feng, why hasn't anyone been interested in that place just now?"

Although Feng Changqing was there, Chen Guang was very relieved about the land he bought for a hundred guan, but he was still curious about the large area in Yancheng, which was abandoned and no one had any thoughts.

"That was a warehouse, and the owner was a survivor of the Persian royal family. Persia was destroyed by the Great Food. The last prince had begged our Tang Dynasty to send troops to help him restore the country, and finally he was granted the title of kingdom to live in Chang'an."

When Chen Guang listened to Feng Changqing's words, he realized that the Persian royal family fled to the Tang Dynasty and was highly treated. At that time, the Tang Dynasty set up the Persian Governor's Office and competed for power in the river with white clothes and food. He did have the intention to help the Persians restore the country, but the Tang Dynasty had limited troops in the four towns of Anxi, and the restoration of the country had to rely on the Persians themselves.

But the Persian prince who fled to Chang'an did not have the ambition to restore the country. The people below were also addicted to the prosperous life in Chang'an. In the end, the restoration of the country became a shout. However, the Tang Dynasty still favored these Persian tribes. The warehouse in Yancheng used to be the industry of a Persian tribe. It was only a few years ago when he was doing business in the river, he died at the hands of the Tuqi Shiren.

The warehouse was also depressed. Originally, the place was sold at a high price, but the dignitaries in Dongcheng, Yancheng, looked down on Xicheng, and the Hu merchants who had the financial resources to buy were afraid of getting into trouble. In the end, the warehouse was held in the illegitimate son of the man in Yancheng, and no one was concerned about it.

"The illegitimate son of the Persian clan was addicted to alcohol and sex, and owed a lot of debts. One hundred trump card is enough to send him away."

"Where is Chang'an?"

"There has been no news for several years, which shows that people don't care about this warehouse. Chen Lang is so worried that he can just use it. At that time, Chen Lang will complete the documents and procedures for him, and there will be no future."

"Thank you, Brother Feng, for your care."
Chapter completed!