Yam now tells everyone that he has a good daughter, and he likes to straighten his back, and looks very much like those literati and doctors. In the past, if he dared to do this, he would have been kicked to pieces by the veterans long ago. Now the veterans will only smile and nod, and say that after the war, they will go home and ask their mothers and aunts at home to try their best to have a daughter. If they are like bitter wine, they will give them away after giving birth to a boy, that is the money-losing thing!

War always makes some people successful, including Bai Dong; men always make some women successful, this is bitter wine.

The Battle of Shaoliang lasted for three days and three nights before it ended. Every day, wounded soldiers came down from the battlefield, and the injured camp doubled. Since Bai Dong returned from the battlefield that day, he has been silent and silent. He can no longer see him lying on a rattan chair leisurely basking in the sun. Mr. Bai goes out of the injured camp every day, visiting the wounded soldiers, chatting with them, and even treating them with his own hands.

Mr. Bai always had many wonderful ideas. He asked the craftsmen in the army to make a special pot pot. The turbid Qin wine was treated with this thing, and it became a clear and transparent "alcohol". Mr. Bai said that this kind of fresh thing called alcohol is not allowed to be drunk because it is pure and can indiscriminate human nature and can only be used to clean wounds. It is indeed a good thing. The medical officers said that the wounds washed with this thing are rarely red, swollen and cracked. The uncle and son did not believe in evil, and he said he would not drink it, but he wanted to drink it. As a result, he was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue and never dared to touch alcohol again. He deserved it. Who told him not to listen to his husband?

The little secret of high-purity liquor being dressed as alcohol. Bai Dong did not tell anyone that after the craftsman brought a special steamer, he hid in a tent alone to make it, and even bitter wine was not allowed to be watched. This kind of thing should not appear in ancient times, it was too wasteful of food. Moreover, if high-purity liquor was popularized in ancient times, it would not be called improving the quality of life, it was murder!

Bird wine doesn't understand these many truths, only knowing that after the gentleman came down from the battlefield, he seemed to have become another person. In the past, he was like a cloud, which always made people feel unpredictable. Now he is like a towering tree, more real and safer. The gentleman always has an inexplicable charm, making her want to get close to him. When the gentleman treats the wounded soldiers in the camp, she will study very seriously until her technique is more delicate and smarter than the gentleman, and her smile is sweeter than the gentleman. Gradually, Bird wine is no longer the businesswoman woman who exchanges a song for a penny, but a shiny goddess. Unfortunately, this goddess belongs to Mr. Bai, and no one dares to touch it, otherwise she will be beaten up by ten thousand fists!

The bitter wine that rises and the boats allow yam to enjoy what it means to be expensive for a father and daughter. In the past, when I bought a steamed bun, I had to bend over and talk to the Qin army respectfully. Now the Qin army chef would only blink at him and secretly stuff two big steamed buns into his arms. The yam was swaying across the market like a woman, and would not be ridiculed. Qin Junzu would say yam brother, who would really cry. He lived for half his life to be considered a person. He would thank his daughter... No, thank Mr. Bai.

Bai Dong really changed his life with his daughter. Now the veterans will give him the best trophy to sell him first. He refused to agree if he gave too much money. He pushed and shoved him as if he had arrived in the country of gentlemen. In just half a month, he had purchased more than a dozen weapons, and as long as he carried them back to Liyang, it would be a lot of money.

The happy yam came to Sishang Camp humming a little song. Mr. Bai specially sent the camp soldiers to find him. Is his daughter going to achieve the right result? The merchant family dare not have much delusion. He only hopes that Mr. Bai can be merciful and be a maid. When he came, the veterans gave the most sincere blessings. In everyone's eyes, this is a foregone conclusion. Even if the bitter wine is put on wings, it will not fly out of Mr. Bai's palm, let alone the bitter wine will not fly.

"Mr. Bai, what are you doing?"

The merchant's sense of smell is always the most sensitive. Yam immediately discovered the new thing that appeared in the Sishu Camp, which was a rectangular willow wood plate. Several soldiers of the camp were lifting the newly cooked beans and pouring them into the wooden plate. Then they placed a lid on the wooden plate, pressed it down gently and vigorously, then picked up the lid, removed the four sides of the wooden plate, and a smooth and whitened thing appeared in front of them.

"This is called tofu, which is soft in the mouth, can be eaten and eaten with vegetables, can be mixed with wild vegetables, can be cooked with meat, can be made into soup, it tastes delicious, and is most suitable for the wounded soldiers with bad appetite..."

Bai Dong waved his hand, and the Huotou Army of Sishuying went with tofu. Today, there were fresh items for the brothers to eat. Following Mr. Bai, he gained knowledge. This thing plus the rotten noodles from some time ago will be the standard recipe for Sishuying from now on.

"Mr. Bai..." Yam was a little frightened. He heard that the king had issued an order. Some new things Mr. Bai had made in the Sishu Camp should be kept as secrets. Why should he tell himself what he should not be asked?

"Don't worry, I thought of the method of making tofu. I will not blame you too much for whom I want to give it to."

Bai Dong looked at Bijiu: "Brother Yam, it's easy to make money from a knife, but it's not easy to use. The army is still too dangerous. Take Bijiu away from here. Go to Liyang and Yongdu... Old Qin people are so popular, the cheap ones have no vegetables, and wild vegetables are not available at any time. Beans and beans are cheap. If you make them into tofu and sell them, you will have at least three times the profit. This is a big business. If you manage them properly, you won't be long before you will become a famous rich businessman in Qin..."

"Sir, don't you drink bitterly?" Bird wine covered his mouth in surprise, tears burst out from his eyes, his face turned pale in an instant, and his body was trembling. Mr. Bai didn't want me anymore, he wanted to drive me away, I'm leaving, who will pour him a basin of hot foot washing water in the future? Mr. He loves to burn his feet before going to bed. How can those soldiers with thick hands and thick feet control the heat? The water they pour is not too cold, it will be too hot...

"Thank you Mr. Bai, please drink bitterly, go with dad." Although I was a little disappointed, the profits that tofu might bring still made Yam very happy. He said goodbye with a smile. What does a girl know when she cried and knew. It is your blessing for the gentleman to keep you. If you ask you to leave, that is a poor life and a shallow blessing. No wonder others.

"Why! Why!"

He suddenly shook his father's hand, rushed to Bai Dong, staring at this unfaithful person, why did you abandon me? Don't you know that if Mr. Bai leaves Mr. Bai, it will really turn into a glass of bitter wine?

"Black wine, believe me, I won't harm you..."

Bai Dong sighed: "Believe me, this war is not as simple as you think. The storm is about to rise and variables are everywhere. I have a reason to stay here, but you don't. I want to see a safe and happy life of bitter wine. Don't want you to be in danger, do you understand?"

"Sir, you are not afraid of danger when you drink bitterly. Isn't it also dangerous to stay here? You don't leave bitterly!"

"I said, I have a reason to stay here. Anyone who advises me to leave will harm me! But I must ask you to leave, otherwise it will harm you! Go to Liyang, I will go in the future."

"real?"

Just like a little girl, she was crying miserably just now, but now she was laughing in spring. The flowers were blooming, and she happily stretched out her little finger with bitter wine: "Look."

"The hook is hung on the hook and will not change for a hundred years."
Chapter completed!