I can see the book of life and death

Wang Yulan's actions made Zhang Mingtu feel that it was a bit fussy. He didn't think distillation was so difficult.

This is just the knowledge level of junior high school students in my previous life. Basically, if a junior high school student comes and explains the principles to him, he can do it.

But thinking about his future shown in the Book of Life and Death, he couldn't help but feel that Wang Yulan's actions were very reasonable.

Later, many scientific laws were very simple to say and looked very simple.

But in fact, no one has pointed it out, and if no one makes changes, it may remain the same for hundreds or thousands of years.

There were precedents for brewing wine during the Xia Dynasty, but distillation was not really invented until after the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

This development lasted for thousands of years.

This shows that distillation is still a bit difficult.

If no one understands it clearly, it may take hundreds or even thousands of years for someone to develop it.

However, Zhang Mingtu did not want to take this path of strict confidentiality.

The last time he walked through it, it didn't turn out very well.

This time, he wanted to try something else.

"If we just keep it secret, I'm afraid we won't be able to make a fortune. Even if we pass it on to our family, we won't be very wealthy."

"Mom, what do you think if you give this secret recipe to the Zhang family and the escort agency?"

Wang Yulan was stunned for a moment, and after pondering for a while, she nodded and shook her head.

"The family is not greedy for such things, but this matter must be dealt with slowly, and it is of great importance. Your father must come back and we can discuss it together."

It is no wonder that Wang Yulan is cautious. Being able to brew fine wine, especially top-notch fine wine, can make a fortune in any era.

Didn’t you see that the big A in the future is not technology stocks or startup stocks, but Moutai.

Although Wang Yulan didn't think that much, she still had doubts in her heart. The profits from wine were too great.

Ordinary low-quality rice wine can be bought for ten cents per catty, or even worse, five cents.

The wine produced by Zhang Mingtu through distillation is clear and transparent, with a fragrant taste.

Even if it is not very famous, it can still be regarded as fine wine and can be sold for at least two taels of silver.

If it is beautifully packaged and has a good reputation for a period of time, it is not difficult to pay five taels of silver.

And it can be purified from ordinary rice wine. A pound of ordinary rice wine can be purified into less than half a pound. This is an exaggerated profit.

Such a secret recipe is enough to cause death.

Even among the same race, it is not so safe.

After all, even brothers can fight against each other, not to mention family members. In ancient times, there were many people who were exterminated.

At this point, we have to be wary of people's hearts.

At the very least, if you think about it from another person’s perspective, a distant relative in the family would hand it to you with a Moutai-level formula.

Zhang Mingtu was sure that he would not be able to commit suicide while seeking wealth.

But giving more profits to himself and giving less benefits to others is something Zhang Mingtu cannot guarantee he will not do.

Therefore, this matter is quite a test of people's hearts. Having experienced being murdered once for money, Zhang Mingtu did not dare to take it lightly.

However, in the last round of tests, Zhang Jiawei Escort Agency did not directly embezzle the secret recipe, but instead provided a lot of protection.

At this point, Zhang Mingtu chose to give the Zhang family more trust.

Of course, being cautious is the only way to stay safe in the world.

The girl belonged to the Zhang family. The reason why she didn't misappropriate the secret recipe may be that the restaurant had already grown big and famous at that time.

In addition, Zhang Mingtu's reputation for his unique secret recipe had already spread. If the Zhang family tried to embezzle the secret recipe at that time, it would be ridiculous.

After all, they are all members of the Zhang family, and they still have to respect each other, especially when the cost of being shameless is too high and can easily lead to disunity.

"I have an idea. You don't have to sell the wine for now, but you can give some to the neighbors first.

"It's just a recipe I got from my grandpa. It's difficult to brew. I've only gotten a little bit over the years..."

"In this case, when my father comes back, he can use the recipe to discuss it with the family, which can be regarded as a foreshadowing in advance.

"At least those who are familiar with us in the family know that this recipe is ours..."

"What about the subsequent production volume? After all, our production volume is not small?"

Wang Yulan had not yet rounded the corner, but Zhang Mingtu smiled slightly.

"If the family treats us well, then the formula is improved by the family. If the family treats us less satisfactorily, then the formula is improved by us..."

"Ah this?"

Wang Yulan thought for a long time before turning around, and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "I don't know how you got such a stupid brain."

"That means you agree?"

"You have thought so well, how can you have any reason to disagree?"

"Then I'll get a jar first!"

Zhang Mingtu leaned over and picked up a small jar of distilled spirits, and ran out quickly without waiting for Wang Yulan to say anything.

It was already getting late at this time, leaving only the afterglow of the setting sun.

Zhang Mingtu figured out the path and walked straight to the martial arts arena.

Before I even reached the martial arts arena, I saw an old man with one arm lying on a recliner in the distance.

The old man was still in the same posture as before, lying lazily on the lounge chair, holding an equally lazy tabby cat in his arms.

The gestures and movements of one person and one cat are almost the same, just like a big cat and a kitten.

Zhang Mingtu walked over quickly, and when he was almost in front of the old man, the old man opened his eyes lazily.

"He's a child from the Jishi family. Why do you come here free?"

Zhang Mingtu stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "I received the guidance from my senior, but I can't repay it. I have been thinking about it in my heart. No, I brewed good wine at home, so I secretly brought him over."

"I don't……"

Before the old man could refuse, Zhang Mingtu slapped the mouth of the altar open.

Shaking the jar slightly, a strong aroma of wine suddenly came out, and the old man's eyes, which had only been opened slightly, suddenly widened.

What surprised Zhang Mingtu was that the civet cat in the old man's arms did the same thing.

Then the heads of the next old man and the civet cat moved forward at the same time, their noses vibrating continuously.

Zhang Mingtu was stunned when he saw such coordinated movements.

"Since it was specially given to me, it would be too outrageous for me to refuse."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Mingtu felt a light move on his right arm, and the jar of wine fell into the old man's hand. He picked it up with one arm, raised his head and took a big gulp.

“Good wine!”

After finishing a sip of wine, he exhaled a breath of wine and praised loudly.

Then, under Zhang Mingtu's surprised gaze, he raised the wine jar with one hand and approached the civet cat.

The civet cat was also unceremonious, dove into the wine jar, and took a big gulp.

After I came out, I also imitated the old man and burped a big wine burp.

“Good wine!”

Zhang Mingtu automatically dubbed the civet cat in his mind. He was convinced from the bottom of his heart by the man and the cat in front of him.

"As expected of a master!"