Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Meng Qingge hadn't known Lin Ping for long, but she always managed to hear some fresh ideas from him.

For example, the old tea-frying technique, and the modern wine-making technique.

As one of the most renowned wineries in Kyoto, the Meng family produces a wide variety of wines, including yellow wine brewed with small koji, white wine brewed with large koji, and the wine that Lin Ping mentioned.

"Wine tastes bland and isn't popular in Kyoto. Would Qingfenglou really agree to let us brew wine to make up the numbers?" Meng Qingge asked doubtfully.

Having grown up in a wine cellar, she has naturally tasted all kinds of wines.

Personally speaking, she doesn't like the bland taste of wine, but this wine is mild and not easy to get drunk on, and its red color makes it look pleasing.

In short, wine was not popular in upper-class society.

"The wine tastes bland? It's not popular in Kyoto?" This time it was Lin Ping's turn to be surprised.

In the history he knew, wine became an essential item for the upper class after grapes were introduced during the Han Dynasty.

Because of its vibrant color, symbolizing nobility, it drives wealthy people crazy. However, due to the limited production of wine, even those with money may not be able to buy it.

But Meng Qingge didn't seem to be lying. With her years of experience in the business world, she shouldn't have made a mistake in the market research.

"Fine wine in a luminous cup, I long to drink, but the pipa urges me on. Do not laugh at me, drunk and lying on the battlefield; how many have returned from ancient battles?" Lin Ping recited a poem as an example. Wine is a top-quality beverage sought after by the upper class; how could it not be popular?

Meng Qingge stared at Lin Ping with her almond-shaped eyes. Putting aside the question of whether wine was popular, the poem alone was enough to shock her.

"My mother said that Young Master Lin is illiterate, so why does he speak so eloquently?" Meng Qingge voiced her doubts.

Seeing that his identity was about to be exposed, Lin Ping immediately scratched his head and said with a grin, "Is this what cultured people call poetry? I thought it was just a few rhyming lines from my hometown."

“In my hometown, wine is very popular, so many rhymes have been passed down. After hearing them so many times, I have memorized a few.”

"So that's how it is." Meng Qingge nodded, seemingly believing but not quite, still feeling that Lin Ping was a bit strange.

Sometimes she really wanted to go to Lin Ping's hometown to see what new things were still around, and maybe one of them could easily become a hit in the entire business district.

Getting back to the main point, Meng Qingge was more concerned about the wine.

"If Miss Meng doesn't mind, could I visit the Meng family's wine cellar to broaden my horizons?" Lin Ping chuckled, clearly wanting to see what the wines of the Daye Dynasty looked like and why they were not well-received.

The reason the Meng family has been able to get to where it is today is because of its unique brewing technique. Once the recipe is leaked, it will have no value whatsoever.

She thought about it for a long time, and finally nodded.

There are two reasons. First, Lin Ping had shown her his tea-frying technique without any concealment, which was definitely more valuable than the Meng family's winemaking technique.

Secondly, Lin Ping wanted to help her and had no intention of stealing the brewing technique.

Meng Qingge hesitated because the distillery didn't belong to her alone. If she brought someone from outside the family to visit, she might be slandered, especially by people like Meng Qingchao.

Lin Ping naturally knew her difficulties and thought he would be rejected, but he didn't expect Meng Qingge to nod in agreement, which was undoubtedly a sign of her trust in him.

To avoid suspicion, Lin Ping once again boarded Meng Qingge's carriage.

After leaving the city through Xizhimen, the road became a bit bumpy, and Lin Ping would intentionally or unintentionally rub against Meng Qingge's body.

Meng Qingge's face turned red from her neck to her ears, and her voice became somewhat trembling.

Seeing this, Lin Ping'an divided his strength and used his internal energy to control his body so that it would stop swaying, but the other person still snuggled into his arms from time to time.

He could never bring himself to ask if he could get off the bus and walk.

Meng Family Winery is located five miles northwest of the city, situated on the northern moat.

Kyoto has a well-developed water system with crisscrossing rivers. Most workshops were built along the rivers, which was convenient for both water resources and transportation.

Regardless of the era, water transport has always been the cheapest and most convenient option.

The Meng family's winery occupies one hectare of land, which is neither too big nor too small, but it is in line with the scale of a second-rate establishment.

Amidst countless astonished gazes, Lin Ping entered the winery, naturally attracting much discussion.

However, with Meng Qingge leading the way, these people dared not openly obstruct them.

Upon entering the distillery, Lin Ping was immediately captivated by the enticing aroma of the wine. If he weren't so bad at drinking, he would have definitely downed two ounces.

The most abundant items in the distillery are wine vats, hundreds of which are neatly arranged under the sunlight, absorbing the essence of nature.

Lin Ping wasn't particularly interested in these yellow wines and white wines, but it wasn't that they couldn't be improved. At the very least, he could distill the white wine to make it stronger, which might appeal to some people.

In fact, according to the history Lin Ping was familiar with, the Yuan Dynasty already had distilled spirits. Although the Daye Dynasty was of a similar age to the Ming Dynasty, it did not experience invasions by nomadic peoples, so naturally it did not have this kind of distilled spirit.

In short, Lin Ping's main focus remains on wine.

"This is the only vat of wine, it was just brewed a few days ago," Meng Qingge said, pointing to a ceramic vat. Judging from her indifferent expression, she didn't have much hope for Lin Ping.

"The color is alright." Lin Ping glanced at it, then scooped up a spoonful and gulped it down his throat.

Just as he had guessed, the wine was somewhat sour and astringent, with a possible hint of sweetness.

Lin Ping smiled faintly, "Do you have any larger porcelain bowls?"

At his request, the worker brought over a porcelain bowl the size of a washbasin, looking at Lin Ping with disdain. "Look at his uncultured appearance, just like those refugees back then. After this fight, he'll definitely drink to his heart's content. This kind of country bumpkin only deserves to drink wine."

Lin Ping did not fill the porcelain bowl to the brim, but used a wooden spoon to scoop out a little bit, just enough to cover the bottom of the bowl.

He didn't drink it immediately, but instead vigorously shook the porcelain bowl to allow the wine to come into contact with the air as much as possible.

Before long, the wine's bright red color turned somewhat dull, and Lin Ping took a sip with great anticipation.

"Hmm, not bad, it has a bit of a semi-dry red wine flavor," Lin Ping said with satisfaction.

"Miss Meng, would you like to try some?" Lin Ping said with a smile.

Meng Qingge was clearly unwilling; sharing a drink with Lin Ping was tantamount to kissing him.

The other person's expression of enjoyment was clearly genuine. Meng Qingge was full of anticipation for this bowl of wine; she couldn't very well scoop out another bowl using his method, that would be quite hurtful.

Since she had taken the risk of bringing Lin Ping to the distillery, she wasn't afraid of anything even more absurd happening, so she took a sip just like Lin Ping.

The dark red liquid travels down the tip of the tongue and into the throat, leaving a faint, sweet taste that refreshes the mind and body.

"Huh? Why can't I taste any sourness?" Meng Qingge asked in surprise. She was certain that the quality of the wine had been greatly improved. Although it was not as good as the best baijiu or huangjiu, it could still satisfy the taste of the general public.