BXBX NOVEL Chapter 13: brewing
Wang Hong let out his breath for a while, and then he calmed down a little. During the fierce fight just now, due to the high level of concentration, I only wanted to kill the opponent.
Now calm down, looking at the corpse in front of him, I felt a sense of discomfort.
It was too dangerous this time, if he hadn't succeeded in sneak attacking, he should be the one lying on the ground now.
Finding a piece of cloth to cover the corpse, he began to treat the wound for himself. The wound on the chest was deep enough to show bone. Just happened to get a bottle of Baiyusan at Jishitang last time.
Added some salt to the cold boiled water, and carefully cleaned the wound with light salt water. While grinning in pain, Wang Hong felt that he was quite a man, but unfortunately there was no audience, and no one saw that he opened his wound and cleaned it without changing his face. heroic.
After washing it again, sprinkle the white jade powder evenly on the wound, and then wrap it with boiled sackcloth. Swallow the remaining Baiyu powder with water.
Wang Hong thought that he would have to prepare some healing medicine in the future, but he didn't have any medicinal materials to grow.
Really good medicinal materials are hard to come by, and they cannot be bought with money.
The main drug of Baiyu San is Baiyuzhi within ten years. This medicinal material is extremely picky about the growth environment, and it usually withers and dies in less than ten years. Only in very special environments can it grow to more than ten years.
After dealing with his own affairs, Wang Hong endured the nausea and discomfort, and groped around the masked man for a while, only to find a few taels of silver and a bottle of Baiyusan. It seems that this white jade powder is really a good medicine for warriors to travel at home, killing people and stealing money.
Take off the mask of the masked man again, and see that it is a white-faced and thin man in his fifties, and Wang Hong has never seen this person before.
Wang Hong went to the patrol team to report the matter again and asked them to carry the body away. It was late at night after all the work, and he was a little dizzy due to a lot of blood loss. Wang Hong ate all the remaining broth and finished eating. Fall asleep.
The next day, Wang Hong took a few days off with Feng Laomo, the military instructor, to concentrate on recuperating at home. At this time, I was making a pot of tea and drinking it slowly, and I was still holding a very old book in my hand.
At this time, there was a knock on the door of "Duk! Duck! Duck!" outside. It turned out that Zhang Tiemao, Li Xiaoya, Hua Wenjue and Lu Jingou had heard that Wang Hong was injured, so they came to visit him.
During this period of time, the few of them often practiced battle formations together, and they were all children at heart, and they didn't have much effort, so they quickly played together.
Wang Hong took out a large plate of raspberries to entertain them, as if things in the space would slowly mutate over time. This raspberry used to be only the size of a finger, but now it is almost the size of a pigeon egg. Eating it also has the effect of increasing one's energy, but it is not as obvious as the rice and wheat in the space.
Li Xiaoya twirled one, put it in her mouth and sipped it lightly with her tongue, the whole fruit burst and turned into sweet juice, which flowed down her throat. Li Xiaoya gave a comfortable "hmm" and asked, "Wang Hong, where did you buy this kind of fruit, it's delicious!"
Zhang Tiemao swallowed three fruits in one gulp, and said: "This should be wild on the mountain. I have picked this kind of raspberry on the mountain before, but it is not as big and delicious."
"I picked it on the mountain yesterday, but unfortunately the tree is too small, so that's all I picked." Wang Hong said, purposely saying that the picking was over, so that he would not have to take everyone to pick it.
Lu Jingou stuffed the fruit into his mouth and said vaguely: "This kind of fruit must be delicious when made into wine. I used to pick wild grapes from the mountains to make wine. This kind of fruit should be better than wild wine." Be fragrant."
Hua Wenjue twirled a fruit gracefully, and said, "Little kid doesn't learn well, and drinks like adults all day long."
"You are only one year older than me, and I didn't see you drinking less wine last time." Lu Jingou hastily retorted.
The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is interested. The raspberry plant in Wang Hong Space used to be half the height of a person, but now it grows taller than a person. The most troublesome thing is that a batch of fruits can be formed in a few days, and if they are not removed in time, they will fall to the ground and take root again.
Originally planting this raspberry is the daily snack for myself and my little brother. Sometimes Wang Hong puts unfinished food in a few large jars. Those big jars of raspberries can just try to make wine.
Wang Hong discovered that there is an advantage in the space. As long as it does not directly touch the ground, things can be kept fresh forever and will not break.
But as soon as it touches the ground, as long as there is a little bit of life, everything will take root and sprout. Previously, Wang Hong made a wooden shelf to put the harvested grain in the space.
Unexpectedly, two days later, new roots grew under the wooden shelf, and the shelf was covered with fresh and tender twigs. Later, the wooden shelves that Wang Hong put in were all dried in the sun and then roasted with fire.
Several people played around for a while, during which several people also told Wang Hong to be careful. Recently, the college is not peaceful, and people often sneak in. When it comes to the masked man, Wang Hong naturally has to publicize his heroic deeds of fighting the masked man. He got the admiring gazes of Zhang Tiemao and Li Xiaoya, as well as the suspicious gazes of Hua Wenjue and Lu Jingou.
Before he left, he invited Wang Hong to go hunting on the mountain when he recovered from his injury. Wang Hong thought that Qingyun Mountain was so big that it would be difficult for others to find him once he entered the mountain, so he readily agreed.
There is a private house on the north side of the valley where Qingyang College is located, and the professors and their families of the college live in this area.
There is a short street in front of the family area. On the side of the street next to the family area are some small shops, and on the opposite side of the shops are all small vendors.
Generally, the small things needed for daily life can be bought and sold here. As for large transactions, they usually choose to go to the county town.
Wang Hong was walking on this street at this time, looking at the shops and street stalls on both sides of the road with great interest. As long as passers-by take a second look at his stall, a roadside vendor will yell hard to attract business.
Most of the street vendors sell local specialties and mountain goods, and some students of the academy dispose of spare items, or go to the mountains to collect some medicinal materials, and hunt some mountain goods to sell here. The shops contain some daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, basic necessities of life.
Wang Hong found a Wanshi Distillery and went straight in. When you walk into the store, you will be greeted by the smell of wine, and you will be greeted by rows of large wine jars half the height of a person.
Before Wang Hong could open his mouth, a young woman with a happy face greeted him, "My little brother, I want to buy wine. This store has all kinds of fine wines, including Magnolia Spring aged for ten years, Jinyuye aged for twenty years, and new wines. The burning knife of the pot."
Wang Hong thought for a while, "I want to buy some wine to make medicinal wine, which kind of wine is better?"
The young woman introduced, "Then use a freshly baked burning knife. The wine is strong and the price is affordable, fifty yuan per catty."
Wang Hong immediately agreed, ordered a hundred catties of wine, and divided them into ten small jars. I also ordered some koji for wine making from the shop owner. A total of five liang of silver was collected, and the wine koji was considered a gift.
Wang Hong returned to the small courtyard, dug up five 40-year-old ginseng and five 40-year-old purple lucidum, soaked them in wine jars, sealed them with beeswax, and buried them in the space.
Crush the remaining raspberries in the space, add the koji and stir evenly, and then seal the mouth of the jar. After that, just stir it every few days.
In fact, as long as berries are crushed to make wine without adding koji, wine can be made into wine, but compared with adding koji, there will be more impurities in the wine and the wine body will be less.