The ashes of the war dead have been settled in Silonia. Right next to the castle, a monument was built with bluestone, on which were carved the time of their death and heroic eulogies.
This is all Zhang Qi can do. In fact, he is not as mysterious as he spreads. He cannot make the war dead come back to life in this world. All he can do is to let them be buried in a dignified manner, and then worship them every year.
Zhang Qi stood in front of the monument and sighed. These people died under his selfish desires. Although it was immoral, Zhang Qi had no regrets.
The heart has a sharp edge, and the murderous intention arises from itself.
After pouring a barrel of beer from the world of riding and slashing on the land, Zhang Qi paid homage to them and left.
The wind carried dust and flew past the monument. A pig's head and a few roast chickens were Zhang Qi's last gifts to them.
After walking through the neat streets of Silonia and passing through an alleyway not far from the blacksmith shop, Zhang Qi arrived at the market of Silonia.
This is the widest place in the town, and Zhang Qi chose this place to make wine.
Whatever you need, it’s easy to buy.
Today is already the fourth day that he has entered the world of riding and slashing. The necessary tools have been built as early as yesterday. However, because he wanted to make a monument to appease his hypocritical heart, Zhang Qicai postponed the brewing until now.
Brewing is a tedious job. It takes a month or two to make wine. Fortunately, Zhang Qi can travel between the two worlds. At least he will not be kept waiting in terms of time.
After selecting the appropriate sorghum rice, Zhang Qi asked a few wolf cubs to follow him. He had to make the wine himself for the first time, because none of these people knew how to do it, but from now on, the job of making wine would be left to them.
Soak the selected sorghum rice in water for one day.
By the next morning, the soaked sorghum rice was moist and plump.
After taking out the soaked sorghum rice, Zhang Qi and others set up the pot and covered it with steamed linen cloth.
Start steaming the rice, steam it for about an hour, then cover it with water again, then steam it again until all the sorghum has cracks.
"Your Majesty, must the rice steaming time be limited to this long?"
Zhang Qi poured out the steamed sorghum, and Hu Jiu beside him asked thoughtfully while holding a book and paper that Zhang Qi made experimentally.
Zhang Qi glanced at her, then pointed at the spread sorghum and said, "Not necessarily. As long as they are steamed and there are openings, all the follow-up work I did before can be omitted."
Hu Jiu took a charcoal pen and wrote down what Zhang Qi said on the book, and nodded.
When the temperature of the hot sorghum rice dropped, Zhang Qi sprinkled a little bit of the distilled liquor on it, not much, just a little.
Now that he doesn't have distiller's yeast, he can only try to see if he can use wine as an inducer to make the sorghum grow distiller's mold.
I took a few pickled vegetable jars. This is the simplest single-item sealed jar. You only need to put the sorghum inside and cover it with a lid, then pour a circle of water to seal it. You can try distilling it after a few months. Drinks.
However, due to the lack of koji, whether the brewing can be successful this time depends on luck. As long as it is successful, the koji will be used in subsequent brewing, and the lees left after the brewing is completed can also be used as koji.
"Remember everything?"
After watering the jar and sealing it, Zhang Qi looked at Hu Jiu who was following him.
Hu Jiu nodded his head: "Make a note, Your Majesty. I will ask a few people to do a few more sets with me later as a comparison."
"Um."
Zhang Qi patted Hu Jiu's head with satisfaction. Now the thinking patterns of these wolf cubs are becoming more and more like his. Zhang Qi's training of them over the years has not been in vain.
It would take several months for the sorghum to ferment. Zhang Qi didn't stay here any longer. He closed his eyes and returned to the outside world.
The moonlight was just right at the moment, and it was midnight.
His appearance did not disturb anyone. It was not until he walked around the camp for a while that he was discovered by the patrolling soldiers.
"Your Majesty!"
The soldier on night watch saw Zhang Qi's unusual piety. The Kingdom of God that Zhang Qi described to his colleagues who died today made him yearn for it so much that he wished he could die in battle that night. Unfortunately, only the brave are qualified to receive the God of Heaven. The crown given to him, otherwise he would have wanted to commit suicide.
Zhang Qi chuckled twice and said, "Thank you, let's continue patrolling the night."
Then they walked past him. The group of soldiers on night patrol lowered their heads humbly. It was not until Zhang Qi passed by that they continued their night patrol.
Returning to the yurt, the two female soldiers guarding him at the door were gesturing face to face at the moment. However, when Zhang Qi was about five meters away from the yurt, the two female soldiers' eyes narrowed and they pulled out the daggers from their waists and struck fiercely. Look at Zhang Qi.
"Owner!"
When they found out it was Zhang Qi, the two of them knelt on the ground and saluted. Zhang Qi walked over and asked them to get up, and then asked curiously: "What were you doing just now?"
One of the younger female soldiers suddenly turned red in the face and hesitated, not knowing what she was talking about.
The older one next to her chuckled and explained: "Master, just now we were practicing the sewing skills you taught us that night."
"Really?" Zhang Qi looked incredulous.
Talk about sewing skills, just talk about sewing skills, why are you blushing?
Unable to think of a reason, Zhang Qi didn't bother to think about it. He opened the door and returned to his yurt. There was still wine waiting for him in the world of riding and cutting. He had to pass time in the outside world.
After a night of silence, Zhang Qi woke up from his sleep in the early morning of the next day.
The female soldier brought hot water and helped Zhang Qi wash up. Then Hui Ye arranged for someone to bring Zhang Qi's breakfast.
"Well, let's drink mutton soup in the morning. It's luxurious!"
After taking a delicious sip of the delicious mutton soup, paired with the crispy and fragrant naan bread, Zhang Qimei's eyes widened in confusion.
The mutton soup cooked with pine wood segments was very delicious. After a while, Zhang Qi ate all the mutton and mutton.
"Oh! I almost forgot. After the battle that night, the horse riding and slashing horses should be almost complete.
Someone come! Go pick out some of my horses and let Ma San take them for breeding. "
There was a word of 'Promise' at the door.
Then the shadows of the two people were seen leaving.
The morning air in the mountain forest was particularly fresh, and Zhang Qi walked out of the yurt with his chest expanded.
"A great day has begun...?"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Hui coming fiercely.
"Qi! Our fodder has bottomed out!"
"??" Zhang Qi stopped halfway when his chest expanded and looked at Hui in confusion.
"Didn't we snatch a batch from the Xiongnu camp yesterday?"
"I did bring a batch back." Hui nodded: "But you forgot, you also brought back four thousand war horses!"
"How big is the gap?" Zhang Qi rubbed his forehead with a headache. Is he rich? Wealthy, he has nearly 100,000 cattle and sheep, thousands of war horses, and almost over 10,000 ordinary horses under his command. The people under his command are not short of food, clothing, and meat for every meal. If this is not rich, what is wealth?
Is he poor? poverty!
Because the meat they eat is slaughtered cattle and sheep that cannot be raised!
The consumption of fodder is far greater than the consumption of people!
