Riding and slashing the world.
Market space.
There were more and more wine jars placed at Zhang Qi's feet.
It wasn't until night fell into the world of riding and slashing that the three jars of fermented sorghum he fermented were completely distilled.
The jars are not small, and each jar can hold thirty or forty kilograms of fermented material. Of course, because there must be a gap, each jar only holds thirty kilograms of sorghum for fermentation.
Three jars weighed ninety kilograms. After distillation, Zhang Qi got about twenty kilograms of primary wine and about three to five kilograms of miscellaneous alcohol wine.
Calculated in this way, Zhang Qi's brewing process is almost the same as the output ratio of four pounds of sorghum to one pound of wine.
However, this is after counting the mixed alcohol wine. Excluding the mixed alcohol wine, the output ratio of Zhang Qi's winemaking process is 4.5:1.
"Well, there should be room for improvement. In the past, in the countryside, those old people could almost control their drinking to three pounds to one pound."
Zhang Qi rubbed his chin, which was starting to grow stubble, and thought.
Immediately he turned his head to Hu Jiu and asked, "Write everything down?"
Hu Jiu nodded: "I have written down your Majesty, every step and what operation should be done in any situation."
Zhang Qi snorted and said, "Okay, follow my method first, and the fermented sorghum you will add later will be left to you."
"Okay, Your Majesty."
Hu Jiu added a stroke to the notebook and responded happily.
Bending down, Zhang Qi took the marked wine flask in his hand. Three to five kilograms of fusel alcohol were packed here. He would definitely not dare to drink it. Drink the mixture of fusel alcohol and methanol. One sip can cause dizziness at the slightest level, and fainting at the worst level. Zhang Qi doesn't know how much he needs to drink to cause death.
Regarding how to use these mixed alcohol wines, Zhang Qi thought for a moment at the edge of the market.
First, I took it to the market and checked the price. Three to five kilograms of fusel alcohol can be sold for eighty-eight dinars in the market, which is not as valuable as sugar.
"Okay, keep it, I happen to be going to Donghu to see if I can find an opportunity to give it to King Donghu.
If you don't have a chance, just keep it and hoard it. Although you can't drink it, it can also be used to make Motov cocktails. "
"As long as the alcohol content is high, mixed with sugar syrup, and a little bit of gum is added, this thing can be considered a sharp weapon in this era."
Zhang Qi was secretly thinking at the side, Hu Jiu had already asked people to start moving the residue after brewing.
Ninety kilograms of fermented product will still be ninety kilograms after distillation, even heavier due to moisture, which is a pity. If brewing is made outside, these distiller's grains can be used to feed fattening cattle, which can provide a lot of nutrients.
But now...
He also raised cows in the world of riding and slashing. They were cows purchased to supplement the meat, eggs, and milk for the wolf cubs. They were created by the system, and feeding livestock with distiller's grains has pros and cons. The good thing is that it is nutritious and can be fattened, but the bad thing is that it will reduce the breeding quality. Fertility of cows.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Qi felt that he should bring some cattle in for experimental feeding to gain experience in using various silage feeds to feed cattle and sheep in the future.
Now, under his guidance, these fifteen-year-old wolf cubs can all write and read. Although people outside of simplified Chinese may not be able to understand it, he can understand it.
The living wolf cubs are already very good at recording data, so it is the best choice to experiment with various things in the world of riding and slashing, and then use the results with the outside world.
Thinking of this, Zhang Qi looked at Hu Jiu who was standing aside: "Ah Jiu, I'll give you a task."
Hearing Zhang Qi's call, Hu Jiu's eyes lit up. In the hearts of these wolf cubs, as long as they could help Zhang Qi, they would be very interested.
"Your Majesty's command."
"I will send some cattle and sheep in later, and you are responsible for taking care of them. The daily feed is mainly sorghum green storage and distiller's grains. We mainly record the growth rate, meat, milk, and breeding status of the cattle and sheep.
Divide these cattle and sheep into groups and raise them for comparison. One group will be raised as I told you before, and the other group will be fed normal grass. "
Hu Jiu quickly wrote and drew in the notebook. While writing, he took orders: "Yes!"
"By the way, where's Hu Er? Ask him to come over."
Seeing Hu Jiu finish writing, Zhang Qi asked again.
Hu Jiu looked at the helpers and saw that Hu Er was not there. He thought for a moment and said, "The second brother should be in the arena. I'll have someone call him."
As she said that, she waved her hand towards the person carrying the lees and shouted: "Thirteen, your Majesty wants to see the second brother, go and call him."
"Oh, got it."
In the crowd, a young man with short hair shouted back, then put down his things and walked away.
Looking at his back, Zhang Qi thought thoughtfully: "How old is Thirteen this year?"
Hu Jiu's attention was still on the book. When he heard Zhang Qi's question, he said smoothly: "You are one year younger than me. He is fourteen this year."
"Fourteen... So, you are also fifteen?" Zhang Qi looked at Hu Jiu. Because in the world of riding and slashing, these brats do not lack nutrition, so they all look taller than the adults in the outside world. .
"It looks like he really likes you. What about you, do you have any thoughts about him?"
Zhang Qi rarely has some thoughts on gossip. He needs to play his role at all times to consolidate his authority in the outside world, but in the world of riding and slashing, these brats who have been implanted with spiritual points have long been his die-hard members. So he is more relaxed here than outside.
As soon as Zhang Qi said these words, Hu Jiu's whole face turned red.
Okay, needless to say, Zhang Qi knows.
"Hahaha, okay, needless to say, I understand. Just wait a few years. If you complete all the tasks I gave you, when you are eighteen, I will personally solemnize the marriage for you two."
Zhang Qi burst out laughing, and Hu Jiu blushed.
About half a quarter of an hour later, two figures appeared at the street corner. One of them was Shi San, who was out looking for someone, and the other, a strong figure that was a head taller than Shi San, was Hu Er.
From far away, Zhang Qi could see that the figure looked majestic and majestic, but as soon as he got closer, the silly smile on Hu Er's face immediately weakened most of his momentum.
From being majestic and majestic, he has become a fool whose only characteristic is that he is tall.
Hu Er has been acting stupid since he was rescued by Zhang Qi. When he was a child, he couldn't even speak completely. He got a little better as he got older, but he was limited to normal communication. In terms of thinking ability, he was still the same as a seven or eight-year-old. of little children.
But don't look at his stupidity, he is a dominant player in the arena. After he grows up, even Sokal is slightly inferior to him in the training matches of the arena.
With thick arms and a strong body, Zhang Qi is half a head taller than him when standing in front of him. You must know that Zhang Qi is now over 1.7 meters tall with sufficient nutritional supplements. Even this is not the only one. Fifteen-year-old Hu Ergao.
"Hey, I've seen you, I've seen you, Your Majesty."
