Chapter 259 Medicinal wine is born!

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It's time!

Ying Ziye turned around and left, coming to the backyard kitchen.

At this time, dozens of stoves were burning together in the kitchen.

Hou Qing and Jianjiu, together with a group of servants, were sitting around a large iron pot, playing with rice, wheat and other grains, as well as individual herbs and medicinal stones.

The fire was raging under the big iron pot, and the water in the pot was boiling.

The rice and wheat have been soaked in cold water and poured into the pot.

Add the grains and just enough water to cover them.

"Master!"

When Jian Jiu, Hou Qing and others saw Ying Ziye coming, they greeted with a chuckle: "The materials have been prepared, the wine koji is also ready, and now we are making medicinal wine."

Ying Ziye had previously given the two of them a recipe for making wine, as well as a recipe for making koji, to make medicinal wine.

It can be used as an anthelmintic and detoxifying agent for the soldiers of the Qin Empire who are attacking South Vietnam.

"well done!"

Ying Ziye looked around the kitchen. All the tools and materials were there.

The servants on the side were cleaning the medicine, revealing honeycombs, whole scorpions, mountain arrowroot mushrooms, white zombie silkworms, toad skins...

There are also mung beans, yam, cork, honey, angelica root, licorice, realgar powder, cinnabar medicine stone and so on.

Ying Ziye, Hou Qing, Jian Jiu and others added these medicines into each large iron pot one by one.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour.

The rice grains mixed with the medicine were taken out and spread on a tray aside. When they were almost cool, they were poured into a large wooden barrel.

"Add koji!"

Ying Ziye said.

Jian Jiu took out a piece of white distiller's yeast, crushed it and sprinkled it in the barrel. Hou Qing used a wooden stick to stir the medicinal grains, and poked a hole out.

A servant on the side held a wooden board to tightly compact the medicinal materials and grains in the wooden barrel.

"Okay, just wait for twelve hours!"

Ying Ziye smelled the rich medicinal fragrance in the kitchen and took a deep breath.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Jian Jiu showed an eager smile, with saliva at the corner of his mouth, and said with emotion: "I'm so looking forward to it. With so many things added, it must be delicious and filling."

The next day.

Morning time.

Ying Ziye took Hou Qing and Jian Jiu to greet the servants in the house and rushed to the kitchen.

At this time, the large wooden barrels in the kitchen continued to exude a faint aroma of wine, including the aroma of grains and medicine.

So refreshing!

Ying Ziye sniffed gently and opened a wooden barrel. He saw that the hole left in the medicine grain was filled with turbid yellow-white wine.

“It’s time for distillation!”

Ying Ziye took a look and said.

The servants in the mansion picked up the big iron ladles, scooped out the turbid wine and poured it into the iron pot.

Bamboo tubes with the bamboo core partitions removed were placed on top of the stove, connecting the iron pots to the pottery altars.

boom!

Cover the pot lid and seal the connection between the bamboo tube and the iron pot tightly.

Hoo ho ho!

The servants in the mansion added firewood to the stove and ignited it, and it started burning again.

Gulu gulu!

The wine in the iron pot began to boil.

Steam rises, but the iron pot is sealed and can only flow out from the bamboo tube.

Through the long bamboo pipe, it is already September and the temperature has dropped.

The steam in the bamboo tube gradually cooled, and only strands of light yellow crystal wine flowed out and fell into the pottery jar.

The extremely rich aroma of wine overflowed, and Jian Jiu couldn't help but step forward to pick up a jar and taste it.

"It's warm in the mouth, slightly spicy, with a hint of sweetness, and a hint of bitterness."

Jian Jiu smiled and praised: "Not bad, not bad, and it has the effect of replenishing qi and blood, refreshing the mind."

"It's just that for martial arts experts like me, the replenished energy and blood is extremely weak, but it's still good for ordinary warriors!"

Hou Qing also took the medicinal wine, took a sip, and said, "This product should also be able to detoxify, but it requires experimentation."

At this time, a servant came forward and said respectfully: "Master, let me try it."

"Can!"

Ying Ziye nodded slightly and said calmly: "Yang Fan, I remember you."

He knows every servant in the mansion.

The servants looked excited when they heard this. The Eighth Young Master actually recognized him!

There are many herbs left in the kitchen, some of which are also toxic.

Yang Fan smiled and took a bite of the poisonous weed, quietly waiting for the poison to develop.

Ying Ziye wasn't worried. Anyway, with him and Jian Jiu and several martial arts masters around, these poisons could be easily detoxified.

Everyone was waiting and talking quietly.

After about a cup of tea.

Yang Fan felt a little dizzy and had a fever, and his eyes were drowsy, so he poured a glass of medicinal wine and drank it in one gulp.

Ying Ziye, Jian Jiu and others all looked over expectantly.

After a while!

Live up to expectations.

Yang Fan gradually improved during this period, his eyes were bright and clear, he rolled like a carp and changed from a sitting position to a standing position.

"Sir, I'm ready!"

Yang Fan felt that his whole body was full of vitality and said excitedly: "And the power of my blood seems to be running much faster and boiling."

"good!"

Ying Ziye nodded slightly and said with approval: "Well done, I will go to the accounting room to receive three gold coins as a reward."

"Thank you, sir!"

Yang Fan said gratefully.

Although he was not promoted to the rank of personal bodyguard, he was very happy, after all, he had gained face in front of the young master.

The success of the medicinal wine was as expected by Ying Ziye.

Then he rushed towards the Shaofu with Jian Jiu and Hou Qing.

Now, under his instruction, the Shaofu has begun to make Sinan.

There are also joint protective gears such as knee pads and wrist pads, which are made of a layer of iron on the outside and kapok and linen on the inside.

In addition, there are other protective equipment.

Several days!

Fengqinghou Mansion!

At the invitation of Fengqing Marquis Jiang Xingsheng, many Guannei Marquis and Che Marquis came over.

As for the nobles such as ministers and officials, they are not qualified to come.

It is only necessary for everyone to gather together again afterwards and give instructions.

Deep in the mansion.

in the hall.

The Marquis of Xingyue, Marquis of Guangping, Marquis of Shengyun and many other Chehous and Guanneihous gathered together.

Fengqing Marquis Jiang Xingsheng took his seat and looked at the marquises.

After everyone said hello with a smile, they all had expressionless faces, but occasionally there was a look of resentment in their eyes.

"Everyone!"

Fengqing Marquis Jiang Xingsheng looked serious and said in a low voice: "What the Eighth Young Master did this time was too much to deceive others!"

"We are all members of the Great Qin Empire's military meritocracy, and we are different from those corrupt and backward Guanzhong clan and other powerful people."

"Today's fiefdom is a reward obtained by us or our ancestors for their military exploits."

"In this case, the young and strong labor force in the fiefdom should naturally belong to us, but now the Eighth Young Master wants to recruit private soldiers from our fiefdom. It is like cutting our flesh!"

"good!"

Marquis Guangping agreed and said with an angry look on his face: "What the Eighth Young Master did is simply ridiculous."

"How do you understand military affairs at such a young age?"

"If you come up with such random ideas, you won't be afraid of causing trouble!"

In his eyes, Ying Ziye, who was not as good as the weak crown, was obviously too young.

You don’t even think about the future!

Wouldn't the implementation of such a policy anger them, the military elites?

Without the support of people like them, how could the Eighth Young Master hope to be crowned emperor?