It has to be said that the orcs love wine more than anything else. All doubts about Luo Yu disappeared after drinking distilled wine. Even the young man who had always been hostile to Luo Yu had to admit that once
A hundred horses in exchange for catgut and this wine is not a loss.
Seeing such a situation, Luo Yu kept a proud smile on his face, and his expression even looked a little embarrassed.
But soon, he found that everyone had blue eyes and cast wolf-like glances at him, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.
"The output of this kind of wine is extremely low. It doesn't even exist in the Qiankun Empire. It is privately owned by a nobleman. It only produces ninety kilograms a year. I have to come over!"
Luo Yu reacted very quickly and immediately explained that these people were also concerned about distilled liquor without asking, but one hundred kilograms of distilled liquor was simply not enough. If he didn't keep some private goods, he would definitely not even be able to keep the dregs.
As for the contract, no one else can see it except the patriarch, so don’t worry.
Sure enough, a group of orcs were very dissatisfied. A total of 90 kilograms of distilled wine had to be divided among several clan leaders. The most they left for the golden lion was forty kilograms. And the clan leader would definitely keep the bulk, and then he would get it himself.
How many more can there be?
"You only weigh ninety pounds a year, Luo Yu, don't you want to be deceived again?" the young man who started to gloat at his misfortune asked.
"Hmph!" Luo Yu glanced at the young man with disdain and said, "I got this in exchange for adding a hundred beef cattle, otherwise they wouldn't give it to me at all!"
"What's going on?" The patriarch sitting in the main seat frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Why are there another hundred beef cattle?"
They could accept a hundred head horses in exchange for catgut and this distilled liquor, but if they added a hundred head of beef cattle, they would suffer a huge loss.
"It's a hundred bulls! I won't be stupid enough to give them a cow!" Luo Yu said immediately.
"Oh! That's it!" The clan leader and most of the ministers breathed a sigh of relief. If there were only a hundred bulls, there would be no problem.
"Who is the noble who brewed this wine? Can you let him make more?" The patriarch's attention immediately turned to the wine.
Several other Golden Lion executives also showed expectant expressions. The feeling of burning all over their bodies just now was so wonderful that they simply couldn't stop.
"The man's name is Jiang Xingchen. He is just sixteen years old. Tang Chuxue did not reveal his specific identity! However, he can enter and leave Tang Chuxue's tent at will. His identity must not be simple... As for letting him produce more of this kind of wine, I'm afraid it's...
No, he can only produce ninety kilograms in a year after being bitten to death, which shows that this is his limit!"
"Hey~" After hearing Luo Yu's explanation, everyone sighed with regret! And the name Jiang Xingchen was also imprinted in their minds...
It was mid-January of the year 234 of the Qiankun Calendar. The disaster caused by the heavy snow and cold for days had subsided. A large amount of grain and materials seized from Pingjun City were allocated to provide relief to the two major grain-producing areas of Shendu and Qiyue.
, the affected areas have basically returned to stability.
The price of food is stable, coupled with a great victory over Xuanyuan Tianzong, and the signed contract will bring next year's food, no matter the common people or nobles, they are full of security! And as the New Year's song and dance performance approaches in early March
, the common people and nobles with a stable mentality are paying more and more attention to this empire's only and largest entertainment project. People with some qualifications begin to watch the singing and dancing more often.
After many days of promotion, the new instrument of the big drum has been welcomed by everyone. The strong rhythm, the sound as low as thunder, and the shocking feeling have deeply attracted the audience and attracted countless skilled craftsmen.
Start researching the making of this instrument.
Bison leather, hollow curved wooden barrel, hoop edges, rivets... After repeated research and countless attempts, this instrument was finally copied.
In the Imperial Academy, the old dean Feng Xuanzhang didn't know how to express his feelings. It is said that it is a good thing that the big drum has been copied and promoted more widely. After all, Jiang Xingchen made it by himself, which is far from meeting the demand... But this way
, which means that the military drum will no longer be a secret.
Later, he reported this matter to Emperor Qiankun. What he didn't expect was that the Emperor didn't care at all. He waved his hand and said, "Since the production process is so simple, the craftsmen of our empire can imitate it. So with Xuanyuan Tian
Zong’s craftsmanship level is much higher than ours, and we can definitely imitate it, but it’s not as good as directly promoting it!”
Hearing what the emperor said, Feng Xuanzhang breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down from worrying about gains and losses. Then he returned to the Imperial Academy and encouraged students who were learning handicrafts to make a large number of imitations...
At the same time, Jiang Xingchen, who was far away in Qingfeng Mountain, had no idea that the drum had been copied and was still busy working on his own plan.
After making more than three hundred toothbrushes in a row, he took out a pen and paper, wrote and drew on the white silk, and then ordered Du Rushan to send these things to Hongyuan City.
In the next few days, apart from accompanying Mei'er and checking on the progress of the project, he spent the rest of his time exploring the future functions of the Mingzhi Formation.
The perception of fluctuations is indeed stronger than before, but it is not obvious. It is still impossible to detect fish nests through the ice.
He has also become more precise in controlling the heat when cooking. He can clearly detect the changes in firepower and food, which makes the old man keep praising him and saying that he is getting better and better at cooking... However, this is different from the effect of the formation in Jiang Xingchen's imagination.
, still far from it.
The control of one's own breath and the control of the fluctuations caused by oneself are still the same as before, no changes are seen!
After many attempts to no avail, Jiang Xingchen couldn't help but feel frustrated: "Could it be that the effectiveness of the formation has come to an end..."
But then he thought: "No, the effect is over, what else can it develop? You can't do useless work..."
Jiang Xingchen was really depressed after thinking hard and couldn't find the reason! Fortunately, at this time, Mo Hongxian brought him good news. The mines he had laid before finally broke out. Not only did the nobles give them the secret recipe for free,
It became paid, and the method of making the push-pull bellows was sold for a large sum of money. He received a total of more than 700,000 topaz coins.
As the saying goes, you have food in your hands and don't panic in your heart! Seeing that your shriveled family fortune has swelled again, the depression of not figuring out the function of the formation has dissipated.
"If we can't study it clearly, we won't do it for now. I don't know when a coincidence will show its effect!" Jiang Xingchen comforted himself and went to watch Mei'er and Xin'er play chess.
During this period, the huge momentum caused by the mountain opening operation in Qingshan Village also attracted the attention of other surrounding villages.
As the weather has cleared up, people who have been at home for a long time have gone out to the towns to buy oil, salt and other daily necessities. It is easy to spot the convoys that are constantly delivering supplies to Qingshan Village.
"Isn't that direction Qingshan Village? Why are there so many cars transporting things there?"
"Look at this large number of cars. They seem to be full of grain and meat. How much does it cost?"
"Qingshan Village is notoriously poor. Where did they get the money to buy so much food?"
"Isn't this strange? Maybe the lord is rich. It's a severe winter like this year, so it's normal to store more!"
"Bullshit! Is the lord rich? Which rich and powerful lord would choose a poor place like Qingshan Village to have enough to eat..."
So, driven by curiosity, some people followed and took a look, and were immediately stunned by the scene of thousands of people starting work.
"Oh my god, what are you doing, opening a mountain?"
"Are they crazy? Are they burning the money for fun? Why are they digging up mountains when they have nothing to do?"
"Don't let me be dazzled, there are actually people coming in and out of those white round bags..."
The news spread quickly, and soon more people heard the news and came to watch... Finally, the people from the Jingtian Mercenary Group had to come forward. If more people came, it would affect the work.
People like the Jingtian Mercenary Group have seen blood. They walked out with a straight face, and the aura they exuded made people feel chilly. The villagers who were watching didn't dare to stay, and they immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.
However, although villagers from other villages did not dare to come, the news of the opening of Qingshan Village spread.
Han Xiaowu and the others are a little worried about this matter. After all, the 10,000 acres of wasteland does not belong to Jiang Xingchen at all. Now that such a big move to open a mountain has been spread, it is inevitable that people with ulterior motives will catch him and advise him to temporarily stop work.
.
But after Jiang Xingchen heard this, he smiled faintly and said without caring, "It's okay, don't worry about him!"
As a private soldier, Han Xiaowu certainly couldn't interfere with Jiang Xingchen's decision, but he couldn't ignore it, so he went to find the old man.
But what he didn't expect was that the old man would smile faintly and wave his hands like Jiang Xingchen, without even saying a word!
Of course, Han Xiaowu didn't give up. The empire clearly stipulated that land could only be rewarded, and no nobles or commoners could open up wasteland without permission. If someone caught him, it would be a serious crime.
But just when he was about to continue to persuade the old man, the old man suddenly said with a sinister smile: "It's okay if I say it's okay. If you want to know the reason...hehe, play two games of chess with me, and I'll tell you!"
"Uh!" Han Xiaowu was stunned and shuddered suddenly. Without thinking, he raised his hand and punched himself in the stomach. Then he let out a retching sound, covered his mouth and ran out: "
Old man, I want to vomit, I’m sorry...vomit~"
The old man straightened his eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth and eyes. He was stunned for a long time, pointed at Han Xiaowu's back outside the door and yelled: "You little bastard with a weak soul, you actually... even harm yourself and don't want to play chess with me, what the hell am I?"
…”
Han Xiaowu breathed out a sigh of relief after running far away, rubbed his stomach, and smiled bitterly. Playing chess with the old man was simply more terrifying than facing a tenth-level monster. Except for Zhao Danqing, that stinky chess basket, who else could
Dare to play with him.
However, the most important thing is not that. Since the old man is so sure that Lord Jiang is fine, then he must be fine. Otherwise, he would rather play a game of chess to the death than let the old man persuade Jiang Xingchen to temporarily stop working!
And just when the news about Qingshan Village was spreading to the outside world, in the mansion of Dingbeihou in Hongyuan City, Dingbeihou looked at the letter sent by Du Rushan and froze in place.