A winery is located deep in the mountain col, next to it is the blacksmith workshop that Song Wen also valued.
Li Erlang and the six young men in the winery had already begun to select their favorite apprentices. They still performed their own duties without interfering with others. Twenty young men with a peaceful temperament were busy in the winery...
The strong smell of sake lees could be heard from far away.
Qingshanzhai Shaojiu has long since found its own unique method, and will no longer rely on the process of direct distillation. Song Wen squatted next to two huge fermentation tanks and smelled... Well, this is the smell of money!
The blacksmith worked hard to build four large stills, and the joints were sealed with silver without any expense... When the teenagers were not making wine, they carefully wiped the stills until they were as shiny as life.
To appease the young people, Song Wen looked at the more than 500 bottles of spirits that had been brewed and happily rewarded the young people in the winery with twenty pieces of money! In addition, each person also received a set of new clothes and shoes...
The apprentice in the blacksmith shop next door was extremely envious.
Song Wen pressed the guard saber on his waist and said: "Don't be envious. Our village's saber has been finalized. The next step is to work hard to build it. We don't ask for speed, but for quality! It must be made strictly according to the scale of the caliper. The handle of the guard saber must be made strictly according to the scale of the caliper.
The installation of the blade and the blade must be strong, and the disassembly and replacement must be quick and easy! If you do it well, everyone will be rewarded twice..."
The eyes of the young people were shining.
"Also, our Qingshan Village is a family. You know, I am from a humble background, so whether it is a craftsman, a farmer, or a guard... as long as we have good ideas and ideas, we can improve our current craftsmanship or
Objects...weapons are sharper and stronger, and tools are more convenient and suitable! All have rewards, and they are heavy rewards! Starting with five coins, there is no limit..."
All the craftsmen, even the two refugee blacksmiths, were dumbfounded when they heard this... Since ancient times, it has been the duty of craftsmen to do well. At worst, they will be beaten and scolded by their masters and punished and whipped by the government! How can any craftsman do well?
Want a big prize?
Song Wen pointed at the oldest old blacksmith, Old Man Feng, and said: "I just mentioned it casually, but Uncle Feng has been studying it for more than a month...I don't know how much hair was torn off, but the result is really
It's done! This is credit, great credit... You know, whether you are fighting in battle or fighting with thieves, how quickly and how much do swords wear? After a few cuts are made on a knife, it must be sharpened and sharpened...
How troublesome is it? Once the blade can be quickly replaced, how many more weapons will be available out of thin air?”
As soon as Song Wen waved his hand, Li Erlang immediately brought up a wooden tray... The red cloth on it was lifted up by Song Wen! There was an uproar underneath...
There are ten silver ingots arranged neatly, two by two!
Blacksmith Feng staggered and almost fainted on the spot... The two apprentices next to him were blushing, and their master was also extremely excited!
"This is our Qingshan Village's first bonus to reward inventions and creations! Uncle Feng, come up and receive the prize!"
Blacksmith Feng pinched his thigh, and it hurt... wasn't this really a dream? He, a humble blacksmith, could be treated like a distinguished guest by the proprietor? He just came up with an idea to improve some knives
The buckle and tenon joint of the handle actually have a bonus of twenty taels of silver?
I have worked hard as a craftsman all my life, making farm tools for the government, and swords and guns for the village soldiers...I have never saved twenty taels of silver in my whole life!
The old blacksmith burst into anger and burst into tears... My poor wife, why didn't she survive long enough to meet Dongzhu Song!
"I have been kowtowing to Mr. Lang for how many years... Who treats our craftsmen as human beings? Mr. Sir, I will sell my life to him in this life. I will not frown on swords, mountains and seas of fire. Mr. Lang wants to build
What, even if I jumped into the molten iron furnace, I still want to build it for you!"
Song Wen hurriedly helped the old blacksmith up... "Uncle Feng, a little bonus is nothing... there are still many days to come! Let's all work together and the days will get better and better!"
"Hey, I listen to Mr. Lang!"
The old blacksmith's son also knelt beside his old father and wiped his tears. Song Wen patted the honest young man on the shoulder and said, "Save up your money so that you can find a wife in the future!"
"Yeah!" The young man nodded heavily and showed a naive smile.
It's October, and Song Wen spends time with the teenagers every day. Gradually... the teenagers have grown from awe to closeness to Song Wen, and their admiration for him has only grown deeper! Song Wen doesn't know what his birthday is in this life.
What a day, but now Song Wen really feels like family to Qingshan Village and these teenagers.
A fire was burning at the edge of the field. After harvesting the crops, Song Wen and the teenagers began to level the land and sprinkle plant ashes... This year's harvest was not bad, but Song Wen had already begun to explore the use of fermented manure for deep plowing to increase production.
There are also fruit trees on the mountain, gardens and water cellars are being built, and the teenagers will even put the fertile soil from the mountain col in baskets and carry it to the mountain, using this method to build up their strength!
No one has ever been so enthusiastic about building their own village... Song Wen looked at these teenagers and felt that the people of this era were so simple and lovely.
It's just a pity that there are no sweet potatoes and potatoes... and corn pumpkins. These are all good things that are high-yielding and easy to grow! Why didn't the damn Europeans sail hundreds of years earlier...
Song Wen raised his head and looked at the east. There was one of Song Wen's dreams over there... Sooner or later he had to give it a try! Those good things, good crops and gold and silver mines... Wouldn't it be a pity to be cheap on those beast-like things? At least for myself
They will definitely not kill and destroy those simple native Indians!
The youngest teenagers put the wheat grains carefully picked up from the fields on the stone slab above the fire to bake. After a while, a burning smell came out...
A young man with a runny nose carefully grabbed a handful of roasted wheat grains, blew the grass ash on them, and then brought them to Song Wen.
Song Wen took the roasted wheat grains, grabbed a few and threw them into his mouth... "Well, not bad! It's delicious... Didn't you catch grasshoppers?"
Seeing that Song Wen didn't mind that the grains of wheat were dirty, the young man wiped his nose and smiled happily... Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment: "Is the grasshopper Mr. Lang mentioned Master Locust?"
Another young man next to him asked: "Or is it jumping in the dirt? Is there a green pole?"
A group of teenagers talked about it...it turns out that people do eat these bugs when they are hit by disasters, burn them or cook them, but no one will eat them until they can't survive.
A young man raised his hand and said: "I have eaten it, and burned it in the fire... My grandfather said that the locusts were a disaster brought by God, so you can't eat them... But the locust jumped into the fire by itself and burned to ashes.
It smelled weird! I couldn’t help it..."
All the teenagers looked at this gluttonous guy with envy... Song Wen smiled, threw all the remaining wheat grains into his mouth and clapped his hands!
"What God? The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the sun and the moon are flying. As a human being, you must fear the heaven and the earth, but also the human heart! What is the way of heaven? The human heart is the way of heaven! What is the way of heaven for a worm? Today we went to Duoduo to catch it, and I will give it to you
Roast it and eat it...If God wants to blame, let him blame me! If nothing happens, it means that the bug is edible..."
A group of young men stared blankly at their husband, then jumped up and followed Song Wen all over the mountains and fields to catch locusts and grasshoppers... This chapter has been completed!