Even if less than half of the more than ten carts of grain were used, there would still be more than a hundred jars of Zui Tian Xian produced by fermentation and distillation.
Excluding those given to the Fugui Restaurant in Wangzhou City and some from Hezhou, there are almost thirty altars left.
Of course, it is not difficult to make wine and distillate. What is difficult is how to send the wine.
On Laobei Mountain, bandits are showing off their swords and vowing to rob Xujiafang. This is the most urgent problem.
"Master, I'm ready." More than ten young men from Chen Sheng came over with angry expressions on their faces.
Holding back someone's money is tantamount to killing your parents.
"Don't be in a hurry." Xu Mu frowned. People like Chen Sheng were to be used as surprise troops and could not be exposed easily.
"What should we do?"
Xu Mu rubbed his head and thought deeply.
"Si Hu, ask someone to put water into the wine jar, and get a carriage out first. Remember to use the sick horse in the small horse farm."
The sick horse was given to him by Tian Song, a former official, and he was expected to live in a few days.
"Brother Mu, what is this?"
"Don't ask, just do as I say."
Soon, about fifty water jars were loaded onto the carriage.
"Si Hu, remember to drive slowly. If bandits cut the road, get out of the car and run back immediately."
"No more horses or wine?"
"No, let's talk about it when we come back first."
Si Hu drove the carriage sadly, not forgetting to bring his sword. As soon as the gate of the village opened, he drove out immediately.
Xu Mu hurriedly walked up to the arrow tower, staring with heavy eyes in the direction in which the carriage was leaving.
Sure enough, less than half a mile later, a dozen arrogant-looking bandits immediately jumped out from both sides of the forest road, waving sticks and weapons in their hands.
Si Hu did not forget Xu Mu's instructions, cursed in anger, immediately jumped off the carriage and ran back to Zhuangzi.
Don't be afraid of thieves stealing, just be afraid of thieves missing you.
The bandits on Laobei Mountain are clearly trying to completely disrupt the business of the winery and Zhuangzi. They have blocked the freight. In a short time, even Zhou Fu, an old acquaintance, will probably not dare to place any more orders.
"Brother Mu, beat his mother!"
Si Hu ran back to Zhuangzi, feeling extremely aggrieved. If Xu Mu hadn't told him, he would have drawn out his sword and chopped him off.
"One batch was cut, and another batch was found, but the eggs were useless."
If there were enough silver resources, Xu Mu would bet that the two kings on Laobei Mountain would recruit more and more people.
In this world, officials on the left and right don't care. Even if they say they come to suppress bandits, it's just a formality.
"Caiwei, how much food is left in the village?"
Jiang Caiwei, who originally had her head buried, suddenly heard Xu Mu's words and spoke hurriedly.
"Dong, Dong, I still have more than five hundred kilograms."
Jiang Caiwei's words made Xu Mu even more unhappy. Not only was the wine unable to be delivered, but there was also an increasingly unfamiliar estrangement between him and Jiang Caiwei.
These two or three days are the delivery time, and there really cannot be any further delay.
"Master, what should I do?"
"I won't give it away today."
Xu Mu lowered his voice and said, "Chen Sheng, lead the people and continue horse training."
The dozen or so strong men who came over looked a little confused, but they didn't dare not listen. They hurriedly turned around and walked towards the small racecourse.
"Si Hu, are everything ready?"
"Don't worry, Brother Mu, it's already been cut."
Not long after, Si Hu held more than twenty straight wooden guns and placed them on the edge of the small horse racing field.
On the wooden gun shaft, since the iron head cannot be used, I have no choice but to sharpen the head and wrap it with a layer of stone skin to increase the weight.
"Each person picked up two wooden guns."
These wooden guns are all made of straight hardwood and are about two meters long. This is because Xu Mu calculated the charging power of the old horse. If it is a real mounted gun, it will be at least three meters long. It is charged by a fierce horse.
With such speed, one shot can shatter the enemy's armor.
Two shots per person, the meaning is simpler. After all, there is no iron ore to make gun wings. In addition, strictly speaking, these young men are not cavalrymen. If the force is uneven, it is inevitable that there will be a miss, and the wooden spear will stab
Once it enters the enemy's body, it cannot be pulled out.
Then at this time, you can only give up the wooden gun in your hand and exchange it for another spare one.
More than a dozen young men hurriedly picked up two wooden spears, and then got on the old horse with a suspicious look on their faces.
"Reiner your horse, put the tail part of the spear under your arm, and then push the wooden spear out when the battle is about to begin."
"practice!"
On the small horse racing field, more than ten young men followed Xu Mu's instructions and began to rein in the old horses, gradually becoming familiar with the movements of the spear.
Don't underestimate this set of moves. It is said that there are classic examples of small victories over large numbers. If Xu Mu hadn't liked to browse military forums in his previous life, Xu Mu wouldn't have been able to figure it out completely.
At this time, the Daji Cavalrymen were still in the stage of charging with their guns, and their charging power was too weak.
In less than two hours, even Chen Sheng, who prided himself on being an expert on horseback riding, was out of breath from exhaustion. His armpits were bleeding and painful from the wooden spear.
"Okay, let's use the old horse to gallop around in circles and practice for another three hours."
The real lethality of the cavalry can only be achieved when the horse is charging.
In the racecourse, Chen Sheng and others gritted their teeth and followed Xu Mu's instructions, riding the old horses faster and faster, and then stabbed out the wooden spears tucked under their armpits.
The faint sounds of breaking through the air made Xu Mu smile with relief.
"We are unfortunate enough to live in troubled times, where the world is unfair and the government is unkind. The only thing that can save us is the weapons in our hands."
"Listen to my boss!"
"From the top of the palace to the bottom of our confidants, we have nothing left. Now is the time for us to fight hard."
"Si Hu, the straw man!"
Not long after, a specially made straw man was placed on the small horse farm. Xu Mu specially painted the shoulders, belly, and facial features with red rouge.
Just hitting one of these locations on the human body will quickly make the enemy lose their combat effectiveness.
"Twelve old horses, making a circle, pointing their spears at each other, smashing the enemy's chest into pieces!"
"start--"
Until the sky darkened, more than ten young men were still riding old horses, stabbing the spears in their hands in the vast night.
"Light up."
Seven or eight women hurriedly lit lanterns and hung them around the small horse farm.
"Keep practicing!"
"Your wives and children are all stopping to watch."
In the racecourse, there were bursts of angry roars.
Xu Mu turned around and walked back quietly.
If he wanted to survive in troubled times, he had no choice but to tightly tie these people who had taken refuge in Zhuangzi together.
"Si Hu, go get someone to prepare the wine jar. Early tomorrow morning, I will personally lead someone to deliver private wine to Wangzhou City."
There is no time to lose.
If you miss the restaurant business, no matter how good you are at distilling private liquor, you will eventually be eliminated.