In the early morning, there were very few pedestrians on the streets of Wangzhou City.
"Brother Mu, what are we doing? Sangou and the others have gone to kidnap the girl outside the city."
"Tie a calf."
Xu Mu looked around a few times and led Si Hu forward.
Even though the money came quickly, he didn't want to do anything that would dirty his conscience.
"Brother Mu, you seem to have changed."
Xu Mu didn't answer, but raised his head in surprise. At this time, a carriage that had arrived early was driving crookedly on the street.
Along the way, the aroma of wine spread.
"Brother Mu? Why are you distracted again?"
"Si Hu, follow me!"
"Brother Mu, what are you going to do?"
"Make wine!"
Xu Mu's tone was excited, and then he remembered that wine in ancient times was almost always fermented and brewed. The alcohol content was very low, equivalent to the beer of later generations, and it tasted a little sour.
But if the distillation method is used to make wine, it is completely different. The alcohol content is extremely high, and the liquor rolls down your throat and even your pores feel comfortable.
Moreover, the materials for distillation are not difficult to find. They are just ordinary cereals and substitutes for distillation pots. It is no problem to use clay pots.
Taking Si Hu with him, Xu Mu rushed to the market excitedly and spent half a tael of silver to buy 20 kilograms of Laobaogu. Then he went to the pottery shop and negotiated the price to two taels of silver, and bought three clay pots the size of lanterns.
When everything was ready, Xu Mu hurried back to the ruined courtyard, ready to start his bootlegging business.
"My little maid's wife went out again." Si Hu said as soon as he returned.
Holding the clay pot, Xu Mu was startled. He looked up and looked forward, only to find that at some point, several piles of new firewood had been piled up in the yard.
The old cowshed not far away has also been cleaned up. The shed is covered with straw and an old wooden bed is placed in the shed. On the bed, a new quilt is folded neatly.
Xu Mu was slightly moved. No matter how dilapidated it was, this dilapidated courtyard rarely felt like home.
"Si Hu, bring the bucket over and wash it clean."
"And those old corns, rub the corns and wash them clean."
"Brother Mu, I don't eat corn."
"Would you like some good wine?"
"February Spring in Fugui Tower?"
"Bah, that's a good wine. Just listen to me. I'll treat you to the best wine in the world in a few days."
Xu Mu was full of confidence. Once distilled liquor was released, it must be an extremely amazing miracle in this era.
Rubbing his forehead, Xu Mu suddenly thought of something. He cleared half of the cowshed and moved in all the clay pots, barrels and other items.
At this time, there is no argument for intellectual property rights. Whoever has a strong fist will have an argument.
Xu Mu didn't want to be pirated by some idiots before his great career was established.
After washing and rubbing the cornstarch, he put it into a wooden barrel. Xu Mu mixed it with well water based on his memory from the previous life. Then he found a ragged winter coat, covered it tightly, and waited for it to ferment into wine.
In fact, as long as he wants, he can directly use the rice wine in the restaurant to distill it, but in this case, the purity will inevitably be reduced, and the burning taste of distillation will not be achieved.
Simply follow the full set of methods, and when problems arise, you will learn a lesson.
"Si Hu, find something to hold it down."
Si Hu ran around the yard and picked up a few rocks and even a rusty old hatchet.
"Where did you get the knife?" Xu Mu looked shocked.
Under the Great Disciplinary Law, it would be a serious crime for ordinary people to hide iron weapons. Bootlegging had just started, and he didn't want to make any mistakes.
"Hey, Brother Mu, you forgot, even the officials have seen this old hatchet. It's rusty and dull, so I don't even bother to register it."
Xu Mu breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly discovered something. In the memory of the original owner, except for the flower girl in the Qing Palace, the rest were some nonsense memories.
"Brother Mu, when can we have wine?" Si Hu wiped his hands, squatted on the ground, and stared at the wooden barrel covered with a winter coat.
"Don't worry, I'll be there in a few days."
Xu Mu had already made up his mind that, apart from giving Si Hu a few sips of this first distilled liquor, the rest would be used to build his reputation.
In future generations, this is called experiential marketing.
"Si Hu, stop reading and take a rest first."
After working for a long time, Xu Mu was really tired. Seeing the new quilt Jiang Caiwei had just bought, he felt a little more sleepy without realizing it. As soon as he got on the wooden bed, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
When I woke up, it was already dark.
Rubbing his eyes, Xu Mu saw from a distance the small shabby room in the courtyard. Under the dim tung oil lamp, the busy figure of the little maid and his wife kept swaying with the light.
Xu Mu stood up and discovered that at some point, a firewood gate had been erected next to the cowshed in the yard.
Needless to say, it must have been done by Jiang Caiwei.
Xu Mu got out of bed hesitantly. He didn't want to alarm Jiang Caiwei, but unexpectedly his movements were too loud after all.
Jiang Caiwei trotted out in surprise. Just like last night, she handed the copper plate in her hand to Xu Mu before she opened her mouth.
"Xu, Xu Lang, my servant helped with laundry today and earned twenty coins."
That hand was obviously swollen. God knows how many buckets of clothes she washed in that day.
Xu Mu hesitated and took the copper plate for the second time.
He looks almost like a little bully who comes to collect debts.
Jiang Caiwei looked extremely happy, and hurried into the house again, bringing over a thick bowl. It was still made of taro soup, but the difference was that this time, some wild vegetables were added to the paste.
"What you eat."
"The slave family ate two big bowls."
Xu Mucai didn't believe these nonsense and waved his hand, "I ate it at the restaurant, you can keep it for yourself."
Afraid that Jiang Caiwei wouldn't believe it, Xu Mu deliberately choked out a burp.
"You go ahead and eat, I'm full."
Holding the thick bowl, Jiang Caiwei stood for a while, finally believing Xu Mu's words, she turned around and returned to the house.
Soon, under the tung oil lamp in the room, a thin figure was eating with his head lowered. Although his movements seemed slightly stiff, he was eating with great joy.