"Grind flour, sift, one bucket of corn, three buckets of sorghum..."

Qilin moved his office outside the wine kiln. The autumn air was crisp and the sunshine was mild. The soldiers brought several loads of materials and put the large barrels of lees aside.

"First experiment to see how the brewed wine is." Qilin said: "If it is done, send the recipe down and let the soldiers go to work...Yibi Sansi, Lu Fengxian, a very human minister! Please don't eat it secretly.

Liquor lees!”

Lu Bu said: "Master Hou is inspecting!"

Qilin laughed and said, "Quick, follow this method. Grind the powder first and grind it."

Lu Bu rolled up his sleeves and went to grind. The soldiers were all stunned and said hurriedly: "My lord, there are donkeys here."

Lu Bu said: "It's okay, I have nowhere to use my strength, so I can stretch my muscles and bones."

Qilin said: "You all go about your own business, leaving two people to help. You... you go get the firewood and prepare the water to boil the paste. You go to the canal to fetch water and fill the ten big vats outside."

While Lu Bu was grinding the mill, he asked, "Can the wine you made be drinkable?"

Qilin said happily: "I don't know. Isn't this just a try? The recipe given by Grand Master is changed from mixed steaming to clear roasting. I guess the taste will be purer."

Lu Bu thought to himself and said, "Okay, I'll drink whatever you brew."

Qilin: "..."

Qilin was too lazy to pay attention to him and concentrated on checking the winter budget. There was only the sound of grinding wheels in the courtyard. After a while, Qilin couldn't help but raise his head and steal a glance at Lu Bu.

While Lu Bu was grinding, he was distracted. He took off his general's robe because he felt too hot, and put on a linen garment. His strong shoulders and arms were bare. He was tall and tall, with a nine-foot body, and he was bent over grinding. He was sweating profusely from pushing, and the linen clothes stuck to his back.

On the upper body, the tangled back muscles are revealed. The lower body is loosely wearing a pair of silk trousers, tied into black military boots.

At this time, his waist was soaked with sweat, his silk pants were almost transparent, and his thick and long manhood was looming. Qilin was embarrassed and said: "You should... put on your robe."

Lu Bu hummed indifferently: "Hot."

Qilin made a crazy gesture, blushing and looking hard. Lu Bu looked at Qilin: "What are you writing?"

"Letter." Qilin said, "It's for Gong Jin and Bo Fu."

Lu Bu became nervous, stopped, and said seriously: "You want to beg money from the two of them?! If you want money and food, the Marquis can go hunting and grab it."

Qilin lazily said: "Push you, why are you nervous? I asked them to find someone, a certain Taoist priest, who will pray for rain in the east of the Yangtze River during the spring drought next year. Bo Fu caught him and wanted to behead him, so I asked him to send him to Liangzhou.

, it happens to be dry here, please pray for some rain."

Lu Bu said: "Do you know?"

Qilin smiled: "Of course I know."

Lu Bu pushed Mo around and said, "Then you can tell me, Lord Marquis, when can I become a father?"

Qilin said: "You should ask about Diao Chan's belly. What's the point of asking me?"

Lu Bu pushed the mill around and said, "Diao Chan's belly can't speak."

Qilin was so dizzy when he saw Lu Bu that he could only make a "go away" gesture, but his heart moved slightly and he thought of something else.

"You want to take a concubine?" Qilin said.

Lu Bu said in astonishment: "No, why do you say that?"

Qilin nodded, and Lu Bu pushed the grinder all afternoon. Neither of them said anything. Qilin was immersed in a pile of official documents until the matter at hand was finished. Lu Bu threw his robe over, and Qilin put it on himself, saying: "The grind is finished.

What?"

Lu Bu said: "Could it be related to the Marquis?"

Qilin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was still thinking about the child, and said: "I can't do anything about this. I'll wait until a doctor from the Central Plains comes and let me take a look. Otherwise, I'll make you some aphrodisiac wine? Wild ginseng, seahorse, etc... Find it.

Bo Fu wants a copy. Let him bring it to you at the end of the year."

Lu Bu remained silent, and Qilin said, "That's it."

Longxi originally had Qu'a, a brewing technology introduced from ancient Shu and other places. Qilin just slightly improved the process. The soldiers boiled water and let it cool, sifted out the grain powder grinded by Lu Bu's donkey, and then used the distiller's grains.

Mix the ingredients together and leave them to ferment.

Qilin stretched out, and that was the end of today's business. Lu Bu was sweating all over, and he slept soundly at night. Chen Gong had figured out the scientific method of raising pigs, and came to look for Qilin.

"Chickens can also be raised." Chen Gong said: "But what is the temperature... written in this book?"

Qilin said: "Don't worry about the temperature and a bunch of strange symbols. Those are Arabic numerals."

He casually marked it in the book and changed some places: "The feed should be divided into several stones, buckets and liters according to my instructions, and you should feed it with help."

Chen Gong was full of pig stench. It was obvious that he had been toiled all day long and went to take a shower without mentioning it.

At night, everyone rested due to fatigue. Gao Shun and Zhang Liao had not returned to the city, and Gan Ning was not here either. Lu Bu ordered the food to be delivered to the room and everyone ate it.

Qilin finished his meal, dressed in a brocade robe, and went out for a stroll. The whole city of Longxi was brightly lit, and the soldiers in the west barracks who were taking turns fighting were drinking loudly and making noises, creating a warm atmosphere.

In just a few months, this semi-abandoned military city turned out to be quite impressive, with nearly 10,000 local residents and outsiders stationed there. The noisy 60,000 people crowded into the small town felt indescribably warm.

"In the spring next year, this city will probably look different." Zhang Liao climbed up to the top of the city wall and sighed.

"Have you eaten?" Qilin asked.

Zhang Liao said: "I have eaten in the army just now. After following the Marquis for many years, I finally have a place to settle down. I don't have to run around here and there anymore."

Qilin smiled and said: "After the spring begins, we must use the resources on hand to start developing trade. Longshan is the only place that the Silk Road must pass through. We live in Longxi, less than twenty miles away from the trade road. We will gradually expand and build

An outer city."

Zhang Liao said: "Yes, that's exactly what I mean!"

Qilin and Zhang Liao lay side by side on the haystack, looking at the northwest autumn sky with bright stars.

Zhang Liao said: "When the world is settled, what are your plans?"

Qilin subconsciously said: "Of course I have to go back, no better than you..."

Zhang Liao asked doubtfully: "Go back? Where are you going back?"

Qilin realized that he had leaked something, so he smiled and said: "I haven't gone back anywhere. I've gone back to my hometown, and returned home in fine clothes... What about you?"

Zhang Liao held a straw in his mouth and raised his feet: "Become a high official, return to my hometown, report to my mother, and then visit my dead father's grave..."

"Your family name is Nie, right?" Qilin remembered that Zhang Liao was from a wealthy family.

"Your grandfather Nie Yi was a great hero of the Han family. He was considered a prominent member of the Yanmen family."

Zhang Liao smiled and said leisurely: "What a distinguished family, it's just an empty shell. When my mother hired me to work under the governor Ding, the whole family only collected twenty taels of silver, and my mother even sold it.

, leave it to me for payment."

"What happened next?" Qilin couldn't help but ask, "Is she still there?"

Zhang Liao said: "In my hometown of Yanmen, Wen Yuan was lucky enough to be favored by the Marquis. He received a good monthly military salary, so he could support his mother at home."

Qilin said: "When the time comes, you can change your last name."

Zhang Liao said in a daze: "Yes, I think of our ancestor Nie Zheng..."

Qilin took a deep breath and said, "Is your ancestor still one of the four great assassins?"

Zhang Liao turned over and sat up and said with a smile: "What, weird?"

Qilin couldn't believe it, so Zhang Liao asked, "What about you? When I first met you, you looked completely different from the people in this world. Judging from your words and deeds, and how carefree you are, you probably belong to a wealthy family. That's right. You are also the youngest son of a wealthy family, and you are quite favored?"

Every time Qilin was asked this question, he found it very difficult to answer, and he didn't want to deceive Zhang Liao. After a while, he suddenly heard a few chirping sounds under the haystack, and changed the topic: "What is that calling?"

Zhang Liao jumped down from the haystack, and Qilin slid down. He saw two yellow chicks huddled up behind the haystack, trembling.

Zhang Liao poked at it with his scabbard, picked up one, and said, "It must have been lost nearby. I wonder whose hen went back to its nest and forgot to take it with it. Can I send it back?"

Qilin turned around and looked around, seeing that most of the houses around him had their lights turned off, and said, "Don't disturb people while they're sleeping. I'll take it home and raise it."

Zhang Liao took off his cloak, rolled up the two chicks, and handed them to Qilin. He sent them to Lu Buhou's house along the way. The two of them went their separate ways. Qilin found a wooden box and cooked the chickens in a sheltered place under the stable in the front yard.

Then he took two small pottery bowls, filled them with chaff and water, and placed them in place.

The red rabbit chewed hay in its mouth, its eyes bright, and looked at the unicorn curiously, then looked down at the two chicks huddled in the nest.

Qilin said: "There are two new chickens. Please help keep an eye on them and don't let them run around."

Red Rabbit chirped to indicate that he understood, and Qilin went back to his room to rest.

The next morning.

Diao Chan walked out of the yard, heard chirping, glanced at the stable, and walked over with a frown.

"Whose thing is this?" Diao Chan said, "Who is in charge? Who allowed the Marquis Mansion to raise chickens in the front yard?"

Before Diao Chan finished speaking, the bun on her head suddenly loosened.

Diao Chan screamed, pressed the hairpin, and said: "What are you doing! You...beast!"

Red Rabbit took Diao Chan's beauty bun in his mouth, took her half a step back, and started chewing her hair.

Diao Chan: "..."

Diao Chan screamed: "Master Hou - your horse!"

Lu Bu was still sleeping. When he was woken up, he looked impatient and asked in the room: "What?"
To be continued...