After tugging for a while, the old man gave up completely and handed the shirt back to Yan Bing with heavy breaths.
The moment the shirt came into contact with Yan Bing, it returned to its previous softness...
"Okay! Okay! Good baby!" The old man gasped and said with a thumbs up.
No one else knows how much strength he just used, but the old man knows it himself.
If you use 10% of the strength just now on your own sword, the sword will break.
The old man secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he had stopped at the last half inch and saved at least ten thousand taels of silver... Ah, no, a sword...
After taking a deep breath, seeing that he couldn't take care of Yan Bing's "treasure", the old man turned to take care of Yan Bing, and asked the previous question: "Why don't you go rest?"
Yan Bing folded his shirt and said, "Master, I took a rest. I just didn't fall asleep, but my physical strength has been fully restored."
Yan Bing didn't tell lies. She really felt relieved. After all, whether it was moving the blacksmith shop or digging a hole, the two senior brothers rushed to do the most tiring and heaviest work. Yan Bing knew that they felt sorry for her as the youngest, and they also felt sorry for her.
Since menstruation is coming, I don’t have to say much.
So she naturally recovered much faster than her two senior brothers.
"I don't care about the lot. If my teacher asks you to rest, then you go and rest. Even if you can't sleep, go back and lie down for me. Anyway, your Qingxia Sword is the best time to practice in the evening. Go back quickly and don't give it to me.
Add to the blockage.”
The old man's stubbornness grew again. He stood up and pushed Yan Bing towards her room. Then he closed the door tightly before sitting back in the yard and continuing to drink tea.
Yan Bing returned to the room, unable to get out, and unable to sleep... When he saw the mobile phone on the table, he thought that he no longer had to worry about running out of battery, so he simply played with the mobile phone and flipped through the information.
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After a while, I turned over the information about the Jenny Spinning Machine, then I turned over the information about the pedal loom, and then I found the information about the ancient blast furnace. I took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and wrote them down one by one, while drawing.
While looking at the pictures, he also deepened his impression. The study habits he had cultivated over the years made Yan Bing unconsciously "review the past and learn the new", and he was very busy.
Time just goes by inadvertently.
It's almost noon, and it's time to start cooking.
The eldest brother and the fifteenth senior brother arrived belatedly.
"Why did you come back so late today?"
Watching the two people enter the door, the old man was lying on the bench, shaking the cattail leaf fan, and asked leisurely.
"Master Qi, my senior brother and I practiced martial arts until we lost all strength, so we fell into a coma in the bamboo forest and fell asleep, so we came back late." Lu Liang explained with a bow and cupped his hands.
"Master, if you want to train you, train him first! I'll go cook for you right away." The senior brother's brain reaction was much faster than that of the dull fifteenth senior brother. He pointed at Lu Liang and after speaking, he made a show of running to the kitchen.
"Come back..." The old man directly stopped the senior brother who was about to run away.
With a wry smile on his face, Feng Chen took back the foot he just stepped out and stood back to where he was.
"Humph, I guessed that you two would definitely fall asleep from exhaustion," the old man sat up, pointed at the two bowls of soup on the coffee table, and said, "You two, take these two bowls of ginger soup to the kitchen and heat it up.
Drink it to drive away the cold air, so that you don't get the cold and infect me and your little junior sisters."
In fact, the old man had cooked ginger soup in advance and was waiting for them in the yard, but they were a little later than expected, and the ginger soup had cooled down.
"Master..." Lu Liang's eyes immediately turned red.
The eldest brother rushed to the back of Lu Liang's head, slapped him, and said, "Why are you crying, grown man? Master is not dead!"
Turning around, he saw his master glaring at him with a fierce look, and then he quickly smiled and said, "No, that's not what I meant, master. Don't be angry, master."
He tremblingly stepped forward to pick up two bowls of ginger soup. When he looked back, he saw Lu Liang still standing there wiping his tears, and kicked him on the butt again, "Okay, hold the bowls and go back to warm them up."
Then he turned around and saluted the old man again and said, "Master, let's go cook."
"Yeah." The old man slowly lay down again and continued to shake the cattail leaf fan.
Although Yan Bing was in the room, he could clearly hear the conversation outside. He smiled slightly and said to himself, "This arrogant old man."
After the master and disciples finished eating, the old man said he wanted to take a nap and went back to the house.
Yan Bing took out a piece of paper from his arms, spread it out on the table, and said: "Fifteenth Senior Brother, go to the back room yesterday and start digging horizontally. As for how wide to dig, I will write down the specific shape and size.
This picture is here, take it."
Lu Liang took the picture, took a look at it, nodded, and went to the backyard.
Yan Bing took out another piece of paper, pushed it to his eldest brother, and said, "Eldest brother, we will be responsible for making wine in the afternoon. You can use this paper to saw the bamboo into bamboo tubes according to the dimensions on it, and then I will assemble it."
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Fengchen took the paper and saw the various disassembly and assembly diagrams drawn on it. His brain was confused at the moment, and his brain was completely shut down. But when he saw the various lengths, thicknesses and sizes of the bamboo tubes written on the bottom, his brain was filled with excitement.
Operation resumed.
Said: "I can do this, I'll saw it, and you can assemble it."
After the division of labor was completed, everyone began to work individually.
Fortunately, the front yard is big enough.
After assembling three sets of distillation racks, there was no space left in the yard.
While the two were busy, Yan Bing helped Caiyi get a lot of information from his senior brother.
It turns out that the senior brother, like the fifteenth senior brother, is also an orphan.
He was adopted by his master, who taught him martial arts and how to read. It wasn't until he was fifteen that he had a second junior sister. After that, other junior brothers and sisters were added one after another.
Therefore, he did not know his own specific birthday. His master told him that he was picked up as an infant on a soil slope at the foot of the mountain on the eleventh day of the first lunar month. When he grew up, his senior brother always regarded this day as his birthday.
own birthday.
"Then how do you explain the birth date..." Yan Bing muttered to himself.
"What?" Senior Brother didn't hear clearly.
"It's okay." Yan Bing quickly changed the subject and said, "Elder brother, go to the backyard and bring a few jars of wine, and then bring a few empty wine jars."
After the senior brother walked away, Yan Bing went to the kitchen again and brought back some firewood.
Then I went to the house in the backyard to move some floor tiles, and took a look at how Brother Fifteen was doing.
Back to the front yard, I took floor tiles and built three simple "stoves".
He directly clamped the wine brought by his senior brother on it, then aligned the assembled distillation rack with the wine jar, propped it up, and placed the empty wine jar at the end of the rack.
Three simple stills are complete.
The next step is to make a fire.
She was not good at this, so she handed the eldest brother the fire folding piece and the blow tube, and went to watch.
After a while, all three fires were lit by the senior brother.
Soon, the aroma of wine filled the yard.
Senior Brother also walked up to Yan Bing and asked, "Isn't this just hot wine? We all know how to do this..."
Yan Bing smiled and said nothing, and just continued to count the time.
After almost half a quarter of an hour, Yan Bing handed his senior brother a piece of linen and said, "It's time to change the wine."
After saying that, he wrapped himself in linen cloth, removed the nearest jar of wine, and replaced it with a new jar of wine.
The senior brother also followed suit, but as soon as he moved it, he felt something was wrong. He stood up and asked, "Is there more than half a jar of wine in this wine jar? I don't want this anymore?"
Yan Bing didn't even raise his head and said, "That's all water...just put it aside."
"It's a pity..." Senior Brother muttered and followed the instructions.
In this way, it was not until the fifth crop that the empty wine jar under the distillation rack was almost full.
The eldest brother looked at the half jar of wine that filled half the wall and chewed his teeth. When Yan Bing wasn't paying attention, he secretly picked up a jar of wine that had cooled down and took a sip.
Then he spurted it out.
"Why is the taste gone?" The senior brother smashed his mouth and looked puzzled.
Yan Bing said without turning around: "That's right."
Then continue to measure the purity of the distilled alcohol using the wall-hanging method and the specific gravity method.
Finally, it was concluded that the average value of the three jars of wine was above 50 degrees and below 60 degrees.
Yan Bing was not satisfied with this result.
After sealing all three jars of wine, another batch of rice wine was used for distillation experiments.
As he watched the wine jars pile up against the wall, the senior brother's mask of pain became more and more hideous.
Yan Bing didn't pay attention at all and just kept making statistics. Because the alcohol content of rice wine was lower than that of rice wine, he shortened the distillation time and increased the frequency of replacement.
Finally, after four experiments, Yan Bing finally obtained medical alcohol above 75 degrees.
And she had long forgotten about her promise to create the most fragrant wine in the country.