Yao Xun looked sideways at Zuo Feng with a playful expression. He had mentioned several benefits in succession, which completely destroyed Zuo Feng's inner defenses. He seemed to really enjoy watching the reaction of the boy opposite him.
Zuo Feng's face was filled with helplessness and embarrassment. He had never thought of himself as a person without resourcefulness, but when faced with the sloppy old man in front of him, he was at a disadvantage in every aspect. Zuo Feng originally just hoped.
By using the excuse of letting the other party make wine, he could save face from Yaoxun and even get some benefits, but he didn't expect that he would end up humiliating himself.
Zuo Feng shook his head helplessly and turned his attention to the metal container on the side. This container looked a bit like a bucket in the village, but it was larger than ordinary buckets. Although Ding Hao once explained wine making in detail to Zuo Feng
methods and steps, but at that time Zuo Feng was just curious about what medicinal materials he used to make wine.
But he didn't expect that Ding Hao's obsession with wine was far beyond his imagination. Ding Hao thought Zuo Feng wanted to study wine making, so he started explaining it with excitement. From material selection to processing to how to seal it in the end, almost every detail was taken care of.
I spoke out what I didn't miss.
Now the moment Zuo Feng saw the metal barrel, he understood that it was the most important tool for brewing wine as Ding Hao said, and it was a container specially used by warriors to brew some special wine.
The old man didn't seem too hungry. After simply eating something, he turned around and lay down on the straw mat beside the hut. It seemed that he had no intention of letting Zuo Feng start making wine immediately.
Zuo Feng ignored Yaoxun, but walked to the metal container and stared at the big guy. If he remembered correctly, Ding Hao once mentioned this thing once, and it seemed to be called an urn pot. Although Ding
Hao also described this thing, but seeing it with his own eyes now made Zuo Feng feel a little curious.
Although the urn pot looks like ordinary metal, Zuo Feng knocked it lightly a few times and found that it was stronger than his own medicine furnace. It seemed that the hardness should be close to the level of a medicine cauldron. Since Zuo Feng
After Feng began to study medicine refining and weapon refining, he carefully studied these furnaces and tripods.
Whether it is a furnace or a tripod, its material and shape are all for the final product. Of course, the bucket-like shape of the urn in front of you must also have its meaning. There are four card slots on both sides of the urn.
, the upper cover can be removed by pressing lightly.
He opened the lid and took a look inside. The inside was divided into four spaces, one large and three small, and there was a metal pipe connecting them. This was exactly the same as what Ding Hao had introduced to him. Zuo Feng Qingqing
He nodded and put the lid back on again.
Slowly walked back to the small table, moved the remaining dishes on the table aside, took out a pen and paper and started writing on it. What Zuo Feng wrote was the medicinal materials used to refine "Wangyou Zui", Zuo Feng
Feng writes very slowly, stopping to think for a while after finishing each medicine name.
It was not that Zuo Feng suspected that there was something wrong with the medicinal materials that Ding Hao told him. Besides, Yaoxun beside him also mentioned the names of the medicinal materials after drinking Wangyou Zui. What they said was exactly the same. But even so, Zuo Feng had to
Study these medicinal materials carefully, just like how he prepares when refining medicine. He must study all the medicinal materials used so that he can be more comfortable in the refining process.
Because he had rested enough before, Zuo Feng continued to study like this until the sky gradually started to get brighter, and then he felt a little sleepy and fell asleep on the table.
When Zuo Feng woke up, he found that the hut was empty and he was alone. In addition to the leftover dishes from last night, there was also a huge package on the ground at hand. Zuo Feng didn't even need to open the package.
With his nose, he could already smell the ingredients used in brewing wine.
He was not in a hurry to start brewing wine. Zuo Feng did not hesitate to reach out and grab the leftovers on the table and stuff them into his mouth. He knew that brewing wine not only required abundant spiritual power, but also required the highest level of physical strength and energy.
The best state. Because Zuo Feng will automatically perform the soul-melting skill during sleep, his spiritual power has been restored to a certain extent at this time. After a good sleep, his physical strength will not be a big problem. As long as he fills his stomach, he can start making wine.
Soon Zuo Feng swept away the leftovers on the table, then stood up and stretched. He wanted to simply wash up, but he looked around and saw what was happening around the hut.
There was a place where he could wash himself. Finally, Zuo Feng's eyes fell on the wine jug beside the table. Zuo Feng recognized it as the wine jug Yaoxun used to drink last night.
He picked up the jug and shook it. There was still half a jug inside. Zuo Feng took the wine out of the jug without any courtesy, and then wiped it on his face. Then Zuo Feng's face was burned by the strong alcohol.
His face turned red, and at the same time he coughed a few times and cursed in a low voice, "What a bad drink."
When Zuo Feng picked up the wine jug, in the shadow of a corner far away from the hut, an old voice said "Huh". Later, when Zuo Feng poured out the wine from the wine jug and washed his face,
Immediately there was another angry gasping sound in the shadow. Soon when Zuo Feng muttered something, there was no more sound in the shadow. It took a long time before a sound that sounded like laughter and crying could be heard.
Zuo Feng was not aware of the voice in the distant shadow at all, because after washing his face with wine, he focused on the pack of medicinal ingredients. He couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect to use this wine."
I came to wash my face. Although I feel very hot, my mind seems to be clearer than usual. I really don’t know what this bad wine is about."
When Zuo Feng finished speaking, a figure in the shadow in the distance swayed and almost appeared from the corner. The last voice said coldly: "You little bastard, you ruined my ten-step pour like this. This wine is mine."
This is the strongest wine I have ever drunk, why didn’t I just burn your face off?”
After muttering a few words, the old man became quiet and paid attention to the movements of Zuo Feng's hands. Soon the old man made a sound of surprise again, but this time it was really hard for him to believe it.
At this time, Zuo Feng was doing something that he considered to be a very common thing, cleaning medicinal materials. Generally, almost no one would clean medicinal materials when refining medicine, except for some fresh vines or moss medicinal materials.
There is some dirt and other things attached, which normally does not need to be cleaned.
Because the main means of refining medicine is flame. During the extraction process, these flames will even remove all the impurities of the medicine itself. How can you care about the dirt and other things attached to it? But making wine is another matter.
However, he needs to borrow the medicinal materials themselves, which naturally includes those parts that are not used when refining the medicine, so it is necessary to properly clean the surface of the medicinal materials.
What surprised the old man was not Zuo Feng's actions in cleaning the medicinal materials, but Zuo Feng's methods and steps in cleaning the medicinal materials. Zuo Feng first still classified the medicinal materials according to their properties. This step of selecting medicinal materials seemed to have penetrated into Zuo Feng's mind.
Inside the bones.
After selecting the medicinal materials, he took out a relatively large piece of oil paper and spread it under the scorching sun. Then he began to clean the surface of the medicinal materials, and carefully placed the cleaned medicinal materials on the oil paper.
The oil paper quickly became hot under the scorching sun, and the medicinal materials quickly shrank and dehydrated when placed on it. The old man was a little surprised when he saw this practice. After cleaning up all the medicinal materials, Zuo Feng sat down
He silently observed that all the medicinal materials were dehydrated after being roasted, and then he collected all the medicinal materials one by one.
Then Zuo Feng frowned and looked around. Although his washing could be fooled, how could he make wine without water, and wine needed good spring water. Although it was most appropriate to put all the medicinal materials into the urn at this time.
, but Zuo Feng had no choice but to find a suitable spring water first.
This is also because Zhaofeng was preoccupied with how to deal with the medicinal materials and the preparations for brewing, but he forgot about the important part of the spring water. The person in the shadow in the distance seemed to have noticed the situation here, and he looked at Zuo Feng.
The large handful of medicinal herbs in Feng's hand was gradually getting colder, which really made him feel a little unbearable.
In the end, the people in the shadow almost came out and reminded loudly that Zuo Feng also made some new discoveries not long after leaving the hay hut. A large box that seemed to contain clothes was standing next to the hay hut next to the courtyard wall.
At the corner, Zuo Feng always regarded the wall on the other side of the hut as someone else's place, so he didn't pay attention there at first.
At this time, when he saw the wooden box placed not far from the hay shed, he pondered for a moment and walked over. He gently opened the lid of the wooden box and the contents immediately came into view.
"Haha, this old guy is quite thoughtful."
Zuo Feng said to himself excitedly, until the person in the far corner was so angry that he almost took his breath away. After a long while, he whispered: "You brat, you are talking about me behind my back, wait until I have the chance."
, it will definitely make you so happy that you will never forget me, old guy."
This time the old man's voice was not loud, but Zuo Feng felt a chill coming from behind. He subconsciously looked back and saw that the surroundings were still so quiet, with not a single figure in sight. Then he lowered his head and looked towards the wooden box again.
Looking from the middle, in addition to two large water jars, there were several tools in the wooden box. After Zuo Feng saw these tools, he immediately understood that these were also left by Yao Xun for himself to use for making wine.
And the one hiding in the shadows in the distance and secretly peeping at Zuo Feng was none other than Yaoxun, the mysterious old man who was proficient in alchemy.
Zuo Feng first carefully dipped a long needle-shaped tool in his hand into the water jar, then took out a drop of water and put it in his mouth to taste. He couldn't help but said with a smile on his face: "It's a little sweet in the mouth.
And when you taste it carefully, it still has a slightly sour taste. Yes, yes, it is exactly the spring water that Ding Hao said is most suitable for wine making."
