Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

In the morning, I troubled the waiter to go to the pharmacy to buy saltpeter. The wine and drinks were also being transported in one after another. Lin Xiaoyue waved her hand and started to work.

Because it was a new thing, everyone gathered at the kitchen door or leaned on the window frame, stretching their heads to look inside. Lin Xiaoyue did not avoid them either. They were all family, so there was nothing to be shy about.

Everyone knew that Lin Xiaoyue didn't care, but while they were watching, they were also paying attention to whether there were outsiders around who were looking in to join in the fun.

The small kitchen was limited in size and could only accommodate Lin Xiaoyue, Lin Zhaodi, Chun Xing and Xiao Cao. There were a lot of wine jars piled around it, as well as a distiller that Lin Xiaoyue had specially customized, and a bunch of miscellaneous things, making the already small kitchen seem even more cramped and unable to move around.

At the same time, due to time constraints, the two stoves were started at the same time, and the purchased wine was poured into the large pots on the two stoves, which were covered tightly with a steamer. In order to prevent gas leakage, Lin Xiaoyue also specially found a large piece of cloth and blocked the gap between the steamer and the large pot with the cloth strips soaked in wine.

In this way, as the wine in the big pot below is continuously boiled by high temperature, gurgling sounds begin to appear in the pot, and the rising steam is transmitted from the pipe on the top of the steaming barrel to the condenser on the other side immersed in the dissolved saltpeter ice basin. After cooling, it turns into a clear liquid, dripping into the empty jar at the bottom and being collected again.

The wine after distillation and purification is as transparent as crystal, with a mellow and rich aroma, and every drop is the condensed essence.

With the help of the distiller made by Lin Xiaoyue, the original low-quality liquor was transformed into pure liquor, which truly made the low-alcohol liquor of this dynasty achieve a gorgeous transformation, and also made everyone who witnessed this process feel the charm and magic of distillation technology.

Of course, the wine purified by boiling in this way is not enough to reach the degree of disinfectant alcohol, and it needs to be distilled repeatedly to reach the standard of medical alcohol.

The whole process may seem simple, but it requires a lot of manpower and time.

They needed to constantly pour new wine into the big pot, and the firewood was constantly burning. The temperature outside was already frighteningly high, not to mention the constant cooking in the small kitchen. The people inside had to come out for some fresh air from time to time.

Otherwise, if a person is kept trapped in there for a long time, even if he doesn't cook himself, his brain will be damaged.

Therefore, Lin Xiaoyue openly let other people watch together, also wanting people outside to understand what was going on inside. After that, they would take turns every hour.

Everyone who can be here is honest and kind-hearted, so naturally they have no objection to the work, and those who take shifts are all men who can do physical work.

The rich aroma of wine that permeated the air after high-temperature steaming had already made everyone drool. If they had not been sober enough to remember that this was alcohol being made for the two doctors to save lives, they would have been tempted to drink it secretly.

Lin Xiaoyue smiled and promised that after she had distilled all the medical alcohol that she had brought to Black Wind Ridge for the two doctors, she would also distill a jar of distilled liquor with a lower alcohol content and a mellower taste for everyone, which caused everyone to cheer and get excited.

Finally, after three days of continuous distillation day and night in the small kitchen, they managed to produce twenty-four jars of alcohol at the last moment before the two doctors were taken away by the governor.

With the warmest respect and most sincere blessings for the two doctors, everyone carefully carried the alcohol onto the vehicle and watched the two doctors get on the frame. The cart sent by the commander to transport medicinal materials, masks and other medical supplies slowly drove out of their sight.

Chun Xing looked at the carriage frame going away and burst into tears. She fell into Miao's arms and cried like a tearful person.

However, Doctor Qiao left resolutely and told her to stay with the Lin family and that he would definitely get out of the epidemic area alive and come back to pick her up...

Everyone walked back while comforting Chun Xing. No one had a break in the past three days. They were all busy like spinning tops. Now that they had sent her away, everyone had no time to pack up. They went back to their rooms, closed the door, and fell asleep.

It was not until the early morning of the fourth day that everyone got up early, packed their bags, led the livestock, and left the city to go to the gathering place to find the leader who would lead the team to Wanbao Town.

No one knew that during these four days, the old Lin family had tried all kinds of ways to play the emotional card with Lin Lao San.

But Lin Laosan either stayed with the village head or was placed in the house of Doctor Li and Doctor Qiao. He had no chance to be alone and let people from the old house get close to him.

Mr. Lin, who had been half-dead, miraculously survived after being examined by a doctor from the provincial capital.

Everyone in the old house was happy and worried. The good news was that Grandpa Lin was here, so there would be a chance for Grandpa Lin and Lin Lao San to maintain their relationship in the future.

It seems that Lin Laosan is living a very good life now. If he can bring the person back, then the money in Lin Laosan's pocket will belong to the old house, right?

The most crucial thing is that Mr. Lin’s illness this time was not treated in time. Although his life was saved, he suffered from the sequelae of hemiplegia.

Although he can still walk, his upper limbs are bent and his lower limbs are straight, and he has to make a half circle with each step. Not only is his lower limbs walking in a weird posture, but his tongue muscles also have movement disorders, so he stutters when he speaks and drools uncontrollably.

This caused everyone in the old house to feel disgusted, and they were especially unwilling to eat with Grandpa Lin.

Mr. Lin could clearly feel his family's dislike and coldness towards him, especially since he could no longer speak clearly and drooled when eating. Even when he wanted to talk to someone, no one was willing to pay attention to him.

Even his wife, whom he had loved and cherished all his life, ignored him, which made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

Many times, Mr. Lin, who was neglected and alienated, couldn't help but think that if he could have been nicer to his third son, with his third son's honest, simple and filial nature, he would definitely not watch him being neglected, having no food to eat all day, and even not having a sip of warm water to drink.

If San'er were around, he would definitely take good care of me...

But when Mr. Lin thought of this forgotten and neglected San'er, he had already left the state capital with the village head and his men. He even left without even saying hello to his old father...

At this moment, Old Man Lin, who was gathering outside the city, had no idea that Old Man Lin, who had ignored him for more than 30 years, could still miss his son, whose sense of existence was almost zero, during his lifetime.

It’s really hard to put it into words.

If Lin Xiaoyue knew about this, she would definitely say in a lukewarm tone: The belated family affection is cheaper than grass, you don’t need it, please keep it to yourself.

No thanks, no see you, it’s better not to see you again in this life.