Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

In the dim adobe house, Ye Qingmei walked to the bedside with tears on her face, holding a bowl of black medicine.

"Mom, the medicine is ready, you should drink it quickly, otherwise it will become cold and have no effect." Ye Qingmei wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and helped her pale mother up from the bed.

Mother Ye looked very weak, with almost no blood on her skinny body. She opened her mouth with difficulty and slowly drank the bowl of Chinese medicine soup.

After feeding the medicine, Ye Qingmei helped her mother lie down on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and went out.

Ye Kui was sitting on the bluestone pier outside the door, sighing. He had lost his appetite in the past few days, his eye sockets were swollen, and his hair had turned even whiter.

"Dad, Mom just took her medicine and went to sleep. The kitchen has heated up some food. You can eat some first." Ye Qingmei walked up to her father and said with some heartache.

"Oh, my daughter, there is no way your father can eat. I have borrowed from all the neighbors and relatives, but I can only get less than three strings of money. Doctor Zhong also said that if I don't continue the treatment within three days, your mother will have to prepare for her death. What should I do? What should I do?" Ye Kui grabbed his hair fiercely, buried his head deeply in his knees, and his voice was almost collapsed.

"Dad, don't be like this, there must be a way! What about my cousin Liu? Can I go and get some wages? Or can I go and ask my aunt for help?" Ye Qingmei burst into tears upon seeing this. He hurriedly grabbed his father's arm and asked hopefully.

"No need to go. Although the Liu family is somewhat related to us, they are distant relatives after all. Your grandfather and Liu Jie's grandfather are cousins, and I am the third generation. If we were not within the fifth degree of mourning, no one would even look at us. Since your mother fell ill, I have paid back all the wages for next year, and your cousin has also lent us a lot of private money. Even if she dies of illness or starvation, we can't trouble others anymore, do you understand, child?" Ye Kui raised his head and patted the back of his daughter's hand, his tone full of helplessness.

"Okay, I understand, Dad. How about I go ask Zhang Ling for help? Maybe he can think of a solution for us." Ye Qingmei lowered her head and said the words she least wanted to say.

She had thought a lot in the past two days, and she knew that if she went to him for help again, it would be difficult for them to have a future together in this life. At least she would never be able to hold her head up in front of him, because she didn't want to owe him too much, and she couldn't pay it back!

Ye Qingmei has liked Zhang Ling since she was very young. Even if the villagers said that he was uneducated or a bully, Ye Qingmei never believed it.

In her eyes, Zhang Ling is still the little brother who used a bamboo pole to save her from the river when she was a child, and the kind boy who could make white flour buns out of his clothes and give them to her with a smile.

"Well, this is the only way. Just ask him briefly. If he hesitates or refuses, don't make it difficult for him. Although they were planning to let you marry him before, this was only arranged by your cousin from the Liu family, and the other family didn't offer a betrothal gift. Besides, Zhang Ling bought you back from the pawnshop last time and tore up your indenture, so he didn't make you a slave. We, the Ye family, cannot repay this favor!" Ye Kui's eyes became moist as he spoke. He was a kind-hearted man who had lived an honest life for most of his life. Naturally, he didn't want his daughter to do anything shameless.

"Dad, I know. I don't want to look for him either, but Mom can't wait. As long as Mom's illness can be cured, I will accept it even if I have to work like a slave for the Zhang family in the future!" Ye Qingmei bit her lip, her thin face full of determination.

"My dear daughter, I am really sorry for you. It is your father who is useless, it is your father who is useless..." Ye Kui was heartbroken, and the burly man burst into tears for a while...

Just as the father and daughter were crying in each other's arms, Zhang Ling took Da Niu and five young men to Liujia Chong Winery.

“Since we have received the deposit from others, we must hurry up and make some Huangliang Xianniang. It will probably take some time for the new winery to be built. The Xiaji shop will definitely be waiting to get the wine in the next two days, so we can only let everyone work harder.” Zhang Ling said as he urged everyone to load the fermented wine in the winery into a wheelbarrow and then transport it back to their house.

There were many people here during the day, and Liu Huaiyuan had to send the workers away at night. So Zhang Ling suggested transporting some of the fermented wine back and storing it in the newly built straw shed outside the yard. The straw shed was large anyway, and there was still a lot of space left for several people to live in, so the distillation could be done directly there.

After working back and forth for more than an hour, they successfully transported 500 kilograms of fermented wine back from Liujia Chong.

After storing the wine, Zhang Ling began to assemble the disassembled simple distillation device.

The original clay pot was too small, and after being spliced ​​into a pottery pot, it could barely hold ten kilograms of wine. Zhang Ling simply found a water tank and a pottery basin of the right size, and remade a large distiller that could hold fifty kilograms.

They found two charcoal braziers at home and asked Li Liulang to go to the kitchen to get some firewood. After they cleared all the hay in the shed, they set up the rack and started to distill and ferment the wine.

Zhang Ling demonstrated the whole process, from adding fermented wine, to the temperature and air tightness, to water cooling, and finally to the formation of distilled wine. The operation method is simple, and the two simple devices can be started at the same time, and the progress is very ideal.

A small distillation device can produce 7 to 8 kilograms of distilled liquor in an hour, and a large one can produce about 13 kilograms. At this time, a full 100 kilograms of fermented liquor has been consumed.

Seeing that the young men had learned almost everything, Zhang Ling twisted his sore neck and whispered, "Daniel, if they don't understand, teach them twice more. Pay attention to safety and ventilation when making fire, and don't let anything happen. I'll go back and rest first. Call me if you need anything. Everyone, work hard tonight and have a good rest tomorrow. Tell the kitchen later and ask them to prepare a midnight snack. Order whatever you want and just tell them I said so."

"Got it, Brother Ling."

"Okay Master..."

Seeing everyone agreed, Zhang Ling smiled, waved his hand, and went straight back to the room.

The autumn moon is my beauty, the dream is longer and shorter.

When Zhang Ling woke up, it was already daybreak. Xin'er was waiting outside the door with a willow branch and a bowl of water, just like yesterday. She had also drawn water for washing her face at the well, and a clean face towel was draped over the edge of the basin.

"I got up a little late today. Next time you don't have to wait at the door. I can do these little things myself." Zhang Ling thought that this girl had been waiting for him to get up, and said with an apologetic smile.

"But I'm the young master's personal maid. If I don't do something, people in the courtyard will gossip about me." Xin'er blinked her watery eyes and said thoughtfully.

"It's up to you. Just put these things at my door next time. It's tiring to stand. Sometimes I sleep until very late." Zhang Ling waved his hand and walked straight to the well.

"I came here because I heard the noise. I was sitting in the corridor reading a book." Xin'er pointed to a chair on the side of the corridor and stuck out her tongue mischievously.

"Haha, you girl. Read less storybooks, or you might hurt your brain." Zhang Ling saw the books on the chair and stopped worrying about these questions. He shook his head and smiled.

"I have nothing to do all day long. How can I kill time if I don't read some storybooks? Master, please bring me some storybooks back next time you go to the county town." Xin'er looked worried and unhappy.

"You, okay." Zhang Ling smiled helplessly, nodded in agreement, and then began to wash.