Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

Yu'er was so absorbed in listening that she was stunned when the song was finished. Although the lyrics of this song were straightforward and not gorgeous, they were easy to understand and could resonate with people. She had been learning poetry since she was young, and she wanted to sing a touching song, but today, she was defeated by a young man.

She was so excited that she ignored the maid's dissuasion and ran downstairs to ask the boy how he did it.

"Let's go, Brother Jie. We've listened to the song. If we don't go back, the city gate will be closed." Zhang Ling, who was unaware of what was happening on the balcony, stood up and said.

"Oh, okay, okay." Liu Jie was completely dumbfounded at this moment. He began to doubt whether the person in front of him was the cousin he knew.

"Sir, will you come again?" Liu Yan looked at Zhang Ling reluctantly with tears in her eyes. In Xianglanfang, she was just a servant. Except for a few women who did odd jobs, no one else looked at her. But Zhang Ling was different. Not only did he let her accompany him for drinks, he also behaved generously and politely.

"Yes, I will." Zhang Ling smiled, turned around and left without caring whether Liu Jie followed him or not.

When Yu'er chased down from upstairs, there was no trace of Zhang Ling. She ignored the flattery of the guests and hurried to the door, but did not see the person she was looking for.

When Zhang Ling and his partner arrived at the shop, Manager Wang was still waiting in the hall. The three young men had already woken up, and the carpenter's apprentice and his family were also waiting nearby.

After greeting everyone, Zhang Ling hired another carriage from the pawnbroker and left the county town under the cover of night.

It was already 12:00 when they got home. Zhang Ling arranged for the carpenter apprentice and his family to stay in a guest room in the west wing. The three injured young men were sent to the straw hut. Anyway, Da Niu and his men were taking turns making wine at night, so the beds were empty.

Zhang Ling found some clean bedding and straw mats from home so that they could use them when they were tired. He would move a few more beds in tomorrow since there was plenty of space here anyway.

There was no conversation that night, until the rooster crowed at the dawn.

Zhang Ling got up early in the morning. There were many things to deal with today, so he was destined not to stay in the warm bed.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw Xin'er and the carpenter's apprentice and his family waiting for me.

"Your humble servant Cao Shuan pays respects to the young master! Huzi, Erzi, come quickly and kowtow to the young master!"

"Cao greets the young master!"

As the carpenter's apprentice said this, he pulled the two children over and knelt on the ground and kowtowed. His wife immediately followed suit.

"Hurry up and get up. We are a family now, so there's no need to perform such a big ceremony." Seeing this, Zhang Ling hurried forward and helped them up one by one.

"Young Master is kind and righteous. I will do my best to repay you for your kindness!" Cao Shuan said respectfully.

"Okay, okay, don't be so polite. Xin'er, take them to have breakfast first. I'll be there after I wash up." After Zhang Ling finished speaking, he walked straight to the well.

After breakfast, Zhang Ling took Cao Shuan to the straw hut. Seeing that the injuries of the three people from yesterday were not serious for the time being, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Cao Shuan, do you know how to make a steamer barrel for steaming wine?" Seeing that there was no outsider in the straw hut, Zhang Ling asked directly.

"A steamer barrel for steaming wine? I've never heard of it!" Cao Shuan looked confused and shook his head.

"Well, okay then, come with me." Seeing this, Zhang Ling didn't know what to say, so he had to take him to his room.

He found paper and pen and drew the general shape of the steamer barrel on the paper.

"It's something like this. First, make a cylindrical shape with a wooden board. Whether it's using mortise and tenon joints or resin to glue it together, make sure it's airtight." Zhang Ling handed him a paper with a rough design on it.

"Master, are these two pots? No, there is another one in the middle?" Cao Shuan asked while looking at another anatomy sketch.

"Well, can it be done?" Zhang Ling nodded and asked.

"This thing is very simple and can be done in a day at most." Cao Shuan looked at it carefully and answered with great confidence.

"So fast?" Zhang Ling was surprised.

"Yes, young master. Steam a few wooden boards, bend them into some arcs while they are still hot, and then fix them with wedges, nails and tenons. The wooden frame inside the barrel should be made detachable and can be taken out when not in use. You only need to buy a few pots, and leave the rest to me. I promise to make it for you before dark." Cao Shuan looked at the sketch and immediately understood the structure. He immediately promised with a solemn oath.

"Okay, if you can do it today, I will reward you handsomely!"

"No need for rewards, young master. It is my duty to work for you. Do you have any requests for wood?"

"I have always been clear about rewards and punishments. Don't refuse this matter again. As for the wood, you can use whatever is convenient and strong."

"Okay, young master, please rest assured!"

"Well, this matter must be kept secret. This is our family's biggest source of income. It must not be spread out."

"I understand. Master, don't worry. Even if it's my wife, I will never tell her."

"That's not necessary. Just don't let outsiders know. Okay, go and do your work. If you need anything, you can come to me directly." Zhang Ling smiled and patted his shoulder, showing that he was very optimistic.

After Cao Shuan left, Zhang Ling was overjoyed. If this steamer barrel could be made, the output of distilled liquor could be increased by more than ten times. One hundred kilograms of grain could produce at least fifty kilograms of strong liquor. At that time, he would truly have a foundation for survival.

During the fermentation period of traditional winemaking, a large amount of alcohol will evaporate over time. After it is completely fermented into wine, the alcohol content is pitifully low.

The distillation device he had made before could only perform simple purification of fermented wine. During the heating process, the alcohol contained in the wine would evaporate in large quantities. Not only was the output pitifully low, but the cost was also huge.

It is different if you have a steamer barrel. After the grain is fermented, it can be steamed immediately. At this time, the alcohol content is strong and the alcohol content is naturally high. During the first steaming, it can even reach more than 80 degrees. And it can be repeated many times until no more alcohol is steamed out, and the output is very impressive.

Zhang Ling found Da Niu, gave him some silver and asked him to take two people, set up a horse-drawn carriage, and go to the village or county to customize three sizes of iron pots.

"You should buy from several separate places, and buy five of each type first. If anyone asks, just say that we in Wangshan Village are digging a brick kiln, and there are hundreds of people working, and there are not enough iron pots for cooking. Don't say anything else." Zhang Ling reminded before leaving.

"Okay, Brother Ling, don't worry!" Da Niu patted his chest and assured.

After seeing off a few people, Zhang Ling went straight back to his room.

The steamer barrel in his memory only had two pots, one for the top and one for the bottom. But considering that ordinary blacksmiths of that era did not have high skills, he divided the iron pot into three parts: the bottom bottom pot, with a diameter of five feet, was used to boil water; the top top pot, with a diameter of three and a half feet, was used to hold cold water; and the small pot in the middle, with a diameter of one and a half feet, was used to hold and serve wine.

The small pot was originally suspended at the bottom of the sky pot, and the two were integrated. But Zhang Ling changed it to a wooden frame support, which was much simpler. A hole was drilled on one side of the bottom of the small pot, and a hollow iron or bamboo tube was inserted, extending to the outside of the steamer barrel.

Zhang Ling sat at the table and drew the detailed structure of the steamer barrel again. After confirming that it was correct, he nodded with satisfaction. Then he thought of the Jenny machine and the jacquard machine, so he carefully drew a draft.