Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

The output of wine steamed in the wine steamer is very gratifying. One steamer can hold 100 kilograms of mash and can be steamed repeatedly. The wine jars used to store wine have been replaced again and again.

Zhang Ling tasted it briefly. The first batch of wine distilled was about 70 degrees. It might be due to incomplete fermentation or some alcohol volatilized during transportation. Otherwise, it could be over 80 degrees. But this result made him very satisfied.

Erdao liquor has an alcohol content of over 50%, and is the most suitable for drinking. It has an excellent taste and aroma. For example, the "Erguotou" that Zhang Ling is familiar with is derived from Erdao liquor.

The third wine is only over 30 degrees, and the taste is slightly worse. The fourth wine is only over 10 degrees, and the taste is very bad, slightly sour and astringent.

After steaming it four times, Zhang Ling ordered people to take out the remaining lees and continue steaming the second batch.

When the 200 kilograms of mash were all steamed, a total of 120 kilograms of wine was produced. Zhang Ling found a large vat from home and poured all the wine into it to mix them thoroughly.

"Okay, it's done! Tomorrow, Daniu will take two people and go to the county town again to send all the wine we made before to Xia Ji Trading Company. When you come back, remember to order some large wine jars that can hold 50 kilograms."

"Okay, Brother Ling."

"Well, everyone has worked hard today, so go to bed early. Don't use the two wine-making tools you used before, smash them and throw them away, don't let outsiders see them."

"Okay, young master..." everyone said happily.

Zhang Ling returned to his room, feeling very happy, and soon fell asleep. In his dreams, he was walking in a bustling metropolis, and then he dreamed of making a fortune in this world. In short, he was very happy.

The next morning, Zhang Ling was awakened by the cold saliva on his pillow. He touched it with his hand and put it to his nose to smell it. The smell almost drove him away. He could only describe it in two words - "stinky". He couldn't help but feel nauseous and threw the pillow far away in anger...

After breakfast, Zhang Ling found his uncle Liu Huaiyuan and asked him to make more fermented mash in the future as fermented wine was no longer needed.

Liu Huaiyuan agreed immediately. Although he didn't know the reason, he didn't ask any more questions.

Zhang Ling felt a little tired after running around for the past two days, and finally wanted to take a day off and relax. But when he got home, he saw a guest.

"Wang Huan meets Brother Zhang. I'm sorry to bother you!" Wang Huan had not entered the house before, but had been standing at the door waiting.

"Brother Wang, you are too polite. I am so happy that you have come from afar. Please come in and sit down in our room and we can talk slowly." Zhang Ling stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, welcoming him in.

When the two of them arrived at the living room, Wang Huan stated his purpose directly: "Brother Zhang's poetry collection has caused a rush of people since its launch. Countless scholars and scholars have been yearning for it and have rushed to buy it. This is half of the profit from the poetry collection in recent days. After deducting the previous 300 taels, there is still a total of 470 taels. Please accept it."

"So many?" Zhang Ling was very surprised.

"That's right. My father knew that this collection of poems would sell well, so he ordered people to work day and night, printing more than a thousand copies every day. After deducting the cost, the net profit is nearly one thousand five hundred taels. In time, Brother Zhang's name will be famous all over the country!" Wang Huan said calmly, but he was extremely envious in his heart.

"In that case, I would be disrespectful to refuse it." Zhang Ling heard this, neither sad nor happy, and silently accepted the money.

"I came here today because my father asked me to do something for you." Wang Huan saw that he did not show any pride, and he couldn't help but feel more admiration for him.

"Brother Wang, please speak."

"The poetry collection is a big hit. My father hopes that Brother Zhang can write more poems. If you have new works in your spare time, please let me know. I will send someone to pick them up immediately so that they can be printed as soon as possible."

"Okay, I will do my best."

After the two exchanged greetings for a while, Wang Huan stood up to say goodbye, and Zhang Ling immediately ordered someone to bring him five pounds of newly brewed wine from last night as a gift.

After seeing Wang Huan off, Zhang Ling decided to go back to his room to have a good rest. But after lying down for a while, he decided to revise the unfinished sketch from yesterday.

Two brick kilns have been basically built on the wasteland of Wangshan Village. Mr. Yang is directing a group of villagers to do the finishing work.

"Uncle, now that the kiln is dug, can we come here to work in the future?"

"Yes, Uncle Yang, we will definitely need a lot of people to make bricks in the future. Why don't you go talk to Zhang Ling..."

Several farmers who had finished their work gathered around Mr. Yang and asked him questions.

Although they had worked hard these days, they still received the same wages. The dandy young master in the village suddenly became a different person. He not only bought a large piece of wasteland, but also asked them to dig kilns and make bricks.

Although they don't know whether they can make money by making bricks, they have something to do and at least they can have a full meal. Although the food on the construction site is not rich in fish and meat, it is still meat, and rice, flour, porridge and water are enough to fill them up. Even if they are not paid, they want to continue doing this job. They eat less at each meal, and the food they save can feed their children for a day.

"I'll ask about this later. If you have nothing to do, help level the ground. After all, you're getting paid and eating, so don't just sit there doing nothing." Old Yang seemed somewhat relieved. He was a little scared of spending the hundred taels of silver these days, but when he saw the happy smiling faces of his fellow villagers, he felt that he had never been so happy in his life.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to go to Zhang Ling's house in person to ask the villagers if they could find some work.

Zhang Ling felt that he hadn't been working attentively for too long. He had only been revising the sketch for two hours, but his head was already dizzy. Fortunately, he finally finished all the drawings. The only thing left was to wait until the real thing was made to know whether it needed to be changed.

After he left the room and walked to the yard, he heard Xiao Cui's voice: "Master, the elder of the Yang clan is here. Madam asked you to go to the living room quickly."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Zhang Ling was puzzled, thinking that there was something wrong with the brick kiln, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"Xiao Ling is here. I hope I didn't disturb you." Old Yang had a kind face. When he saw him coming, he greeted him with a smile.

"Um, Mr. Yang, if there is anything, just send someone to inform me. There is no need for you to come here in person. Did something happen?" Zhang Ling asked immediately because he was confused.

"No, nothing could happen. I came here today to tell you that the brick kiln has been almost completed." As Mr. Yang spoke, he was thinking about how to start the conversation.

"So soon? Why do you need to come here in person for this kind of thing? You are old, what if you stumble and fall?" Zhang Ling knew that the other party must have come for something, so he deliberately said some polite words.

"It's like this. The villagers wanted me to ask if your brick kiln needs any workers. They want to work for you. The pay doesn't matter, as long as they can have a full meal." Seeing that he had no choice but to speak, Mr. Yang went straight to the point.

Zhang Ling's face flushed when he heard what he said. He touched his nose awkwardly and said a little embarrassedly, "So that's how it is. It's no problem, Mr. Yang. When we need help, we will definitely let them do the work."

"Well, that's good. You are a good child. I'm old now, and the future of our Wangshan Village depends entirely on good young people like you." Old Yang stood up, stroked his silver beard, and smiled with satisfaction.

The two of them exchanged a few polite words, and Zhang Ling supported him and walked him out the door tremblingly.