Spring comes to the desperate place

When the Song family heard Song Chunlin say he wanted to make wine, they gathered around curiously. Song Chunlin first moved out a large pile of grapes and asked everyone to rinse the grapes with clean water. The grapes produced in the space had not been sprayed with pesticides or chemical fertilizers, so rinsing the grapes with water would be enough. While waiting for the water to dry, Song Chunlin took out several large wooden basins, which were specially ordered by Song Dazhuang.

Pick the dried grapes one by one, crush them with your hands, put them into a customized large vat, add the calculated weight of rock sugar, and finally seal it and place it in a cool place to ferment.

In fact, wine should be brewed in August or September, but Song Chunlin can't wait. The current temperature is just around 20 degrees, which is just the right temperature for brewing wine. When the weather gets warmer later, he can move the wine to the cellar.

The Song family never thought that making wine was so simple. All it needed was sugar and grapes. Grandpa Song was fortunate enough to have seen wine in his early years. It was bought by his master from a merchant from the Western Regions. Just a small bottle was worth a thousand gold.

Grandpa Song sighed: "It's incredible that such a simple thing can be sold at such a high price."

Song Chunlin smiled and said, "Grandpa, this is called rare things are valuable."

"Oh yes, things are valuable because they are rare."

"And not only grapes can be used to make wine, other fruits such as plums, raspberries, and bayberries can also be used to make wine. Scholars also like plum blossom wine, peach blossom wine, etc., which can also be brewed. I will look for the tutorial later. There is also medicinal wine. I have ginseng in my space, and I can also make ginseng wine for you. That stuff is very nutritious, and I guarantee that drinking it will prolong your life."

The Song family was amazed after hearing this. The only alcohol they had access to now was low-alcohol rice wine. They never thought that alcohol could be used in so many ways. Not only fruits, but even flowers could be used to make wine. They knew about making wine with medicinal herbs, and wasn't medicinal wine for bruises and sprains one of them? As for this ginseng wine, that was even unheard of.

Grandpa Song hesitated: "Can ginseng really be soaked in wine without losing its medicinal properties?"

Song Chunlin said firmly: "Absolutely not, Grandpa, don't worry!" He didn't know whether other ginseng wines were effective or not, but the ginseng wine produced in his space must be super effective.

However, Song Chunlin also thought of another thing, that is white sugar. White sugar had not yet appeared in this era. According to his method of brewing wine, the white sugar in the space would run out sooner or later. If brown sugar or maltose was used instead, the taste of the wine might be greatly reduced. He felt that he needed to understand the sugar production operations in this world in advance.

At first he thought there was no sugarcane in this world, but there was brown sugar for sale on the market. It was only after asking Dabao that Song Chunlin learned that the sugarcane of this era was not called sugarcane, but called zhe. Some people planted it in the south, but it was rare in the north. Compared with modern sugarcane, it was shorter. But what is certain is that some people in this era already used sugarcane to make sugar.

The brown sugar made by traditional methods is not as pure as white sugar, and it also has a slightly burnt taste. This is because the sugar-pressing technology is not yet perfect. But even so, brown sugar is still a rare tonic in ancient times, and it is still everyone's first choice when visiting relatives during festivals.

But if Song Chunlin wants to get white sugar, the raw materials are not the most important thing, because separating the white sugar requires a centrifuge, which he does not have in his space. He has to find time to study how to make a centrifuge. With a centrifuge, he can get as much white sugar as he wants.

During the fermentation period, the wine needs to be stirred every ten days or half a month. After one month, the dregs need to be filtered out and discarded. Then, it needs to be filtered every ten days. Repeat this process three times and you will get clean and clear wine. However, you cannot drink it at this time. Song Chunlin said that the wine needs to be left for about half a year and it will be ready to drink around the Chinese New Year next year.

Song Dazhuang felt a little regretful when he heard that it was not drinkable yet. Every day when he passed by the cellar, he would take a look, looking forward to the day when he could drink it.

As time went by, the corn in the Song family's field grew taller and taller, and the villagers passing by were amazed.

"Why does the Song family's corn look better than other families'?"

"Yes, look how tall it is. It's almost as tall as me. The ones grown by ordinary people are not this tall."

"And why are the ears of corn so big?"

Some people noticed that the small corns were much larger than ordinary corns. The brave ones came forward to observe carefully and found that not only the corn cobs on this plant were large, but the corn cobs grown on other corns were also large.

"Oh my goodness, it turns out that corn is not grown the way we grow it. Look at the way the Song family grows corn, and the corn they produce is so thick."

Of course, these people don’t know that these corns have been improved countless times by Song Chunlin, so they naturally look different from the original corns. If it weren’t for the golden finger of space, then even if he changed the planting method now, he might still only get two or three ears of small corn.

Some people looked at the corn grown by the Song family and suddenly became eager to try it. They planned that after the autumn harvest, they would plant some corn in their own homes according to the method used by Song Dazhuang. Maybe they could really grow corn ears that were bigger than before, just like the corn in Song Dazhuang's fields.

Song Chunlin didn't know about their thoughts, and they were not alone. Although corn was not edible, it was beautiful. Rich people liked this useless thing and they might even be able to sell it for a good price.

So recently there are always some villagers who come to Song Dazhuang to get close to him and want to know his corn planting method. Song Dazhuang thinks about what his son asked him to do, and he does not keep anything to himself. No matter who comes to ask them, he tells them without reservation. Little does he know that it is this selfless act that has earned him a certain reputation among the villagers.

On this day, Song Dazhuang inspected his fields as usual and saw several people gathered at the edge of his field. The leader looked familiar. Song Dazhuang frowned and thought carefully, but he didn't know where he had seen him before.

When Song Dazhuang came up to them, the two Zhang brothers came forward and tried to get close to him with flattering faces.

After Song Dazhuang learned that the two men's surnames were Zhang, he felt even more strange. He interrupted the other party's questioning and asked them directly: "Who is Wang Fugui to you?"

The Zhang brothers were stunned, then their faces turned red and they stammered, unable to speak.

That’s right, these two people are Wang Fugui’s brothers-in-law. This time, they saw that the Song family’s corn was growing well, so they wanted to come over and ask a few questions, hoping that Song Dazhuang could give them some seeds when the time comes.

The two brothers seemed to have forgotten why their family fell ill last time. They also bet that the Song family didn't know about that. But Song Dazhuang asked them about their relationship with Wang Fugui right from the start. Isn't it obvious that he knew everything?

Seeing the expressions of the Zhang brothers, Song Dazhuang understood why he felt a sense of familiarity when looking at their faces. These two people did not look like Wang Zhang, but they looked quite similar to Wang Zhang and Wang Fugui's son. It is said that nephews look like their uncles, and it is indeed true.

Seeing that they were still reluctant to leave, Song Dazhuang's face suddenly turned cold: "You guys go back, I still have work to do, so I won't chat with you anymore. Please make way." Song Dazhuang pushed the two of them aside and walked towards his own field.

The Zhang brothers who were pushed aside stared at each other for a long time. Finally, they could only sigh helplessly and turned away.

Seeing them leave, Song Dazhuang spat harshly at their backs.

"You are all a bad family. You deserve to be sick."

After returning home, Song Dazhuang told his family about this incident and solemnly told the children: "When you see the children of these two families in the future, don't go up to play with them. I don't know the child from the Zhang family, but the son of the Wang family is a devil. Your brother was bullied last time. Don't rush to let others bully you."

The kids nodded obediently. Song Qin was a little worried: "Those two families are not good-tempered. If you scold them like this today, what will you do if they retaliate against you later?"

Song Dazhuang was not afraid at all: "If you have the guts, come over here. You know our Chunlin's abilities. If they want to get sick again, just come over here."

Song Chunlin also echoed: "Don't worry, mother. They have been taught a lesson once, so they won't forget it so quickly. I guess the Wang family doesn't know about this. After what happened last time, the two families are no longer on the same page."

What Song Chunlin said was right. The last incident almost caused the Zhang and Wang families to break off their relationship. If it weren't for Wang Zhang's crying and making a fuss, and the Zhang brothers really feeling sorry for their sister, and the two elders pleading for their daughter, they might have severed all ties by now.

Wang Fugui really didn't know that the Zhang family was going to find Song Dazhuang this time. Although he was severely taught a lesson last time, this man has always been narrow-minded. So much time has passed that he has long forgotten how uncomfortable he felt when he was sick. Now, seeing the Song family's corn field growing better and better, he couldn't suppress his dark thoughts again.

Song Chunlin naturally knew that Wang Fugui would definitely take revenge, so he would draw out a strand of mental power to follow him every day. After he finished patrolling the fields every day, that strand of mental power would remain in the cornfield. Once there was any disturbance in the fields, he would know it at the first time.

The weather was getting warmer, and the corn in the field was about to be harvested. Wang Fugui could no longer sit still. He watched the corn grow bigger and bigger, and he felt very uncomfortable.

He had planted corn in his early years, just like ordinary people, he just sowed it into the ground and that was it. However, not only was the yield low, but only one ear of corn grew. He could only harvest a few dozen kilograms from one acre of land. Those of poor quality could not be sold at a good price. Wang Fugui lost a lot of money.

But this year, when he looked at the corn in the Song family's field, he found that they only changed the planting method. How could their harvest be more than ten times more than theirs?

The more Wang Fugui thought about it, the more unbalanced he felt. If he hadn't been frightened by the lesson from last time, he would have taken action long ago and would not have waited until now.

It is a full moon tonight, and Wang Fugui goes out under the moonlight. He goes straight to the Song family's cornfield. His goal is clear: if you don't let me live well, I won't let you live well either.

It's just a few corns, I'll make you lose all your money!

With the mentality that he would not eat it anyway, Wang Fugui took out the tinder he had prepared long ago when he approached the cornfield.

It is midsummer now, but the corn stalks are full of moisture and not easily flammable. Wang Fugui still fiddled with it for a long time before he ignited a corn stalk. He felt it before he came out. It was windy and the fire could quickly ignite the surrounding area with the help of the wind. So what if they were full of moisture? No amount of moisture could resist a big fire. Unless it rained immediately, all the corns would be burned to ashes in less than an hour.

Wang Fugui had a ferocious face as he watched the flames sweeping across the cornfield with the help of the wind. Looking at the blazing fire, he felt indescribable joy in his heart.

"Song Dazhuang, ah Song Dazhuang, you have come to this day. Aren't you usually very proud? Now it's time for you to have a taste of frustration!"

"Hmph, I asked you to farm, and we are all farmers. Why do you deserve the reward from the court? Why do you insist on being a farmer? I'll show you what the consequences of insisting on being a farmer are." Wang Fugui watched the fire getting bigger and bigger, and was worried about attracting other people, so he turned around and wanted to escape, but the moment he turned around, it suddenly started to rain from the sky, and it was a rainstorm.

The sudden rainstorm stunned him completely. He was hit by raindrops and ran away in panic. When he was crawling to escape from the Song family's cornfield, something strange happened. The downpour disappeared as suddenly as it came.

But after a while Wang Fugui felt something was wrong. The sound of rain was still there, clattering and deafening. He looked towards the cornfield in shock, and sure enough, it was still raining heavily in the cornfield behind him.

The first time Wang Fugui saw this strange situation, he was completely frightened. He sat on the edge of the field in a daze, watching the heavy rain completely extinguish the fire he had just caused. Except for a few blackened corn stalks, the fire just now seemed like a dream.

Wang Fugui pinched his thigh with his hand, trembling. The severe pain almost made him jump up.

"This is actually true..." he muttered to himself. The heavy rain in the cornfield gradually stopped, revealing the wet soil on the ground. The place where he was standing was still a little wet, and the wet clothes on his body seemed to tell him that it had indeed rained just now, a rain that only fell in the Song family's cornfield.

The rain was so strange that Wang Fugui, who never believed in ghosts and gods, actually began to feel fear. He got up from the ground belatedly and fled the area desperately with weak hands and feet. He kept shouting in his throat, waking up many people along the way.