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Li Feng nodded, then looked at Li Qingqing, "Li Qing, this is Censor Song."

Li Qingqing bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Your Excellency the Censor."

Censor Song nodded slightly, a look of scrutiny in his eyes. "Just now I heard you discussing strong liquor?"

Li Qingqing glanced at Li Feng, and seeing that he didn't stop her, she said, "I just talked to the general about this, and I plan to try brewing some sorghum wine in my free time."

Censor Song was a supervisor sent by the imperial court, so she would not tell him about the wine-making business.

Who knows if Censor Song will stab her in the back in the future.

When Censor Song heard that Li Qingqing could brew wine, he became interested. He raised his brows slightly.

"Sorghum wine? I've never heard of it. Since you know how to brew it, I really want to taste it!"

As soon as Censor Song finished speaking, he said to Li Feng with a hint of dissatisfaction: "General Li, you didn't bring any wine this time?"

"I prepared so much wine for you last time, and you drank it all so quickly?"

Li Feng looked at Censor Song, looking somewhat helpless. "I was in charge of escorting His Royal Highness Prince Qing this time, and the schedule was so tight that I didn't have time to buy wine."

In fact, he came to pick up Li Qingqing back to the border under the pretext of sending Mu Yunjing back to Kyoto, and forgot about buying wine for Censor Song.

Who knew this old man could drink so fast?

"I knew you were unreliable." Censor Song glared at Li Feng, then turned to Li Qingqing with a smile.

"Liqing, since you know how to make wine, how about we start tomorrow? I really want to try that 'rich, lingering, and intensely potent wine' you were talking about."

"Your Excellency, Li Qing's top priority right now is to repair and reinforce the wall."

Li Feng was a little amused and added, "I'll send someone to buy you some wine tomorrow."

The people in the border town don’t even harvest enough rice to eat every year, so how could they even think of making wine?

Even if there is wine for sale, most people would not dare to buy it and drink it without restraint.

Three pounds of rice and one pound of wine!

Only Censor Song likes this.

The old man is the only one left in his family. He likes to drink and enjoy life while he can. He devotes all his monthly salary to wine, which can be regarded as a contribution to the wine culture of Dayuan Kingdom.

Li Feng felt a little regretful. Why did he forget to buy him some wine when he came from Qiu Shui Town? He would have to send a messenger to buy it for him tomorrow.

Li Qingqing saw that Li Feng was a little embarrassed, and immediately replied: "Master Censor, please rest assured, I will brew a pot of fine wine for you as soon as possible."

"That's pretty much it!"

Song Yushi's face lit up with joy. He smiled with satisfaction and turned to leave. "I'm going back to rest."

After Censor Song left, Li Feng smiled and said to Li Qingqing:

"When I first arrived, I heard that Censor Song was a stern and upright person, and I thought he wouldn't be easy to get along with. I didn't expect him to be such a casual person."

Li Qingqing smiled but didn't answer. She could understand Li Feng's feelings.

As a leader of soldiers, it is indeed a headache if there is someone who is always watching you to see if you make any mistakes, and who will think you have crossed the line and report to the court in a hurry at the slightest sign of trouble.

Because Li Feng agreed to let Li Qingqing prepare special meals, early in the morning, Li Qingqing took all the shadow guards and drove a carriage to the nearby mountains.

The main purpose of this trip was to get some stones and mud to build two stoves: a small stove for daily cooking and a large stove for brewing wine.

While collecting soil, Li Qingqing discovered that, just as she had expected, the soil here was very suitable for making blue bricks.

Now all we need to do is find a suitable place to build the kiln.

Li Qingqing then ordered the shadow guards to collect the stones and yellow mud, and transport the materials back to the residence by carriage, so that they could build the stove first.

She waited there for the carriage to return.

While waiting for the carriage to return, Li Qingqing was not idle either. She was picking Polygonum multiflorum in the nearby mountains.

This is the season for harvesting Polygonum multiflorum, and it can be seen everywhere in the mountains, fields and ditches.

Hot Polygonum hydropiper is an essential ingredient for making wine yeast. By mixing it with Poria cocos, licorice, rice, wheat and other ingredients, the mother yeast can be made.

As long as you have the mother koji, store it in a space and use it to make wine koji at any time in the future.

Li Qingqing is a man of action. Since she has decided to make wine to earn money, she has to make the necessary preparations in advance.

She planned to write a letter to Xie Xuan'an tonight and ask him to prepare the wine-making tools in advance.

Not long after, the two shadow guards came back in a carriage, and Li Qingqing had collected enough Polygonum multiflorum in her space.

She took two shadow guards with her and began looking for a suitable site to build a brick kiln.

The carriage swayed slowly forward, and she observed the surrounding terrain as she walked.

Because she had previous experience in building brick kilns in Qiu Shui Town, she finally chose a place close to the hillside and with relatively flat terrain around it.

It is easy to get soil here, there is not only sufficient water, but it is also relatively easy to cut wood.

The only drawback is that it is quite far from the border, but somewhat close to the border town, right in between the two.

Li Qingqing considered it over and over again and decided to build the brick kiln here.

Since the soldiers in the army were tired of fighting, she had to find a way to find labor to make bricks.

If the brick kiln is too close to the border, it may cause panic if it is attacked by the enemy. Moreover, if a few spies sneak in and obtain some intelligence, it will be troublesome.

Fortunately, it is closer to the town, so the villagers can work and go home at night.

Thinking of this, Li Qingqing decided to go all out and drove to the town with two shadow guards.

The person in charge of managing the border town is the village head. He had received an urgent notice from Wei Duhu yesterday afternoon and was now warmly welcoming Li Qingqing.

When he heard that Li Qingqing needed a lot of labor to build a brick kiln, the village head sighed helplessly and said:

"Sir Deputy General, it's not that we don't cooperate, but the number of men here is simply too small."

The village head was very nervous because the town was too poor and he really wanted to get some extra income for the villagers.

But the deputy general only needs labor, and the labor force is males. Do those half-grown boys count?

The village head was in a dilemma, not knowing who to recommend for the job.

Seeing Li Qingqing frowning and not saying anything, the village head quickly handed over the town directory and explained:

"Deputy General, most of the residents of this town are the families of soldiers who migrated with the army. Among them are women and children who were born and raised here. Some families moved here because they could no longer care for their elderly parents."

In other words, the pillars of the family are all in the border military camp.

The people living in the village are basically the elderly, the weak, women and children. They can do part-time jobs, but they have to find other people to do the heavy physical work such as digging, carrying and chopping.

The village head is also helpless, but this is the current situation.

Li Qingqing took the book and flipped through it casually.

The border town has more than 500 households and a population of over 1,700 people. It looks quite impressive at first glance, but in reality, the labor force is scarce.

This can be seen from the cultivated fields. The area of ​​reclaimed paddy fields in the town is less than 2,000 acres.

No wonder sorghum grows so luxuriantly all over the mountains and plains. The elderly, the weak, women and children, who have limited physical strength, all choose to plant this crop that can survive as long as there is land.