After the dwarf elder Kamai, who knew that he was wrong, agreed to Chu Ci's request, he gathered all the clansmen.

After all, it was the patriarch, and Kamai was obligated to tell everyone that they had been hired.

As soon as they heard that the boss who hired them had changed, and that they had not yet been paid, the dwarves started a ruckus.

Kamai couldn't be appeased at all, his mouth was worn out, and the dwarves still made trouble.

The next day, the dwarves began to protest, saying that the wolftooth tribe would meet the wrath and revenge of all the dwarves on the continent, and the cannons were screaming.

Chu Ci whistled, and Kordo, who was training, came over with a group of fighters.

Tilting their heads, the warriors rushed into the dwarf pile.

Ten minutes later, the dwarf melons gladly accepted the new job.

These short mules, with blue noses and swollen faces, slapped their chests with their big mouths missing their front teeth.

It is said that the Wolf Tooth tribe can rest assured that once the steel is in place, they will definitely work overtime and definitely live up to the trust of the barbarian warriors.

Everyone can see that this is a group of cheap bones that eat hard and don't eat soft.

In this way, the dwarves in the black soil hilly region settled in the Wolf Tooth Tribe, looking forward to the stars and the moon every day, hoping that the Holy Court would bring the steel over as soon as possible.

Chu Ci was not idle, looking for tools all over the camp, and turned the entire camp upside down.

The dwarve's addiction to alcohol was a big inspiration to him, so he decided to try to make something like alcohol.

Alcohol has a wide range of uses, including industrial, military, and medical fields.

I really know a little bit about winemaking, but the tools are more troublesome, and it requires fermentation tanks, koji, crushers and filtration devices.

However, winemaking is winemaking, alcohol is alcohol, and what is the blending ratio, is it the same thing, Chu Ci is not very sure, but he just knows a rough idea, and he is ready to do it first and then see.

After a day of writing and painting in the tent, Chu Ci found Kamai and asked him to build a large vat.

Kamai looked at Chu Ci and asked, "What are you going to build a tank for?"

"Jinnyima is uneducated, this is a fermentation vat, understand? ”

"Understood. Kamai nodded: "What is the fermentation tank for?"

"What so much nonsense, just ask if you can get it out. ”

"Yes. Kamai said disapprovingly, "My people can build it with their eyes closed. ”

"Get it out before it gets dark, or you'll be skinned. Chu Ci kicked Kamai away, and he was most annoyed by the person who could brag about B more than himself.

Looking at the drawings in question, Chu Ci began to study the crushing tool.

Although the principle of this thing is simple, the process is still relatively cumbersome, and many details are not particularly understood.

Not to mention the poor wolf tooth tribe, even the human capital may not have such a sophisticated thing, anyway, Cordo and Douglas have never heard of it.

It's useless to ask others about this, everyone doesn't know what Chu Ci means.

Originally, when Chu Ci was about to give up, he suddenly noticed a group of dwarves lying on the ground basking in the sun, and suddenly had an idea.

I don't have tools, but I have a lot of coolies.

The dwarves are all idle and start basking in the sun, aren't they ready-made coolies, let them take the big hammer and smash it hard, and the effect is the same.

A group of dwarves who were basking in the sun suddenly noticed that Chu Ci was observing them, and they suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, as if they had seen a creditor.

Watching the lively warriors know Chu Ci too well, they know that the dwarves are going to be unlucky.

At the beginning, Chu Ci had also secretly observed human prisoners of war, the same gaze, the same thoughtfulness.

The most difficult part of the process is planned, and the remaining two are the method of filtration and how to store it.

These two things are the simplest, Chu Ci and Da Bell can explain it.

Everything is ready, only food is owed.

Food is too scarce, especially in the Great Wilderness, where money can't buy it, and it's distributed by the Great Chieftain Tribe.

Barbarian warriors are not dwarves, they don't drink, but they must not go without food.

In this kind of thing, the most wasteful thing is food.

However, the Eastern Diocese has already promised to give food, and when the time comes, you can try to get it, and if you get it, you can exchange it for more food, and if you don't get it, then you can't get it, and he is not a professional.

Chu Ci discussed it with Old George, and although the latter couldn't understand it, he expressed his full support for Chu Ci.

As for this full support, it is actually still a mouthpiece, because the tribe is too poor.

Old George also thought about it, without Chu Ci the diocese would not send food over, if Chu Ci wasted all this food, then take the soldiers out to get it, whether it is robbery, fraud or fraud, anyway, it is Chu Ci's business.

After learning about Old George's attitude, Chu Ci couldn't cry or laugh.

In this way, while waiting for the Holy Court to transport steel, Chu Ci led the tribal warriors to start the great business of brewing wine.

In order to prevent the dwarves from stealing techniques, Chu Ci deliberately surrounded a workshop area in the corner of the camp.

The workshop is a workshop, and the work of crushing is not done here, but at the other end, in order to prevent the dwarves from approaching.

The workshop also had tribal warriors who took turns guarding the workshop, and when they saw any dwarf approaching, they would immediately go up and beat them up.

Old George saw that Chu Ci was in full swing, so he reluctantly took out a small part of the grain and asked Chu Ci to try it first.

It is also estimated that if it is not successful, it is better to waste less than to waste more.

Although this small part of grain is not much, it is enough to make a few barrels of ale, of course, under the premise that Chu Ci can succeed.

If he didn't succeed, Chu Ci would not be able to continue his research accurately, he left the earth to find the power of faith, not to open a winery to do business.

Chu Ci is also looking for something to do for himself, otherwise Guang, who has nothing to do every day, is worried about the safety of Yan Entropy, and he is about to drive himself crazy.

Chu Ci, who became serious for the first time, deliberately moved the tent next to the workshop, and in addition to sleeping every day, he supervised and supervised the work.

All the tribal warriors are not only good at fighting, but also good at supporting them, not only them, but even Cordor and Douglas, two human traitors, are interested, staring at those wine storage jars every day, asking dozens of times a day when they can drink, if it weren't for Chu Ci's scolding and scolding patrols every day, it is estimated that someone would have drunk these semi-finished products a long time ago.

No matter how deep it is hidden, the smell cannot be hidden, and the enticing aroma of wine wafts from the camp every day.

And this aroma of wine torments the fragile nerves of the dwarves every day.

For the dwarves, if they can't smell and drink, it is better to kill them.

For them, it was nothing less than torture.

The dwarves didn't dare to steal, let alone rob, or even protest, because they knew that Chu Ci was a very good character, so they put pressure on their leading eldest brother, that is, the elder Kamai.

If you want to say that the last person Kamai wants to see in the camp is Chu Ci.

He felt that Chu Ci was more terrible than old George, old George was anxious to K them at most, Chu Ci was anxious or not, he would K them anytime and anywhere, moody.

Under the pressure of the clansmen, the dwarven elder still found Chu Ci in a gray way.

In the past few days, Chu Ci, who has been a little angry because of the delay in returning to the entropy, is now unpleasant to look at, especially these dwarves who are already long and underbeaten.

Seeing that Kamai was coming, Chu Ci just found a reason to beat him up and vent his anger.

Kamai saw that Chu Ci didn't seem to be in a good mood, and hesitated for a long time before cautiously making a request.

"We'd like to taste your wine, Chief, may?"

Chu Ci sneered and asked, "Then you let me cut you, is it okay?"

"Okay, let's taste the salvation you brewed, and beat it up. ”

"Fuck your uncle. Chu Ci didn't bother to teach Kamai a lesson, so he turned around and left.

The twisted melon is not sweet, let him beat it, and he won't beat it.

Kamai hurriedly followed with two short legs: "Don't, just one person and one mouth, this is too torturous, we can't stand it, can you be satisfied with us, as long as you satisfy us, you can let us do anything, please, satisfy us." ”

"You're pulling my leather skirt again, I'm going to kick you. Chu Ci pulled the animal skin skirt with both hands, and he was about to kick when he raised his feet.

Kamai almost didn't pull the leather skirt down.

"Please, Chieftain, we dwarves smell such a strong smell of wine every day, we can't sleep at all, this is tormenting, we can't stand it. ”

"It's about my birds, if I can't stand it, I'll go to Jiji and call a fart to Lao Tzu. ”

Kamai was not forced by Chu Ci this time, and began to stalk very bravely, grabbing Chu Ci's calf but not letting go.

Chu Ci cried when he saw the other party, and he had no choice but to move forward by himself.

Who knew that this old man didn't want a Bilian at all, and even cried and made trouble, as if someone had killed him.

dragged the old man for more than fifty meters, and Chu Ci surrendered.

"Let go. Chu Ci, who was carrying a leather skirt, received it angrily: "There is still one mouthful, you have more than 300 dead people, do I have any left?"

"And did you teach us how to brew?"

"I'll teach you grandma!" Chu Ci laughed angrily: "You treat me as an idiot, I don't know what virtues you have, dream about it." ”

"Then give us a little even, it's always okay, right?"

"I know that you are addicted to alcohol, I don't know if you think you are addicted to drugs, as for it. Chu Ci said helplessly: "Okay, okay, you can almost drink it at night, and then you will be evened a little, but you have to work hard in the future." ”

"No problem, no problem, we will be obedient. ”

Hearing that the other party was finally willing to agree, Kamai wiped her tears and snot, and said a basket of good things.

Just as Chu Ci was about to count two sentences, Da Bell hurriedly ran over: "Here, here is the convoy in the eastern suburbs, there are many carriages, they are human!"

"It's coming, I'm in a hurry. ”