"Hello little master!"

As soon as Zhu Junyi got up and pushed open the wooden door, he saw a long line of carriages parked neatly outside, and a large group of unfamiliar workers stood around the carriage, all bowing down to greet him.

"You ...... This is? Zhu Junyi was confused, and then he saw the only person he knew—Steward Wang.

"Good morning, little boy!" Steward Wang bowed.

Zhu Junyi hurriedly waved his hand, he was really not used to being called so respectfully, and said: "Steward Wang, you are so old, don't call me that, your politeness always makes me feel weird." ”

Steward Wang smiled: "This is as it should be, from today on, you are my master's business partner, my son-in-law has already told the old slave to do his best to cooperate with you, you can tell me what you need." These are the old slaves' own initiatives, considering the workers and materials you may need to arrange in advance, including masons, carpenters, coopers, winemakers, and ten sets of copper pots, steamers and other utensils needed for brewing, as well as the sake lees yeast you need, etc., as long as you choose a good place to arrange them to start working. ”

Zhu Junyi looked at the more than 20 carriages and more than 60 people in front of him, and suddenly felt that he didn't seem to have woken up yet, rubbed his eyes and opened it again, the people were still there, the carriage was also there, and the smiling housekeeper Wang was also there, he said in confusion: "Didn't you say okay, your master will not arrange to do these things until I take out the sample?" ”

Steward Wang said: "My son-in-law said that you can design such an efficient sugar squeezing workshop, you really have the ability." My son-in-law also said that as a businessman, you can never be slower than others when you can make money. ”

Zhu Junyi smiled, thinking that this father was really a wonderful person. Yesterday and Huang Ban determined the location of the ten acres of land, on a piece of wasteland not far from the sugar mill, yesterday and Cao Shanhu went to see, I didn't expect that early this morning, people will be ready to wait for the construction personnel and materials at the door.

Zhu Junyi suddenly remembered the later British economic commentator Tuo? About? Dunninger wrote in his essay "Trade Unions and Strikes": "As soon as there is a proper profit, capital is emboldened, and if there is a 10% profit, it is guaranteed to be used everywhere; With a 20% profit, it becomes active; With a 50% profit, it takes risks; With 100% profits, it dares to trample on all human laws; With a 300% profit, it dares to commit any crime, even risking hanging its head. "Sure enough, merchants have been profit-driven animals throughout the ages!

It was nearly noon, the temperature in the area of Gandarya began to heat up, and a large group of people worked in the fields, sweating in the direct sunlight, and eight of the more than 20 carriages were specially transported red bricks. After seeing the site, Zhu Junyi decided to build the framework of the fermentation room and the brewing workshop first, and only after these were completed would the assembly and construction of the equipment inside the workshop be carried out. The workers brought by Steward Wang were all skilled and skilled craftsmen, and in less than a morning, a row of red brick workshop walls had begun to take shape, more than twice as fast as Zhu Junyi imagined. Sure enough, no matter what era, when it comes to infrastructure construction, there is no one else in the world except the Chinese.

What Zhu Junyi didn't expect was that this housekeeper Wang even prepared such a complete set of tables, chairs, tea trays, and parasols, and even specially arranged for two native girls to fan fans from the side, so that whether he was drawing sketches or checking the construction progress on the spot, he was followed by a strong man holding an umbrella and a native girl who fanned a fan in the morning. Thinking of those leaders in later generations who went to inspect the localities, it seems to be like this, he doesn't know what those leaders think, he himself has goosebumps, this seems to be the corrupt and degenerate behavior of the feudal landlord class in the books, right? Zhu Junyi is not one of those "Holy Mothers", who pretends to be sympathetic all day long, he admits that the feeling of being served is indeed very enjoyable, but he also feels that when others are working hard, it is a bit unreasonable for him to drink tea on the side.

Zhu Junyi carefully inspected the half-meter-high red brick wall that floated quickly, and saw that it was neatly arranged, and the glutinous rice juice between the bricks was also very dense, but unfortunately it was impossible to produce cement now, Zhu Junyi thought with a little regret, after all, the cost of glutinous rice juice was higher, although he didn't need to pay for it himself, but as one of the partners, he was also a little distressed. However, in this way, the safety of the workshop is fully guaranteed.

"Not bad." Zhu Junyi nodded with satisfaction, looked up at the sky, turned his head and shouted to all the helpers on the scene: "It's not early, everyone take a rest!" It's never too late to get back to work! ”

The whole audience quieted down all of a sudden, and looked at Zhu Junyi blankly, as if they didn't know what he was talking about. Zhu Junyi thought that everyone didn't hear clearly, and shouted again, everyone looked at him strangely, there was an inexplicable ridicule in their eyes, and Zhu Junyi was not embarrassed, strictly speaking, he was not the employer of these helpers, and it was a bit self-inflicted to give orders on his behalf.

Steward Wang, who was originally hiding in the shade and drinking tea leisurely, also ran to him with small steps and jogged when he saw this situation, and asked, "What do you have to say?" ”

"Which ......" Zhu Junyi blushed and said tentatively: "Steward Wang, it's already noon, can you let everyone rest for a while and continue after lunch?" ”

Steward Wang was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood Zhu Junyi's intentions, and said with a smile: "The little boy is really a philanthropic person, but for these craftsmen and slaves, there is no need to be too compassionate, this is their duty, they still have to rush to work before dark, and there will naturally be food at that time." The little boy must be hungry, right? Never mind! The old slave has already prepared it, and your lunch will be brought to you to enjoy. ”

"Are you saying that they have to work all day to eat? At such high temperatures? Zhu Junyi was taken aback.

Steward Wang said curiously: "This ...... Any questions? ”

Oh, yes? Any questions? Zhu Junyi was suddenly asked, there seemed to be another voice in his heart asking himself, and he suddenly realized that he was measuring this time and space with the set of moral standards of later generations, and the early capital accumulation was bloody. And what about yourself? In order to earn this first pot of gold, should I also learn to be like these people?

"Well, working in such a high temperature at noon is easy to suffer from heat stroke, dehydration, etc., and working on a hungry stomach is even more inefficient, does this steward Wang understand what I mean?" Zhu Junyi felt that he couldn't squeeze labor ruthlessly and cruelly, and tried to persuade Steward Wang from the perspective of work efficiency, and at the same time made his heart a little better.

"Okay! If you have to be ......," Steward Wang nodded reasonably.

When Steward Wang announced to everyone that they would rest for half an hour at noon and that meals would be served at the same time, many of the helpers looked at this place in disbelief, and then they all knelt down and said in unison: "Thank you, old man, for your mercy!" ”

Zhu Junyi breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as the helpers who had eaten and drunk enough to replenish their physical strength started work in the afternoon, their morale was surprisingly high, and the speed of the construction of the wall was noticeably quickened.

Steward Wang looked at Zhu Junyi, who was sleeping deeply next to him, or the young master Sun in front of him was not just different, such a young child knew how to invite people's hearts, so once he was allowed to take charge of the Zhu family in the future......

Steward Wang took a sip of tea with great interest, and his mood improved.

The red brick fermentation room and winemaking workshop were completed in just four and a half days, and the roof was still covered with thick sugarcane leaves and bundles of straw.

On the fifth day, Cao Shanhu borrowed Steward Wang's people and carts to transport ten carts of bagasse, and Zhu Junyi asked Steward Wang to arrange for someone to add water to the yeast to melt it, and then stir it with bagasse and pour it all into the ten neat pits, and re-cover the top with thick bundles of straw, and spread the entire ground with mud to completely isolate the bagasse.

"Little brother! Do you think this useless scum can really make good wine? Cao Shanhu looked at everything in front of him and felt a little incredible, the little brother of the Zhu family was like a finger with a little stone turning into gold, and he actually wanted to use bagasse to make wine.

Since he entered the Heaven and Earth Society and made a gentleman's covenant with Huang Ban, Zhu Junyi had no reservations, and the rumor that he was going to use bagasse to make wine soon spread in Houshui Hall, and the Huang Hall Master even designated Cao Shanhu to assist and cooperate. Everyone in the rivers and lakes is good at wine, and the news that Zhu Junyi is going to make wine is great news for the congregation, but can this five-year-old child do it? People were full of doubts and conjectures, and even Cao Shanhu was also affected, and he was worried that Zhu Junyi's method would fail, because Batavia's wine was as precious as grain, and he had never heard of anyone who could make wine from those waste materials.

Zhu Junyi watched the copper pot and distillation barrel installed in place step by step according to his own ideas, and felt a little proud in his heart, he was inexplicably sold into a slave when he first arrived, and now he has become a boss! This first pot of gold seems to be victory in sight. He took Cao Shanhu's hand, but found that Cao Shanhu's palms were full of sweat, and he smiled nonchalantly: "Brother Cao, look at it!" The smell of wine will soon waft out of our workshop! ”

Seven days later, the mud seal of the first compartment of the fermentation room was opened, and the room was filled with a fragrant and refreshing fragrance. The old slave has just come from the fermentation room, and the smell in the first pit is really fragrant! It's so fragrant! ”

Zhu Junyi was arranging for workers to pour a whole pot of water into the water inlet on the upper side of the redesigned and installed steaming barrel, and said with a smile: "Old housekeeper, it's not so fast, it still needs to be distilled after fermentation, I'm afraid it will take some time, don't say that your son-in-law can't wait!" ”

Under the command of Zhu Junyi, the workers worked together to open the upper lid of the steaming barrel, stuffed the fermented bagasse yeast mixture into the steaming drawer above the steaming barrel, stuffed it full, and re-covered the lid, and sealed all the gaps of the steaming barrel with mud, and the furnace workers began to light the fire and add firewood, and after a while, the soil on the gap on the surface of the steaming barrel began to be full and shallow and dry, Zhu Junyi mastered the fire from the side, not to let the furnace fire too strong, and not to boil the water, Zhu Junyi remembered that the brewing temperature of rum in later generations was usually 12~About 18 degrees Celsius, the biggest advantage of this temperature is that it can reduce the production of fusel oil and some other materials that affect the taste, and the alcohol will soon diverge when it reaches the boiling point, but there is no thermometer at hand at the moment, so I have to take some more primitive ways to measure, but in this way, the temperature becomes high and low, difficult to control, and almost ruined Zhu Junyi's winemaking plan.

The temperature of the first few boilers was too high, and the wine juice was bitter and unpleasant, and even Cao Shanhu, who had low requirements for the taste of wine, could not swallow it.

After several failures, Zhu Junyi came up with a lot of ways to control the temperature, such as controlling the frequency and amount of firewood, and then using the color change of the mud seal on the outside of the steaming barrel to judge the temperature, and using the palm of the hand to stick to the edge of the barrel to control the temperature, and simply opening a drainage hole in the middle and lower part of the steaming barrel, controlling the temperature by frequently changing the water in the pot, and when small bubbles emerge on the surface of the steaming barrel, the fire must be extinguished, and the fire must be restarted after cooling.

Distillation and condensation are done through a bamboo tube soaked in cold water, but given the temperature in Batavia, the cold water used for cooling must also be changed frequently, otherwise the cold water will soon become hot water.

On the eleventh day, when the fourth pot was distilled, Zhu Junyi instructed the workers to pinch the head and remove the tail, leaving only the middle part, because the head wine has a high degree and a higher content of fusel oil, and some propanol, isobutanol, isoamyl alcohol, etc. not only seriously affect the taste, fragrance, and increase astringency, but also lead to the head and even poisoning. So the head must be removed; The tail is mainly low in alcohol and thin in taste, which affects the overall alcohol content, so it should also be eliminated. When an amber-colored liquid with a rich aroma flowed out, Zhu Junyi knew that he had succeeded as soon as he smelled the smell.