Chapter Eighty-Nine: Vision

After coming out of Zhang Man's room, Liu Chan subconsciously touched the wrapped wound, raised his head slightly, and looked at the starry sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is the third day.

What can you do in three days? In his previous life, he would say that in three days, he could write a report, get a part-time salary, and then order a few small dishes in the dilapidated small restaurant downstairs, and sometimes come to a pot and two pots, which can be regarded as a reward for his hard work day and night.

Since coming to this world, he has never been as idle as he is now, and he still has time to remember the shortness of life.

"Wine!" He shouted, his voice still hoarse.

Soon, a familiar figure appeared beside him, but it had disappeared for a long time.

But the wound was not completely healed, but he insisted on following the old housekeeper by Liu Chan's side.

"Young master." The old butler lowered his head and said lightly: "Before leaving, Doctor Zhang specially told you that your current situation, young master, is that you can't get a drop of wine. ”

Liu Chan turned a deaf ear, and said "Wine!" again. ”

"As a young master, why can't I drink?! Could it be that this huge identity can't even drink a bowl of turbid wine?! ”

Liu Chan's tone rose sharply, and he, who had always respected the old housekeeper very much, was actually a little crazy at the moment.

But the old housekeeper Ding Xun behind him was still silent, just standing still, like a piece of wood.

There were a few people around who heard the movement and wanted to step forward, but when they saw that the old butler stood still, he stopped his pace abruptly, and after figuring out what happened, he silently walked behind the old butler, lowered his head and said nothing, only a slightly higher status steward in the house whispered: "Please young master focus on the body." ”

After speaking, he knelt on the ground with a pop.

Seeing this, the other subordinates followed suit and knelt down, and for a while, there were no less than ten people kneeling behind Liu Chan.

The old housekeeper didn't return, but his body was lower. He casually glanced at the steward who was the first to kneel on the ground, this person's name was Tan Xun, and he was also an old qualification in the mansion, he was not very old, and he was worthy of standing, so he had a tight desire for power.

The latter seemed to notice the gaze cast by the old butler, and his body trembled imperceptibly.

Of course, Liu Chan didn't know these twists and turns, he turned around, and suddenly had an urge to drop something, but there was nothing to fall, so he had to raise his hand high and drop it gently.

After falling, the whole person suddenly changed from madness to loneliness and calmness.

He knew that these people in front of him were all for his good, although he was sad in his heart, but this fire could not be released after all, at least he was not a king with a strong self-centeredness now.

"That's it......" he waved his hand and sighed a little self-deprecatingly, "You're all gone, what should you do?" Uncle Ding, you ...... That's it, whatever you want. ”

After speaking, he turned around and took a step, a little shaken by drunkenness, if he recited a few more poems, he would be able to escape from a literati and ink artist who was sad about the past and the present, and he would be very coquettish.

After a while, Liu Chan shook to the study, and at this moment he had completely calmed down.

He may allow himself a moment of indulgence, but it must not be a reason for decadence.

"I wonder if those two prescriptions can impress this medical saint? But this is the only prescription I remember, as for the Western medicine, although I have a lot of contact with medicine on weekdays, but it is completely useless in this ancient world. ”

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, that is, he did not elaborate on what to do with the Artemisia annua. You must know that the method of extracting artemisinin, the first person in Chinese Nobel Medicine, is completely different from this ancient book, and for thousands of years, some people even think that this recipe is completely fake.

But fortunately, the other one he attached is worry-free, strictly speaking, this recipe is more effective.

"If that one doesn't come...... I can't say that I have to use some other method......"

He shook his head, thinking to himself that he hoped it wouldn't happen.

The reason why he came to the study, instead of going back to the room to rest, was because he seemed to have found something.

Something he was familiar with, but he had been ignoring because it was too familiar!

That's wine!

When it comes to wine, he recalls that since he came to this life, he has never touched a drop of wine, if it weren't for this whim, I'm afraid he would have to realize it later.

Now that he has remembered it, he must make full use of it, and he can't let this treasure mountain slip away quietly from his hands.

He pulled out a piece of paper, although his hand movement was limited and he couldn't exert himself, but his wrist strength had returned to normal under the cultivation of the past few days, at least there was no problem with writing.

He drew three circles on paper, one trunk and two branches. The main trunk is, of course, wine, and the two branches, on which Liu Chan wrote two words respectively.

Industrial, drinking.

The former is, of course, high-purity alcohol, which extends to a series of industrialized products, which can be used in medical treatment, if there is medical alcohol, Zhang Man's wound will not become inflamed and infected, resulting in systemic diseases; The latter is that you can drink all kinds of alcohol, from low purity to high purity, and different ingredients and different tastes are improved.

Of course, Liu Chan has no good way to prepare the former for the time being, after all, he is not a professional in this field, and he can only have information to improve the use of wine, and it is only because his parents have made wine at home.

However, even these earthworks are much stronger than the current Three Kingdoms era in terms of technical level, and it is not so much wine as alcohol.

He pulled out another piece of paper and began to record the events in his memories one by one. The raw materials are nothing more than some grains, or plants with high starch content, and sugarcane with a lot of sugar, and the subsequent process is similar in terms of preliminary preparation, mainly the final distillation and condensation purification.

This, in turn, requires a device that is sufficient to support purification.

"It seems that it is time to create a glass production line......

……

This night, it seems, is a sleepless night for many people.

For example, one of them, Sun Mazi.

Sun Mazi's original surname is Sun, but his name is definitely not called Mazi, and no father will give his son a name that is destined to be made fun of.

Sun Wu, the word is dan.

In later generations, this can be said to be a very literary name, of course, in the present, it fully shows that his background is at least not poor.

As for how to become a wandering ranger, there is no need to mention it, after all, it is not a story where people are tired of carrying out of the house or withering the family.

In the past few years of settling in Wuyang, under the protection of Yi'an Hall, my life has become more fulfilling, except for having spare money to drink with a few ranger friends, I have a lot of peace and self-preservation in life, and gradually transformed from a ** child to an honest person who is liked by those women.

His skills are getting rusty, and his temperament is gradually losing the sharpness and momentum of his youth.

Of course, getting older is not the most important reason for him to be happy with what happens.

He looked at the mother and daughter who were tied up in front of him, but in his heart he thought of the widow Wei who lived in the corner of the city.

"Probably, let's go see her again......"