The ashes of the war dead have been settled in Silonia, and right next to the castle, a monument has been piled up in bluestone, on which is carved the time of their death, as well as heroic eulogies.

That's all Zhang Qi can do, he is not as mysterious as he spreads, he can't bring the war dead back to life in this world, all he can do is let them enter the earth with dignity, and then it is the annual worship.

Zhang Qi stood in front of the monument and sighed, these people died under his selfish desires, although it was immoral, but Zhang Qi had no regrets.

The heart has a sharp edge, and the murderous heart rises from the beginning.

Dumping a barrel of beer from the world of riding and chopping on the land, Zhang Qi paid tribute to them and left.

The wind swept the dust and flew in front of the monument, a pig's head and a few roast chickens were the last gifts Zhang Qi left to them.

Walking through the neat streets of Silonia and passing through a laneway not far from the blacksmith's shop, Zhang Qi arrived at the market of Silonia.

This is the widest place in the town, and Zhang Qi chose this place to make wine.

Whatever you need, it's easy to buy.

Today is the fourth day that he has entered the world of riding and chopping, and the tools he needs have been built as early as yesterday, but because he wants to make a monument to appease his hypocritical heart, Zhang Qicai has dragged the matter of brewing until now.

Winemaking is a tedious job, and it is impossible to make wine in a month or two, but fortunately, Zhang Qi can shuttle between the two worlds, at least in terms of time, he will not let him wait for a long time.

Choosing the right sorghum rice, Zhang Qi called a few wolf cubs to follow him, and he had to make wine himself for the first time, because these people wouldn't, but in the future, the work of making wine would be handed over to them.

Soak the selected sorghum rice in water, and this soak is a day.

The next morning, the soaked sorghum rice was moist and plump.

Scoop out the soaked sorghum rice, Zhang Qi took people to set up a pot and spread it with steamed linen.

The rice was steamed for about an hour, then it was soaked in water again, and then it was re-steamed until all the sorghum cracked.

"Your Majesty, does the steaming time have to be controlled for so long?"

Zhang Qi poured out the steamed sorghum, and Hu Jiu beside him asked thoughtfully with a book and paper made by Zhang Qi's experimental nature.

Zhang Qi glanced at her, then pointed to the spread sorghum and said, "Not necessarily, as long as they are steamed and there is an opening, all the follow-up work I did before can be omitted." ”

Hu Jiu held the charcoal pen and wrote down what Zhang Qi said in the book, and nodded his head.

When the temperature of the piping hot sorghum rice cooled down, Zhang Qi sprinkled a little bit of the liquor obtained by distillation, not much, just a little.

Now he doesn't have koji, so he can only try to see if he can use the wine as an introduction to make these sorghum grow wine mold.

The kind of jar with a few pickles, this is the simplest single item sealed jar, just put the sorghum in it and cover it, then pour a circle of water to seal it, and wait for a month to try distilling the spirit.

However, due to the lack of koji, it depends on luck whether the sake brewing can be fulfilled this time, and as long as it is done, the koji will be used for the subsequent sake brewing, and the sake lees left over after the brewing can also be used as koji.

"Written it all down?"

Watering and sealing the jar, Zhang Qi looked at Hu Jiu who was following him.

Hu Jiu nodded: "I wrote it down, and I will ask a few people to do a few more groups with me later, as a comparison." ”

"Hmm."

Zhang Qi patted Hu Jiu's head with satisfaction, now the thinking mode of these wolf cubs is becoming more and more like him, and Zhang Qi's cultivation of them over the years has not been in vain.

It will take another month for sorghum to ferment, Zhang Qi didn't stay here for long, closed his eyes and returned to the outside world.

At this moment, the moonlight is just right, and it is midnight.

His presence did not disturb anyone until he had walked around the camp for a while before being spotted by the patrolling soldiers.

"Your Majesty!"

The soldiers who watched the night saw Zhang Qi's unusually piousness, and today Zhang Qi's depiction of the kingdom of God to those dead comrades made him yearn for it unusually, and he wanted to die directly that night, but unfortunately, only the brave were eligible to receive the crown given by the gods, otherwise he would have wanted to commit suicide.

Zhang Qihe laughed twice and said, "Hard work, continue to patrol the night." ”

Then they walked past him, and the group of soldiers who were on the night patrol humbly bowed their heads, and they did not continue to watch the night until Zhang Qi had passed for a long time.

Back in the yurt, the two female soldiers guarding him at the door were gesturing face to face at the moment, but when Zhang Qi was about five meters away from the yurt, the two female soldiers took out the daggers on their waists and looked at Zhang Qi fiercely.

"Master!"

found that it was Zhang Qi, the two knelt on the ground and saluted, Zhang Qi walked over to let them get up, and then asked curiously, "What were you guys comparing just now?" ”

One of the younger female soldiers turned red at once, and she didn't know what she was talking about.

The older man beside her chuckled and explained, "Master, we just showed us how to stitch the night you taught us. ”

"Really?" Zhang Qi's face was incredulous.

Talk about suturing skills, talk about suturing skills, blushing what?

couldn't think of a reason, Zhang Qi didn't bother to think about it, opened the curtain and returned to his yurt, there was still wine waiting for him in the world of riding and chopping, and he had to pass time in the outside world.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, Zhang Qi woke up from his sleep in a daze.

The female soldier called hot water and waited for Zhang Qi to wash, and then Hui also arranged for someone to bring Zhang Qi's breakfast over.

"Well, drink mutton soup in the morning, luxury!"

Meimei drank a sip of delicious mutton soup, with the crispy naan cake, Zhang Qimei's fans widened.

The mutton soup boiled with pine was very delicious, and it didn't take a while, Zhang Qi even ate it with the mutton.

"Oh! I almost forgot, after the battle that night, the completion of the horse should be almost complete.

Come! Go pick a few of my horses out and let Ma San take them for breeding. ”

Outside the door, he answered the word 'no'.

Then I saw the shadows of the two leave.

The morning air in the mountains and forests was exceptionally fresh, and Zhang Qi expanded his chest and walked out of the yurt.

"A good day has begun.... Is it? ”

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Hui coming coming.

"Enlightenment! We've bottomed out our hay! ”

“？？” Zhang Qi's chest was halfway wide, and he stopped, looking at Hui in puzzlement.

"Didn't you snatch a batch back from the Hun camp yesterday?"

"I did bring a batch back." Hui nodded: "But you forgot, you also brought back four thousand war horses!" ”

"How big is the gap?" Zhang Qi rubbed his head with a headache, is he rich? Rich, nearly 100,000 cattle and sheep under his command, thousands of war horses, and ordinary horses that are almost over 10,000, the people under his command are not short of food and clothing, and there is meat at once, what is rich if this is not rich?

Is he poor? Poor!

Because the meat they eat is slaughtered and they can't afford to raise cattle and sheep!

The consumption of forage is far greater than the consumption of people!