Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 81.

The ashes of the war dead have been settled in Silonia. Just beside the castle, a monument is piled up with bluestone, engraved with the time of their death in battle, and a heroic eulogy.

That's all Zhang Qi can do. He's not as mysterious as he spreads. He can't bring the war dead back to life in this world.

Zhang Qi stood in front of the monument and sighed. These people died under his selfish desires. Although it was immoral, Zhang Qi had no intention of regretting it.

The heart has a sharp blade, and the murderous heart starts from itself.

Poured a bucket of beer from the world of riding and hacking on the ground, and after Zhang Qi paid homage to them, he left.

The wind carried dust and flew past the stele. A pig's head and a few roast chickens were Zhang Qi's last gifts to them.

Walking through the tidy streets of Silonia, and passing through an alley not far from the blacksmith shop, Zhang Qi arrived at the market of Silonia.

This can be regarded as the widest place in the town of Qiqia, and Zhang Qi chose this place to make wine.

Whatever you need, it's easy to buy.

Today is already his fourth day in the world of riding and hacking, and the tools he needed were built as early as yesterday, but because he wanted to build a monument to appease his hypocritical heart, Zhang Qicai delayed the wine making until now.

Brewing wine is a cumbersome job, and there is no one or two months in which wine can't be brewed at all. Fortunately, Zhang Qi can travel between two worlds, at least in terms of time concept, he won't be kept waiting for a long time.

To choose the right sorghum rice, Zhang Qi asked a few wolf cubs to follow him. For the first time, he had to make wine himself, because these people didn't know how to do it. But in the future, the work of wine making would be handed over to them.

Soak the selected sorghum rice in water for one day.

By the next morning, the soaked sorghum rice was moist and full.

After taking out the soaked sorghum rice, Zhang Qi led his men to set up the pot and spread the steamed sackcloth on it.

I started steaming the rice for about an hour, then filled it with water again, and steamed it again until all the sorghum was cracked.

"Your Majesty, must the steaming time be limited to this long?"

Zhang Qi poured out the steamed sorghum, and Hu Jiu beside him asked thoughtfully while holding a book 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 are openings, all the follow-up work I did before can be omitted."

Holding a charcoal pencil, Hu Jiu wrote down what Zhang Qi said in the book, and nodded her head.

When the temperature of the hot sorghum rice dropped, Zhang Qi sprinkled a little bit of distilled liquor on it, not much, just a little bit.

Now that he doesn't have distiller's yeast, he can only try to see if he can use the wine as an introduction to make the sorghum produce 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 try distillation in a month or so Drinks.

However, due to the lack of distiller's yeast, whether the brewing can be successful this time depends on luck. As long as it is successful, distiller's yeast will be used in subsequent brewing, and the distiller's grains left over after brewing can also be used as distiller's yeast.

"Do you remember it all?"

After watering the jar to seal it, Zhang Qi looked at Hu Jiu who was following him.

Hu Jiu nodded her head: "Remember your majesty, I will ask some people to do a few more sets with me later, as a comparison."

"Ah."

Zhang Qi patted Hu Jiu's head in satisfaction. Now these wolf cubs are thinking more and more like him. Zhang Qi's training of them these years has not been in vain.

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

The moon was shining right now, and it was midnight.

His appearance did not disturb anyone, until he walked around the camp for a while before he was discovered by the patrolling soldiers.

"Your Majesty!"

The soldiers who watched the night saw Zhang Qi's unusual piety. Today, Zhang Qi's description of the kingdom of God to the dead comrades made him very yearning. The bestowed crown, or else he would have thought of committing suicide.

Zhang Qi laughed twice and said: "It's hard work, continue to watch the night."

Then they walked past him, and the group of soldiers on the night watch lowered their heads humbly. It was not until Zhang Qi had passed by for a long time that they continued to watch the night.

Back at the yurt, the two female soldiers guarding him at the door were gesticulating with each other, but when Zhang Qi was about five meters away from the yurt, the two female soldiers pulled out the daggers around their waists with fixed eyes. Look at Zhang Qi.

"Owner!"

Finding it was Zhang Qi, the two knelt down on the ground to salute, Zhang Qi walked over to let them get up, and then asked curiously: "What were you gesticulating just now?"

One of the younger female soldiers blushed all of a sudden, faltering and hawing, not knowing what to say.

The older one beside her chuckled and explained: "Master, we were just showing off the suturing skills you taught us that night."

"Really?" Zhang Qi's expression was incredible.

Talk about stitching skills Talk about stitching skills being, blushing what?
Can'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 brewing waiting for him in the world of riding and hacking, he had to pass the time in the outside world.

After a night of nothing, Zhang Qi woke up from his sleep in the early morning of the next day.

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

"Well, it's extravagant to drink mutton soup in the morning!"

After taking a sip of delicious mutton soup and served with crispy naan cakes, Zhang Qimei's eyes widened.

The mutton soup boiled with pine wood was very delicious, after a while, Zhang Qi even ate up the mutton.

"Oh! I almost forgot, after the first battle that night, the completion of riding and chopping war horses should be almost the same.

Come on!Go pick a few of my horses and let Ma San take them to breeding. "

There was a "no" outside the door.

Then they saw the shadows of the two people leave.

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

"Has a good day started yet?"

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

"Hey! Our fodder has bottomed out!"

"??" Zhang Qi stopped when his chest was half expanded, and looked at Hui in puzzlement.

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

"You 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 forehead with a headache, is he rich?Wealthy, he has nearly [-] cattle and sheep, thousands of war horses, and nearly ten thousand ordinary horses. The people under his command are not short of food and clothing, and they have meat every day. If they are not rich, what does it mean to be rich?

Is he poor?poverty!
Because the meat they ate was slaughtered cattle and sheep that they couldn't afford!
The consumption of fodder is far greater than the consumption of people!

(End of this chapter)