Putting the wine jar aside, Fang Er picked up another one named Jiannan Chun Wine.
Speaking of which, Jiannan Chun was a famous wine in later generations.
Fang Er opened the mud seal with anticipation, and was immediately filled with disappointment.
Although this wine was better than the previous one, it was still somewhat cloudy. After trying a sip, Fang Er smacked his lips, estimating it to be around ten percent alcohol.
The taste was still a bit sour and astringent. The young master, this is already considered good wine. A five-jin jar sells for five qian of silver per jar at the winery.
He lost the mood to taste the remaining few jars.
It's really awful.
It's not even as good as the rice wine sold in supermarkets in later generations.
Seal these two jars again and put them in the backyard. I have a use for them tomorrow.
After about an hour, the three carpenters came over with their respective creations.
They had made something that resembled a pot lid.
In fact, it was just a pot lid, except it had a hole at the top.
Overall, they all met Fang Er's requirements.
But only Niu Liang, in addition to meeting the overall requirements, also finely polished the entire lid.
From now on, Niu Liang will be the carpenter foreman, with a monthly salary of one tael of silver. You two will receive six qian of silver each month. Go to the steward to collect it, and now follow me.
After Fang Er finished speaking, he took the lid made by Niu Liang and headed towards the kitchen.
The three carpenters were all stunned at this moment. They couldn't believe that this young-looking young master would actually pay a monthly salary.
It should be known that selling oneself into servitude at this time meant losing personal freedom, equivalent to being livestock for the master. It was already good enough to be provided with food and shelter without being beaten or scolded. Even if the master beat or killed a slave, it would only result in a small fine. How could it be like Fang Er, giving wages every month?
The three were full of disbelief, and Steward Zhang Bo also looked at Fang Er's departing back with a desire to speak but stopped.
Fang Er took a few steps and saw that none of them had followed. He turned around and asked, "What, do you find the monthly salary too little?"
Niu Liang knelt down with a thud, and Wang Wu and Lin San quickly knelt down as well.
No, no, no, Your subordinate simply did not expect it. I absolutely have no intention of finding the money insufficient. From now on, I will wholeheartedly serve the master!
Niu Liang said, looking at Fang Er with a firm expression.
Wang Wu and Lin San also kowtowed repeatedly.
We are willing to pledge allegiance to the master!
Alright, get up, just do your work diligently, and you won't be shortchanged.
Fang Er turned and continued towards the kitchen.
The three quickly got up and followed.
By the way, don't call me master from now on, just call me young master.
Fang Er said as he walked.
Fang Er was not used to the title of master, and especially from three grown men, it felt a bit awkward.
Taking them to the kitchen, Fang Er placed the lid on a large pot used for cooking. It fit perfectly, as the blueprint was designed according to the dimensions of this pot.
Looking at this peculiar pot lid, Steward Zhang Bo finally couldn't hold back.
Young master, what are you planning to do?
It's nothing, I just feel that the wine on the market now is too difficult to drink. I plan to process it. Niu Liang, do you see the hole reserved on the lid? Go find some suitable bamboo, clear the bamboo joints, and bring them over.
Patting the pot lid, Fang Er said to Niu Liang.
After Niu Liang and the others found the bamboo Fang Er requested, Fang Er connected the processed bamboo sections one by one, with one end connected to the pot lid and the other end facing an empty wooden cylinder, thus completing a simple steam pipe.
He asked Niu Liang to bring the wine jars from the backyard and pour them into the pot.
Light the fire and heat it.
Before long, a rich aroma of wine filled the air.
The steam in the pot flowed out through the pipe. During this process, Fang Er wrapped the prepared warm towels around the pipe to cool the steam.
Slowly, drops of clear distilled liquor dripped into the empty wooden cylinder through the pipe.
Fang Er occasionally collected some with a bowl and tasted it.
After the first sip, Fang Er's face instantly turned red.
The spicy taste stimulated his mouth, and it felt like a raging fire in his abdomen.
Damn it, I was too hasty.
This is the first run, the "head" of the liquor.
It's probably sixty to seventy percent alcohol.
As the fire in the stove continued to burn.
The distilled liquor gradually weakened.
When it tasted like there was no alcohol smell, Fang Er had them extinguish the fire.
Looking at the two full jars, ten jin of wine, less than two jin of liquor was distilled.
Fang Er picked up the wine barrel and shook it gently a few times to evenly mix the liquor inside.
Then he poured some out and tasted it. Hmm, not bad, it's quite interesting, around forty percent alcohol. It's probably because the bamboo was fresher, and the liquor had a slight aroma of bamboo.
Fang Er handed the wine bowl to Steward Zhang Bo.
Here, Steward Zhang, try it.
Zhang Bo took the wine bowl and directly took a large gulp.
Fang Er watched from the side and exclaimed "Holy crap."
Then he saw Zhang Bo's face instantly turn red, and then he turned around and spat out all the wine in his mouth with a "poof."
Cough! Cough! Cough! This wine is too strong, I've never drunk such strong wine!
Zhang Bo looked at Fang Er awkwardly.
This kind of distilled liquor is very potent. You should taste it in small sips. It's fine, try again.
Fang Er suppressed a smile and comforted Zhang Bo.
Zhang Bo carefully took a small sip, well, just a small sip.
Then he slowly swallowed it.
Oh~~~~~~! Refreshing!
The liquor entered his mouth, without the original sourness and astringency. The aroma was rich, with a hint of bamboo fragrance in the wine aroma, but it was also incredibly spicy. As he swallowed, he felt a line of fire going down his throat and into his abdomen, and then his whole body felt warm.
How does this wine taste, Steward Zhang? Can it sell for a good price?
Fang Er looked at Zhang Bo expectantly.
He wondered if people of this era could accept wine of this alcohol content.
This wine will definitely sell well! Especially those rough men, they always complain that the wine isn't strong enough! Young master is truly amazing. These ordinary wines, after being distilled like this, can be made into such potent liquor!
Zhang Bo did not hold back his praise at all.
Alright, buy more wine in the next two days, distill it all, and store it properly. I have a use for it.
After arranging things for them, Fang Er swayed out.
He returned to the courtyard, slumped into a chair, and carefully browsed the system for items worth exchanging.
Corn, thermos, comb, magnifying glass, toothpick, dental floss, small mirror, nail clippers, screwdriver, pliers.
There were only these ten items in total.
As for corn, he wouldn't consider it. This is a hybrid product, and it will degenerate generation by generation. If he plants this, he might get only two to three hundred jin per mu after breeding enough seeds. Fang Er doesn't understand seed selection and breeding.
Drinking goji berries in a thermos, Fang Er is still young, this body is only fifteen years old.