Let Go Of That Primordial Man

PS: The brewing and fermentation time in Chapter 274 is wrong, it has been revised

There are only three sets of small brewing tools brought by Mr. Niu from the modern plane; this kind of tool is the smallest in the modern plane, and the steel pots in each set have the largest feeding volume at one time. It looks like three hundred catties.

Even if the pots in the three sets of tools are always in use, it will take nearly eight days to brew a batch of burning knives.

According to the efficiency of producing more than 50 catties of wine per 100 catties of corn, the whole brewery has been busy for eight days; the number of knives harvested will be about 500 catties.

It's just that Master Niu never expected that not only the demand for drinks from the outside world has become stronger.

Even these natives of the Blackstone tribe, after being baptized with water and alcohol many times, their drinking capacity has skyrocketed; the production of five hundred catties of liquor in eight days can only meet the needs of the Blackstone tribe.

For local products like Mang who have undergone more alcohol tests, their drinking capacity has reached an astonishingly less than half a catty.

If this amount of alcohol is placed in the modern plane, it is estimated that he is not even qualified to serve the wine table, but in the entire Luolei Mountain Range, Mang's shocking amount of alcohol may be able to go back and forth among all the tribes and bring down countless opponents .

Seeing that Mang is about to claim the title of King of Wine Shops after he became the King of Yangko Dance.

It's a pity that this important can, this brilliant career, was artificially stopped by Mr. Niu, because suddenly there were not so many burning knives for the natives of the Blackstone tribe to drink.

It's not that Mr. Niu is reluctant to let his native goods eat meat and drink heavily.

It's just that, in the face of many tribes, waving food stamps to buy, Master Niu, who doesn't want his hair-style food stamps to become waste paper, naturally can only squeeze out a part of the output of the brewery.

After some final consideration, he decided to divide the production of the brewery into three shares, 40% of which was sold to the tribes who came to buy it, and 40% was kept by the native goods of the Blackstone tribe for their own use.

As for the remaining 20%, Master Niu made a bold decision: he wanted to bring the 20% of burning knives back to the modern plane for sale.

Indeed, under his personal guidance, the corn-brewed liquor produced can be compared to those experienced large and small wineries in the modern plane, and the various liquors produced taste better. This joke is probably a bullshit. The master himself would not believe it.

However, since Master Niu dared to make such a move, he naturally had his confidence.

First of all, the quality of his corn, the raw material for brewing, is incomparable in modern society; on this point, since the van grain he brought back to the modern plane last time was strongly sought after by the upper class in Baoqing City, can be quite adequately proved.

It was also from the last time that Mr. Niu's customers, apart from having developed a strong dependence on meat and dry goods, now even these staple foods have been spoiled by Mr. Niu.

In the words they joked with Master Niu: If Boss Niu gets upset one day and stops their food supply, they might all starve to death.

Therefore, even if the liquor brewed from such high-quality corn is tasted for the first time, the taste will not be as good as those of the manufacturers in the modern plane, which have added various flavors.

But gold always shines, Master Niu burns knives on the original plane, and always lets them know something good.

More importantly, Master Niu had no intention of selling pure liquor in the modern world; his main goal was all medicinal liquor.

Speaking of whoever is in the modern plane, who has such a jar of so-called authentic tiger penis wine, it is estimated that the holder will be able to go to heaven.

But to Mr. Niu, what is simple tiger penis wine? Heishi tribe receives all kinds of whips in an endless stream every day, plus natural Chinese herbal medicines everywhere in the mountains and forests, what kind of medicinal wine do you want to concoct? It will be all right.

Fortunately, Master Niu was not overwhelmed by the strong lust in his heart for a while, he just used some ordinary animal whips, and a few old prescriptions from old doctor Chen, and planned to brew two of them first. Ten jars of medicinal wine, when the time comes, bring them back to the modern plane, and test the effect on a small scale.

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After making the distribution plan for burning knives, Master Niu planned to implement it.

After all, every day outside the city walls of the Black Stone Tribe, a large group of indigenous men gathered, waving a large number of food stamps in their hands every day, and protesting and condemning strongly all the time, which is really not a big deal.

But before the real implementation, he needs to appease those under his command, who have been living a dreamy, happy life every day in the recent period...

Master Niu, sell 60% of the quantity every month, isn't that a little bit more; only 40% is left for us, isn't it not enough? Kui looked at Niu with a strong reluctance. asked the master.

Although the other high-level tribesmen such as Mang didn't speak, their pitiful looks immediately reminded Mr. Niu of the silly dog ​​at the other end of the civil defense fortification, wagging its tail and looking forward to the bones of his own beast.

In the end, Kui seemed to have made a difficult decision, and begged Master Niu: Why don't we sell half of the quantity! Anyway, the Blackstone Tribe is not short of the traded grain.

To such a proposal, Mr. Niu replied: Fuck off! The 40% share every month is not enough for you to waste. Why don't you go to heaven? Don't you know the harm of drinking too much?

Drinking some wine, what harm can it do? Mang said complacently.

At this time, this local guy, proud like a little rooster, continued triumphantly: Our old ladies have already said that I am a special man after drinking Shaodao, then when...

It's just that Mang, seeing Master Niu's face gradually turning livid, and estimated that in the next second, he was about to kick him in the air, this guy quickly stopped talking.

Looking at the native goods under his command, Mr. Niu patiently explained: It's okay to drink some wine, and even living in the mountains and forests has many benefits; but you can't get drunk every time, that's bad for your body. Not good; in addition, even the cubs born in the future will not have other children to resist beating.

After listening to Master Niu's explanation, all the tribal executives present were troubled, but they didn't care too much about the sales share set by Master Niu before.

At the same time, Master Niu accidentally discovered that Cai's eyes kept wandering around him and Kui, with an indescribable resentment on his face.

Master Niu can only act as if he didn't see anything...