Succubus' Manor

Cows are no longer available, but goat milk is still available. The two ewes on the territory had milk after giving birth. Chi Yan asked the servants to boil the goat milk happily. Under the strange eyes of the housekeeper and servants, Chi Yan took a sip of goat milk.

"Pfft—" Chi Yan spat out as soon as he entered the mouth.

Chi Yan: "...What does it smell like?"

This tastes different from the goat's milk that Chi Yan drank before crossing!Terribly fishy!

The housekeeper was very calm: "My lord, this is the taste of goat's milk."

"If you want to drink milk, it is better to hire two women who are giving milk," said the steward. "Many nobles do this."

drink human milk?

The taste was too strong, Chi Yan refused.

It's a pity that there is no tea here. Otherwise, adding some tea to cook may remove the fishy smell.

Chi Yan started to miss home again. Before crossing, he was a member of the big foodie country. Do you want to eat anything?Milk tea snow cover, snail crayfish, come here, but can't even eat bread with sugar milk and eggs.

Today is a rare sunny day. The slaves were all sent out by Chi Yan to pick wild grapes. Wild grapes are different from planted grapes. They are smaller in size, more astringent and sour in taste, and are not as good as planted grapes for wine making. , but Chi Yan was not faultless.

After all, he had no money, even the silverware in the castle was sold out, and the remaining goldware could not be sold anyway.

If you have free grapes to pick, you should be grateful and grateful.

"Is everything ready?" Chi Yan asked the housekeeper.

What he was talking about was the original distillation vessel, or the termite nest used—the surrounding termite nest was almost cleaned up by them. After the wine was brewed, it was heated by a large fire, and the distilled wine flowed from the hollowed out wooden sticks. come out.

This results in a wine with a higher alcohol content and a more mellow taste.

If it weren't for the fact that wheat wine needs distiller's yeast, Chi Yan would prefer to brew grain wine. The distilled alcohol content would be higher, and it might be able to disinfect the wound.

Wheat itself can also be used to make wheat koji, which is then used to brew rice wine.

Chi Yan's mother made it when she was free at home, but it was unsuccessful, and the rice wine was very bitter.

But Chi Yan feels that it is more convenient to make wine from grapes now - there is no need to make koji, and the white sticky substance on the grape skin can replace koji.

The butler nodded: "It has been done according to your intention."

The housekeeper thought that Chi Yan was just playing around. After all, the technology of wine making was in the hands of big merchants and holy courts, and the price of wine was so high that only lords and nobles and big merchants could afford it.

He had never heard that brewing also required making some weird things.

But anyway, only a few wild grapes were wasted, and the housekeeper would not stop them without spending any money.

If it wasn't for Chi Yan who didn't know how to make soy sauce, he would still want to make soy sauce. He was still not used to the taste of spices here, but he didn't know anything except that soy sauce was made from soybeans.

If he knew that he would travel through time, he would have to print a load of documents and bring them here.

All the slaves went out and picked all the wild grapes around the territory in one day. The slaves also ate a lot. Although it was astringent and sour, it was also a very delicious fruit for the slaves. In previous years, they were busy. If you are not allowed to work, you cannot go into the woods at all, let alone pick grapes to eat.

The previous lords did not eat these wild fruits either.

If you want to eat fruit, you would rather go to wheat and go to the city to buy it from fruit farmers.

But fruit farmers don't make much money. If the nobles don't buy it, they would rather destroy it than sell it to the common people and the poor.

When the butler said this, Chi Yan remembered that there was a time in the United States where milk factories would rather dump tons of milk than sell it at a low price or give it to the poor.

Because it is given away for free or sold at a low price, the cost is higher than that of direct destruction.

Free delivery requires more manpower, and selling at a low price requires money for packaging and paving.

No matter how you calculate it, it is better to dump it directly, otherwise the loss will be more, and it will be more deadly.

Baskets of wild grapes were moved to the warehouse by the slaves. They had a smile on their faces. They obviously had a good day. When they went to the woods today, no one was watching them. Apart from picking grapes, they also Played in the woods for a long time.

It seems that they have never run in the woods since they were born, and they have never felt the feeling of the breeze blowing on their faces.

The one who picked the most grapes was a female dwarf. She also picked the grapes very well. Not a single grape was crushed, and they were all intact. Therefore, she got a small piece of bacon and a piece of white bread.

Chi Yan believed that encouragement was greater than punishment.

Harsh punishment will make the slaves work, but not their heart, and the harsher the punishment, the more they will be rebounded.

Rewards are different, the more you do, the more you get, and in a group, people compete with each other.

I'm no worse than him, so why can't he do it and I can't?

A slave is also a human being, and all human beings are the same.

Punishment should be the last resort, not the best.

The female dwarf obviously did not expect to be rewarded, and she saw that all the dwarves were looking at her, and they all looked at her enviously.

She was a very shy person. After receiving the reward from the servant, she lowered her head, neither speaking nor raising her head. Her face was as red as an apple.

"Wash the grapes." Chi Yan emphasized that the white layer on the surface should not be washed off when washing. Whether it can be brewed into wine depends on the white layer.

So I can only wash it gently, and muddle it with water twice.

Then crush it with your hands. Chi Yan heard that on some grounds, young girls stepped on the wooden barrels with bare feet to crush the grapes.

However, since Chi Yan felt that stepping on his feet was not hygienic enough, he asked the servants to wash their hands and crush them one by one.

It can be smashed with one palm.

Anyway, you can't use your feet. Who knows who has athlete's foot?

Kleist had never seen such a way of making wine, and he probably thought it was interesting. He pinched a barrel of grapes with his own hands, and the grape juice dripped down Kleist's fingertips, making Kleist's skin more beautiful. white.

He did not look rough at all in such movements, but very elegant.

It seems that the wine made from the grapes he squeezed out is more delicious and mellow.

"Do you like to drink?" Chi Yan squatted aside, watching Kleist slowly crushing the grapes one by one.

Kleist smiled and said, "I drink a little once in a while."

Chi Yan became interested: "How do you make wine?"

Kleist shook his head: "I just drink, never brew."

Chi Yan was discouraged, and whispered, "I thought you knew everything."

He really thought that Kleist knew everything and knew everything before, he was like a walking encyclopedia, but he didn't expect that Kleist also knew things he didn't know.

Kleist stopped what he was doing, and he didn't wipe the juice from his hands. He stretched out his arms and pinched Chi Yan's chin with his index finger and thumb, forcing Chi Yan to raise his head.

The purple juice stained Chi Yan's face, and Chi Yan looked at Kleist in confusion.

Kleist's fingers were slightly hard, and the other party showed such an expression that he could hardly restrain the destructive desire in his body. His eyes were dark: "When you are disappointed, don't be so obvious, I will be sad."

Chi Yan blinked, and he reacted for a few seconds, feeling that his tone just now was really too bad.

The other party helped him so much, how could he express his disappointment so clearly because the other party didn't understand wine making!

What can I do if I hurt Kleist's self-esteem?

So Chi Yan actively admitted his mistake with a correct attitude: "I was wrong, I have learned my lesson, and I will definitely not be like this next time!"

He was worried that Kleist would continue to be angry, so he looked into Kleist's eyes and said in a coquettish tone to his father: "Please, forgive me."

Kleist gave a chuckle and broke his work. He picked up the clean cloth next to him and handed it to Chi Yan: "Wipe your chin."

It was only then that Chi Yan remembered that there was juice on Kleist's fingers. After carefully wiping it off, he raised his face and asked Kleist, "Is there any more?"

Kleist: "No more."

Chi Yan nodded, and he suddenly asked Kleist: "What do I look like?"

Kleist looked at Chi Yan with question marks on his face.

Chi Yan only saw his face in the bronze mirror. At this time, there was no mercury mirror, and the bronze mirror was very unclear. It seemed that twelve layers of soft light had been added. The filter was too deep, and the mirror grinding technique was not very good. He could only have a rough idea of ​​what he looked like.

Anyway, he has black hair, amber eyes, the eye sockets are deeper than his own before, and the bridge of the nose is higher, but he doesn't feel anything else.

Chi Yan: "Am I pretty?"

Chi Yan sighed leisurely.

He felt that so many people fell in love with him because he had a beautiful face that would bring disaster to the country and the people!

He is willing to be a handsome guy, but the price of being a handsome guy is a bit high.

Which handsome guy would get his butt touched while walking?

Kleist didn't know what kind of answer Chi Yan wanted, he could only say, "It's very nice."

Chi Yan: "Is it the most beautiful you have ever seen?"

Kleist: "..."

Chi Yan touched the back of his head: "I'm sorry, I forgot, you look like this, you probably can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness."

He felt that Kleist didn't like him as much as others because Kleist himself was too good-looking.

Kleist blinked. The other person's expression was so innocent that he couldn't tell what Chi Yan meant. Was he mocking him or praising him?

Chi Yan saw that he couldn't find the answer from Kleist, so he held his chin and sighed with self-pity: "It's a sin to look too good."

Kleist lowered his head and pinched the grapes. Sometimes he really wanted to see what was going on in Chi Yan's mind.

Chi Yan: "I'm going to wash my hands, and I'll pinch grapes with you when I come back."

Chi Yan stood up, and Kleist turned to look at Chi Yan's back.

Sometimes he thinks that Chi Yan is too naive, and sometimes he thinks that Chi Yan has a smart head.

Chi Yan was too complicated, and he couldn't see through it.

But the more he couldn't see through it, the more he couldn't look away.

I want to keep watching like this.

The author has something to say: Chi Yan: "Do I look good?!"

Kleist: "...it looks good."

Chi Yan: "Hey, why did God give me such a smart brain and such a beautiful appearance?"

Everyone: "..."