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Chapter 2043 There are government soldiers chasing us, that's great!
The shop assistants quickly brought out the barley wine, all in barrels, each weighing at least thirty jin (about 15 kg).

Seeing that the wooden bucket had a strange design, Chili asked, "What material is this bucket made of?"

Sanjay said, "These are knotted wood barrels, made from century-old spruce trees. When making the barrels, a whole section of spruce is cut and hollowed out to form the barrel, and then several layers of copper are wrapped around the outside. The barrel walls are intentionally left with knotted protrusions—the purpose of which is to increase the contact area between the mash and the barrel, and promote fermentation."

Chili asked, "The main ingredient of highland barley wine is highland barley, right?"

Sanjay thought to himself: Isn't that obvious? But he still patiently answered, "Yes."

Do you know the brewing process?

"Of course I know, I've even brewed wine myself!"

"Then why don't you introduce yourself?"

"No problem. The first step is to roast the barley to remove the awns. This involves spreading the husks of the barley on an iron pot and roasting it over a low flame with pine wood until it turns slightly golden brown. Then, it is pounded in a stone mortar to remove the awns, leaving the whole grains intact."

The second step is steaming and draining. The roasted barley is placed in a ceramic steamer and steamed until half-cooked. Then it is spread out on yak wool felt to dry until the moisture is drained to the point where it can be formed into a ball when squeezed in the hand, with no water droplets between the fingers.

Finally, there's the making of the yeast starter, which is also the core secret. Of course, it doesn't matter if you know it or not. You Han people are rarely interested in barley wine. If you brewed barley wine in the Central Plains, no one would buy it, and you would definitely lose money. Brewing barley wine in Tibet is like fighting for food among wolves. The competition is fierce, and it's pure suicide. So, it doesn't hurt to tell you.

Because you can't even imagine or find the source of the yeast. Do you know what it is? It's the reddish-brown moldy soil at the base of an old wine cellar. You wouldn't believe it, would you? Even if you knew now, do you know where to find it?" He subtly revealed his arrogance.

Pang Shiwu chuckled: "Brother, don't be too sure of yourself. I might accidentally find it and then get out of control, collecting all the moldy soil in your area. If you have no moldy soil to use and the supply of barley wine is cut off, you'll become a big sinner!"

Sanjie was startled. "Huh?" He realized that Pang Shiwu didn't seem to be joking. If he really collected all the local moldy soil, the owners of those breweries, lords, and lamas would be unable to drink barley wine. If, in the end, it was traced back to his boast that caused the incident, would he still be alive?

Feng Jiuxiao turned the potatoes on the stove around again and gently scolded, "Fifteen, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't scare people!" Then he turned to Sang Jie and smiled, "He's just joking, don't take it seriously, continue with your story."

Sangjie paused for a moment, feeling a sense of peace as the white-clad youth's smile was like a gentle breeze. He continued, "I'm not afraid to tell you the recipe for this broth, but I'll only say it once. It's best if you can't remember it. If you divide it into ten parts, five parts are buckwheat flour, two parts are Notopterygium root powder, and three parts are snow mountain thorn bean grass powder. Remember that, five, two, three. Finally, add barley wine juice and knead it into dough, then shape it into a cake in the shape of cow dung."

Chili felt a churning in her stomach and pouted, saying, "Just say it's a flatbread, why do you have to bring up cow dung!"

Sanjay smiled. "Our place is relatively desolate, there's nothing to compare it to, just cow dung and sheep dung, which is better than human excrement, right?"

Chili closed her eyes, waved her right hand weakly, and said, "Let's continue, brother!"

Sanjay laughed and said, "Bury the koji cake in a pile of sheep dung to keep it warm. After seven days, white threads will bloom on the surface like snow. After drying, it can be stored for three years."

Chili's eyes widened again. "What? Where is that biscuit buried?"

Pang Shiwu deliberately emphasized: "In sheep dung!"

Chili immediately covered her mouth: "Yes, it's definitely warm there!" She suddenly looked at Sanjay, "Then when we take it, we just..."

Sanjay said awkwardly, "We'll clean them thoroughly before use, don't worry." But inwardly he thought: Do you think we're all fools? Eating sheep dung?
He continued, "As for the fermentation of highland barley wine, it can be divided into three stages."

Chili shook her head and sighed, "Making a simple drink so complicated."

Sanjay said, “The three stages are primary fermentation, secondary fermentation, and tertiary fermentation. Primary fermentation is carried out in a covered wooden barrel, kept at room temperature near the stove, for about three days. The signs of successful fermentation are: sour bubbles and the smell of green apples;
For the second fermentation, the wine is placed in a black earthenware jar and buried halfway underground. It is then stored in a temperature-controlled cellar and kept cool for about half a month. The state of good fermentation is when the wine begins to separate into layers and yellow foam rises to the surface like ghee.

The third fermentation process involves changing the container to a sheepskin bag wrapped in yak hide. To put it simply, the bag has sheepskin inside and cowhide outside—two layers of leather. It's hung outside the tent for over thirty days. The properly fermented state is when the bag is swollen like a ball and makes a dull, thunderous sound when tapped.

Chili shook her head. "I wouldn't take your recipe even if you gave it to me for free. It's too much trouble. It's just about drinking. This takes seven days, that takes thirty days. I'm just about to have a good drink, and then you tell me I have to wait thirty days. It's so disheartening!"

Sanjay chuckled to himself. He had never met such an interesting girl before, and he was deeply attracted by Chili's straightforwardness.

Fortunately, he was self-aware enough to know not to look at what was improper, and didn't dare to stare at the chili peppers for too long, otherwise Pang Shiwu would have already yelled at him! Sangjie had secretly glanced at the chili peppers several times, and Pang Shiwu had naturally seen it all! Luckily, this Tibetan lad was a decent person, otherwise, hehe!
Just then, a commotion arose downstairs, as if many people wanted to enter the restaurant. A young Tibetan man spoke in Tibetan, followed by a rough voice saying a few words in Tibetan, and then a group of people came rushing up the stairs!

Seven Tibetan soldiers swarmed forward, their iron armor scraping against the faded railing with a "crackling" sound. The leader had a blood-stained eagle feather stuck in his horn helmet, and two curved swords were slanted into his leather belt, the hilts wrapped in shiny black wolf skin.

His eyes were deep-set like a hawk's, and his gaze swept over the two tables of guests in the room. Suddenly—his gaze froze!
There stood a stunningly beautiful woman, sipping butter tea with her head down. Her skin was as smooth as jade, and her fiery red lips accentuated her otherworldly aloofness and coldness.

"Oh dear, the Han Chinese's White Tara has fallen into a goat's milk bucket!" Eagle Feather Leader pinched the wine sac and took a swig, the barley wine dripping down his beard onto his breastplate.

He suddenly dipped his finger in the wine and flicked it towards Yuan Zishan's clothes! The wine droplet flew through the air with a slight whistling sound, and hit an invisible wall of air a few feet in front of Yuan Zishan, turning into a wisp of white smoke and disappearing without a trace with a few "poof" sounds.

Pang Shiwu slowly stood up, his eyes filled with a coldness that could freeze a thousand miles away!
Feng Jiuxiao continued to spin the potato, without even lifting his eyelids.

However, Zeng Yong sensed a powerful and terrifying killing intent emanating from him! Because Feng Jiuxiao deliberately suppressed it, many people couldn't detect it at all. Zeng Yong, on the other hand, was able to sense Feng Jiuxiao's anger intuitively because he had spent so much time with Feng Jiuxiao and was so familiar with him!

Eagle Feather Leader let out a strange laugh, kicking over the empty stool next to him with his boot heel: "Damn it, Han sheep have horns now?" He swaggered over with six personal guards and surrounded Feng Jiuxiao and the others.

A Tibetan soldier suddenly reached out and grabbed Yuan Zishan's shoulder with his five fingers twisted like eagle claws, and the stench of blood and goat's breath came with the force of his palm!
Pang Shiwu unleashed a punch, sending the Tibetan soldier flying with a scream. He crashed into the wall with a loud thud, leaving a large hole in the wooden wall!

Suddenly, two curved blades slashed at Pang Shiwu from the left and right, their flashes like fangs tearing and biting!

Suddenly, Pang Shiwu used both hands simultaneously to unleash the Vajra Prajna Finger technique!
This supernatural ability was naturally passed down by Feng Jiuxiao. He has been practicing it diligently for an hour every night recently. With three times the combat power of the Glazed Realm as a foundation, his progress in these techniques is naturally rapid. With two hissing sounds, two gusts of wind shot out!

With two soft thuds, the throat of the soldier holding the knife was pierced!

The corpse crashed onto the table behind, and the copper kettle rolled over with a clattering sound. The scene was one of utter chaos.

Eagle Feather Leader's maniacal laughter instantly froze on his face!
Feng Jiuxiao finally stopped spinning the potato, slowly stood up, and looked at Eagle Feather Leader.

"Chop them into mincemeat and feed them to my golden eagle!"

His roar was like a thunderclap!

Three soldiers roared and surrounded him, simultaneously wielding their curved swords to slash at Pang Shiwu! When the blades, reflecting the embers of the charcoal fire, were three feet above his head, they seemed to strike an invisible steel wall, and the sword's momentum suddenly froze!
The remaining Tibetan soldier looked terrified, feeling that the situation was developing beyond his comprehension and was simply unbelievable!

One of the three frozen soldiers roared, "Who are you, daring to ruin General Losang's plans?"

Slap! Slap! Slap! In an instant, Pang Shiwu slapped each of the three soldiers across the face!

The Eagle Feather leader roared, "Do you know who I am?"

Pang Shiwu coldly replied, "I don't fucking care who you are! If you cut off one of your own hands right now, maybe I'll spare you this time!"

Eagle Feather Leader sneered, "You son of a bitch, how dare you talk back to me like that?!"

Pang Shiwu suddenly drew his sword!
With a flash of sword light, the heads of the three Tibetan soldiers in front of him fell to the ground instantly!

Sanjay, who was already terrified, was now even more frightened and completely lost his mind!
These Han Chinese were incredibly audacious to kill people in broad daylight, and they were even killing Tibetan soldiers!

What should we do? If the city lord finds out that soldiers have died in the shop, it won't just be a matter of being shut down, it'll be a matter of heads rolling! Or should we run away?
Pang Shiwu looked at the somewhat bewildered Sang Jie and said, "Tell your boss that we'll pay for the damaged items, and you'll be responsible for collecting the bodies of the people we kill. If the authorities come asking, just say it was us! I'm from the Chang family in Jinzhong," he pointed at Zeng Yong and said, "He's Zhu Wu from Lingnan!"

Zeng Yong raised an eyebrow, then twisted his mouth, "I am Qi Er from Hengyang! Don't even think about impersonating that scum Zhu Wu!"
The remaining Tibetan soldier sensed that today was likely to be a terrible day, so he suddenly ran towards the stairs. With a hiss, the soldier froze instantly, and frost began to form on his body at a visible speed!

In an instant, a thick layer of ice had formed on the Tibetan soldier's body! Before everyone's eyes, a living person had been turned into an ice sculpture! Under such a chilling onslaught, the Tibetan soldier probably had no chance of survival!
Eagle Feather Leader's eyes were bloodshot!

All six of his personal guards were killed!
He suddenly drew his sword!

But then Yuan Zishan flicked her finger, and a wisp of wind shot out!
puff!
The wind struck the eagle-feather leader squarely between the eyebrows!
Then, starting from the center of the forehead, faint ice crystals began to spread outwards!

In an instant, even the Eagle Feather leader turned into an ice man!

Wang Sheng and Duanmu Yan were horrified; the power of the Illusionary Yin Finger was terrifying!
Xiong Mengyan thought to herself: The power of the triple-strength glaze is indeed astonishing!

Sangjie was so frightened his legs went weak. The merchants from Jiangnan at the table were even more anxious! Leaving now might attract the attention of the Tibetan general; it was better to let things take their course!

Only after the corpses of General Eagle Feather and the other seven were stuffed into sacks filled with barley and dragged downstairs did their complexions return to normal!
Sangjie said, "Aren't you afraid of being surrounded and hunted down by our Tibetan soldiers, sir?"

Pang Shiwu's face lit up with excitement, "Soldiers are chasing us? That's great!"
Sanjay thought to himself: Is this kid crazy? Why does he seem excited instead of afraid when he hears that soldiers are chasing him?

Pang Shiwu laughed and said, "Let the storm rage on!"

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