People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

The crisp sound was both strange and familiar.

He turned his head and saw a slender figure holding a white cloth in her hands, looking somewhat tired and a little sad.

"Miss Rong?"

Cao Ze never expected to see Duanmu Rong here.

Six-Fingered Black Knight sighed softly, "It's a pity that Master Nian Duan needs to recuperate at Mirror Lake Medical Manor, otherwise the number of people who died from injuries this time would have been much less."

"Well, you two catch up."

Six-Fingered Black Knight continued repairing the mechanical flying bird and pondered how to stop the Qin army's divine crossbows.

Unlike the Divine Crossbow, the mechanical flying bird is more troublesome to build and quite expensive, and he is already running out of raw materials.

If the Qin army continues as it is today, they will be unable to stop the bombardment of the Divine Crossbows within three days.

He thought of how the Gongshu family, with the help of the Qin state, had created such a powerful weapon of war, and sighed inwardly, realizing that the people of the world were having an even harder time.

Duanmu Rong walked up to Cao Ze and smiled sweetly.

"I didn't expect to meet Mr. Cao Ze here. Are you also here to help defend Puyang?"

Cao Ze paused for a moment, then said, "I guess so."

I can't just say, "I came here because..." at this moment.

Duanmu Rong said happily, "I knew long ago that Mr. Cao Ze is a good person."

"No, I didn't, don't frame me..." Cao Ze mentally went through a series of denials.

Jing Ni, who had been by Cao Ze's side the whole time but had hardly any presence, nodded in agreement.

She spent a long time talking with Cao Ze and learned that he was essentially a kind and good person.

"Ha, Brother Cao Ze, what brings you here?"

Jing Ke, carrying his great sword, ran over excitedly.

Duanmu Rong smiled gently and said, "Brother Jing Ke, Mr. Cao Ze has come to help defend Puyang."

Cao Ze grinned. Good heavens, if this continues and he doesn't stay for a few more days before leaving, how will he ever be able to roam the martial world again?

Jing Ke patted Cao Ze on the shoulder and laughed loudly, "I knew Brother Cao Ze was loyal! Let's go drink!"

Duanmu Rong frowned. "What are you drinking! We need wine to clean the soldiers' wounds!"

Jing Ke was speechless. "Then forget it."

Cao Ze was puzzled; was it really necessary to use alcohol to treat injuries at this time?

He suddenly realized that wine vessels unearthed from Shang and Zhou tombs in later generations coexisted with some ancient bronze medical implements.

In addition, the book "Fifty-Two Prescriptions" from the Warring States period, which I have read, does indeed record the use of wine to wash wounds.

After scolding Jing Ke, Duanmu Rong sighed.

Cao Ze said, "Don't worry, Miss Rong, we won't drink."

Jing Ke nodded vigorously, "I won't drink, I won't drink."

Duanmu Rong said with a wry smile, "It's not that I'm disgusted by your drinking, it's just that the wine in Puyang City is all edible, and it's not very effective at cleaning wounds. It's far inferior to the medicinal wine specially made by our Jinghu Medical Manor."

What she didn't say was that Jinghu Medical Clinic produced very little medicinal wine, and the process was complicated, so it wasn't nearly enough for so many injured people.

Cao Ze thought for a moment and said, "We can distill it to increase the alcohol content of the low-proof liquor."

Duanmu Rong asked in confusion, "What is distilled low-alcohol spirit?"

Cao Ze smiled and said, "I recently gave a lecture on chemistry at the Handan Hundred Schools Forum, and I mentioned these things."

"Simply put, it's about making the alcohol stronger so it's more effective at cleaning wounds."

Duanmu Rong suddenly realized, "Oh, is that so? I heard my teacher say that Yan's Lieyun Shao is not only the strongest liquor among the seven kingdoms, but also the best liquor for cleaning wounds."

Jing Ke interjected, "I've also heard many seasoned veterans say that you can wash knife and sword wounds with strong liquor. I've done it myself."

Duanmu Rong looked at Cao Ze expectantly.

"Can you do that, sir?"

Cao Ze smiled faintly and said, "How about this, you bring some wine, and I'll demonstrate for you. It's very simple."

The six-fingered black-clad swordsman, who was repairing the mechanical flying bird, looked at Cao Ze with some surprise.

If we could really produce a very strong liquor, at least we could reduce the casualties again.

It's important to understand that the number of people who die in battle is often less than the number who die from injuries and illnesses after the war.

Duanmu Rong didn't dare to waste a moment and hurriedly brought over twenty catties of wine.

Cao Ze took a light sniff; it was just ordinary rice wine, probably around 20 degrees.

As an alcoholic beverage, this alcohol content is suitable, as it preserves the original unique flavor of the grains.

They found a kitchen without stainless steel pots, so they had to use ceramic pots instead.

Since there was no condensation cap, they found a bronze metal cap and placed the cold, deep well water on it.

Seal the gaps around the pot lid with a damp cloth to prevent steam leakage.

Then, heat is used to steam the liquid, keeping it from boiling, which causes the alcohol content to drop to around 80 degrees Celsius.

As for the glass guide tube, that's not easy to make.

Cao Ze could only use his internal energy to guide the distilled liquor into the wine vat.

"Replace the covered cup of cold water every now and then to prevent the temperature from rising and failing to achieve the desired condensation effect."

Cao Ze demonstrated the procedure while explaining the key points.

"Uh, Jing Ke, you can't drink this wine..."

Jing Ke suddenly spat out the wine he had just put in his mouth.

"What the hell is this? It tastes awful!"

He swore that this was the worst-tasting liquor he had ever drunk, but also the strongest.

The intensity was so great that he was almost burned through his heart.

Cao Ze was speechless. He dared to drink the very first shot of distilled spirits, wasn't he afraid of methanol poisoning him? A true warrior, indeed.

Duanmu Rong's beautiful eyes were filled with admiration as she looked at Cao Ze.

No wonder the Snow Woman boasted about Cao Ze to her back then.

She initially thought it was an exaggeration, but now she realizes the Snow Woman is incredibly exaggerated!

"The first distillation is unusable and should be thrown away... Well, if you don't have any, you can make do with it. The last distillation is also unusable, as it is very sour, but it can be redistilled."

Cao Ze explained the distillation process to Duanmu Rong again, and made some changes to the process.

For example, if a disciple of the Mohist school cultivates ice-attribute internal energy, he can make ice blocks to replace well water, and so on.

I don't care whether it tastes good or not, as long as it meets the alcohol content requirement.

Duanmu Rong took out two jin of distilled liquor and hurriedly said, "I'll go and test its effects first."

After saying that, she left the kitchen, leaving Cao Ze with a slender back view.

Jing Ke rubbed his chin and said, "No wonder it's said in Handan that the Cao brothers are masters of love; they've already stirred Miss Rong's heart the moment they arrived..."

Cao Ze glanced at Jing Ke sideways, "If you don't know how to use words, then don't use them. What kind of master of love is this, with a heart that's all swayed by emotions?"

Jing Ke chuckled.

Cao Ze asked, "Do you understand the Ming Gui knot?"

Jing Ke said proudly, "Of course I know it. I just learned it not long ago. This thing is really not something a human can learn. If it weren't for the Grand Master's requirement, I would never bother to memorize all that nonsense."

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Chapter 208 Li Ji: Why are you forcing me...?

Duanmu Rong ran to the logistics department with her skirt fluttering in the wind.

The house was filled with civilians who had been injured by the crossbow bolts that were intercepted earlier that day.

She summoned several doctors, carrying small jars of distilled liquor, her face beaming with joy.

"Use this wine to clean their wounds, but reduce the amount by half."

This was something she had considered on her way here.

The effects of the previous edible wines were mediocre, or even poor. However, through her evaluation of distilled spirits and with the advice of Cao Ze, she concluded that half the amount of distilled spirits could achieve the same effect, or even exceed it.

Meanwhile, Cao Ze, who was in the kitchen, was frowning as he watched Jing Ke 'seriously studying' the situation.

Finally, Cao Ze couldn't help but ask, "Did you figure it out or not?"

Jing Ke replied firmly, "Of course I could see it!"

Cao Ze asked, "What do these patterns mean?"

Jing Ke replied matter-of-factly, "I don't know."

Cao Ze felt the character "川" (river) appear on his forehead.

Immediately, Jing Ke asked with some puzzlement, "Where did you see this thing? The Mohists stopped using this kind of 'bright ghost knot' a long time ago."

"If Old Man Lu hadn't mentioned it when he was teaching me about the Heavenly Will, I really wouldn't have recognized that these were also Ming Ghost Knots."

When Lu Goujian was mentioned, Jing Ke became somewhat dejected.

Cao Ze's heart stirred slightly. Could these knotted ropes of the Ming ghosts really have been left behind by Mozi?

What's the point of leaving Mozi in this mysterious ancient tomb? Are they waiting for the Yin-Yang School to come and retrieve him?

He suddenly remembered that in the trailer for "The Sea Cuts Off," there was a scene where Tianming encountered an old man in the Illusionary Sound Box. According to netizens' analysis, it is highly likely that the old man was Mozi.

He shook his head slightly. These were all guesses, perhaps just coincidences; there was no point in thinking about them too much.

"Does the Grand Master know about this kind of 'Ming Gui' knot?"

Cao Ze decided not to rely on the 'academic failure' Jing Ke anymore; he shouldn't have trusted Jing Ke's intelligence.