PFC Chapter 137 Corn Whiskey
Chapter 137 Corn Whiskey
Eight days later, Zhao Tianyang took the dried tobacco leaves to Chiyu Village and put them into the tobacco curing room for baking.
"Remember, you must strictly follow the eight-point method of tobacco leaf baking that I wrote."
Zhao Tianyang said to the village chief with a serious face: "You can try this bag of tobacco first."
"When this bag of tobacco is finished, you can start roasting other tobacco leaves!"
As he said this, he handed the bag of tobacco leaves he had picked up from the ground to the village chief.
The eight-point method of tobacco leaf baking is a baking technology based on the maturity of tobacco leaves, with the changes of stemmed tobacco leaves and top leaves as the standard.
"Don't worry, Chief Zhao. I've smoked dry tobacco for decades. I know exactly what kind of tobacco leaves are the best. I will definitely not ruin them for you!"
In order to prove that he was not lying, the village chief took out a roasted, golden-colored, oily tobacco leaf from his house and handed it to Zhao Tianyang.
"sure!"
Zhao Tianyang took the tobacco leaf, smelled it, and put it behind his back without leaving a trace.
"Since the village chief is so skilled, I won't say much. I'll come back to see your roasted tobacco leaves in 10 days."
"Hey......"
The village chief looked at Zhao Tianyang who was leaving, hesitated for a long time, and still did not dare to ask Zhao Tianyang to return the tobacco leaves to him.
"Maybe Section Chief Zhao forgot. How could he, a section chief of such a high rank, smoke his own tobacco?"
"Well, I must have forgotten!"
The village chief comforted himself.
"Section Chief, the corn has been harvested. What should we do with it next?"
As soon as Zhao Tianyang returned to Huangya Cave, Tian Zhu came over and said.
"How many pounds of corn did you harvest in total?"
Zhao Tianyang asked.
"3400 pounds!"
"So, one acre of land yielded 200 kilograms of corn?"
Zhao Tianyang said in surprise.
You have to know that corn nowadays is due to seeds and technology.
The yield per mu is generally between several dozen kilograms and one hundred kilograms. I didn’t expect that Tian Zhu and his team could achieve a yield of 200 kilograms per mu.
“It’s all thanks to the fertilizer!”
Tian Zhuhan smiled and said, "We collected the leftover earthworms and maggots from the farm and put them into the fields. Unexpectedly, the crops grew exceptionally well."
"Well done."
Zhao Tianyang praised and arranged: "Well, you take out 100 kilograms from it as a reward for your agricultural work group."
"Thank you, section chief!"
Tian Zhu thanked happily.
Although each person only gets a little more than three kilograms out of the hundred kilograms, they get paid for farming, and these three kilograms of corn are an extra bonus.
"Pick out the remaining corns with full grains and good color and send them to Chiyu Village. Send the rest to the canteen and have the chef grind them into corn flour."
"No problem, I'll go right away!"
After listening to Zhao Tian's instructions, Tian Zhu left here with full energy.
Seeing this, Zhao Tianyang smiled, took out two pieces of white paper from the drawer, and began to write the recipes for corn wine and corn whiskey.
Zhao Tianyang had already thought about how to use these two kinds of wine. First, he could keep the corn wine for himself, and sell the corn whiskey.
Because of national self-confidence, there is now a large group of wealthy people in China who take pride in using and eating foreign goods.
As long as Zhao Tianyang brews corn whiskey, he won’t have to worry about selling it at a high price.
Two days later, Zhao Tianyang drove a tractor and delivered the 180 kilograms of corn that Tian Zhu and others had selected throughout the night to Chiyu Village.
"These two are recipes. One hundred kilograms of corn are used to make whiskey, and eighty kilograms of corn are used to make corn wine!"
"What chicken?"
The village chief held the recipe with a puzzled look on his face. He knew corn wine and had drunk it before, but he had never heard of chicken wine.
"It's whiskey, a foreign liquor."
Zhao Tianyang pointed at the recipe and said, "Anyway, just make the wine as above!"
The method of brewing whiskey is very simple, just cook the corn, saccharify, ferment and distill. He is not worried that the village chief and others will not be able to do it.
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Ningxia
"Ziyin, what's going on?"
Ma Hongkui looked annoyed as he looked at Ma Hongbing in front of him.
"It's been a month, and the Communists haven't retreated from Guyuan, not to mention that they're even rehearsing a siege."
"What do they want?"
"Don't be impatient, listen to me!"
Just as Ma Hongbing was about to explain, he was interrupted by Ma Hongkui: "What?"
"Go to Guyuan and see for yourself, their cannons are firing loudly every day!"
"What does this mean? Are you trying to scare me?"
"Don't worry."
Ma Hongbing comforted him, "The Party and the country are already interfering. Minister Chen is personally stationed in Xi'an and is strictly urging the Eighth Route Army to withdraw."
"Strict? And supervise?"
Ma Hongkui said loudly: "If he was useful, the Communist bandits would have retreated long ago. Why would they still be practicing siege warfare there?"
"Anyway, I'm telling you, the first to strike is the strongest, the last to strike will suffer!"
"I'm giving you two months. If the Communists don't retreat by November, don't blame me for being rude."
"Absolutely not!"
Ma Hongbing quickly persuaded, "The president has already written to say that the Eighth Route Army probably wants us to take action first."
“If our arguments are at a disadvantage, the party-state will not dare to risk overwhelming public opinion to support us.”
"Haha, he's still pretending."
Ma Hongkui said with disdain: "When we were fighting the Communist bandits, was it not him who took the first step?"
"Now, the bullying has come to me. He is telling me about public opinion."
"Is he afraid of those people?"
"I think he just wants to reap the benefits."
"this......."
Ma Hongbing was a little speechless after hearing Ma Hongkui's words. The president had so many criminal records that he didn't know how to refute him.
Seeing Ma Hongbing's hesitation, Ma Hongkui quickly tempted him, "The Northwest belongs to the Ma family army, and you can never count on others."
"I think we should unite and catch the communists off guard!"
"No, you guys fought so hard when the Eighth Route Army ran out of ammunition and food in the Hexi Corridor. Now they are stronger and more powerful, there is no reason for you to be weaker than before!"
Ma Hongbing shook his head repeatedly. His defense zone was close to Yan'an, and he knew the strength of the Eighth Route Army best.
Even with sufficient weapons, they were no match for the Eighth Route Army.
"We slaughtered them all!"
Ma Hongkui said firmly: "Whether we can win or not, we will know only after we fight."
"Even if I can't win, the worst that can happen is that I will surrender to the Japanese, bring in the Japanese troops from Baotou, and let them fight the Communist bandits!"
"What did you say!"
Ma Hongbing stood up and said angrily: "Even if I die, I will never be a traitor. Without my consent, no one can let the Japanese troops in Baotou enter the northwest!"
After saying that, he picked up the whip and left angrily.
Ma Hongkui narrowed his eyes and stared at Ma Hongbing's leaving back, wondering what he was thinking.