Lord of Rot

Chapter 142 The Winemaker’s Life Money (Page 12)

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

The hydraulic forging hammer was lifted up quickly, then dropped freely, and struck hard!

The red-hot iron block was struck with a hammer of hundreds of pounds, creating sparks.

The work stations in the assembly line factory have been spaced as far apart as possible, and the roof has been raised as high as possible to ensure ventilation. There are also several small water channels flowing through to avoid fires, but the temperature has not dropped at all.

Li Qi walked around the factory. The blacksmith apprentices on each line were doing their work.

The concept of the assembly line was proposed, but work is not as simple as imagined. Making armor still requires experience. The scene of the blacksmiths posing with their hands behind their backs and drinking tea to supervise did not appear. Instead, after seeing the unqualified things, they could only make them themselves. Go over and help.

Can you not do it? You have to make a set of armor to get money. If you can't make it, you won't get a bronze star. They have been working for so long, and they are doing the same work as usual. They work overtime every day, but they earn much less.

But if you ask the blacksmiths if they still want to support this method of operation, they will definitely support it with both hands. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that these apprentices are becoming more and more skilled.

The day is coming when you can make money just by drinking tea and patrolling!

"Sir, this was recently built."

A blacksmith came over and introduced Li Qi respectfully: "A total of four sets have been made."

Four sets, the speed is slower than previously expected. Several blacksmiths can knock out five sets together. Now that a group of assembly line apprentices are working hard, the speed is even slower.

They waste a lot of materials.

This is the difference between teaching others to do it and doing it yourself.

It’s all an early investment, and Li Qi said he can handle it.

Li Qi picked up a set of armor, which was similar to the one that Xiao Joel tried on before. It was not exquisite enough, but the thick material provided a very secure feeling when worn on the body.

"Help me build a few more sets of armor," Li Qi said, "I will give you the body measurements after finishing the batch of porcupine soldiers."

"Yes, my lord!"

Li Qi planned to put armor on his own ghouls. The strength of the two ghouls was far beyond that of ordinary people, and the weight of dozens of pounds would not affect them.

Li Qi also took some tin cans with him when he left. It was only in the past two days that he killed the hairy monster in the headland cave.

……

"Sir! Please allow me to solemnly introduce to you, this is Mr. Baumol, the winemaker!"

In the afternoon, while Li Qi was reading in the shade of a tree, Joe arrived excitedly with a white-haired man with a hooked nose in a robe.

"Good day, distinguished sir!" Baumol bowed and saluted with just the right etiquette.

"Good day, Mr. Bowmore."

Li Qi looked at this elegant winemaker. He was about the same age as Grant, but his posture could compare to Simon.

He still remembered that Grant came to tell him that Joe would bring a winemaker with terrible winemaking skills.

He was very confused at the time, and now he felt even more strange when he met the person.

There must be something going on here.

Li Qi: "Mr. Baumol, where did you make wine before?"

"I make wine for Lord Sour Apple," said the winemaker. "I run the winery for him."

Sour Apple, a "village-level" lord who grows sour apple trees, governs a small village of fifty or sixty people. The people in the village usually cultivate the land to support themselves and pay taxes. In July and August, they will pick sour apples for use. Winemaking.

By the way, some of the cheap beer Joe bought earlier was bought from the Sour Apple Lord.

It’s cheap, the quantity is large, and although it doesn’t taste great, it’s still beer.

Regarding Sir Sour Apple, Li Qi only knew that his grandfather had once been a relatively powerful figure, but successive wars had left the family in a state of decline, and they owed a lot of foreign debt. In the end, the village had no one to inherit. The apprentice's sour apple, he is the closer of the collateral bloodline and has the right to inherit.

They told Sour Apple that he no longer needed to make wine and could become a noble lord.

"I just learned how to make wine and now I want to be a nobleman."

If Sour Apple knew what he was going to experience in the future, he would definitely regret becoming a noble lord, because what awaited him was not a noble life, but a pile of debt.

But Sour Apple was very capable, and with his wine-making skills, he was able to slowly pay off the debt.

Even sour apple beer has become a very popular civilian drink.

"The beer you brew tastes very good," Li Qi said matter-of-factly.

He had drunk sour apple beer. Although it was not as good as barley beer, he was not particularly picky and could drink it.

The slightly sour taste is not unacceptable, not as unbearable as Glenn said.

"Why not continue working under Sir Sour Apple?" Reacher asked.

Bowmore bowed his body and said: "Because I owe a sum of money. In order to help my former family, I borrowed a lot of money. The salary for making wine for Lord Sour Apple is quite large, but it is not enough for me to repay the debt."

It was not a clever statement, but Li Qi could understand what he meant. He was short of money, so he changed jobs.

"I do have the idea of ​​building a winery," Li Qi said. "If you can make the winery profitable, I wouldn't mind helping you pay off the debt."

The premise is to make a profit and the wine you make must taste good.

Who knows if he really knows how to make wine, or if he just borrowed the name Sir Sour Apple.

"Of course, my lord!"

"Qiao, you have brought back the talent that Porcupine Castle needs most." Li Qi said with a smile: "Take Mr. Baumol to rest first. After dinner, I should discuss brewing matters with Mr. Baumol and Glenn."

Joe nodded happily: "Yes, sir!"

There was nothing wrong with Bowmore's behavior. He had worked under Sir Sour Apple before, so he had a clean background. If there were no problems with brewing, he was a very suitable talent.

"Alcohol, medical alcohol." Li Qi leaned against the tree, with the book spread out in his arms. A gust of wind blew by, turning the pages.

The air was just right, the temperature was suitable, and there were no mosquito bites. Li Qi slowly fell asleep.

One of the maids, Goblet and Little Eyes, was carrying a wooden bucket, and the other was carrying a wooden basin filled with dirty water. They walked out of the castle and saw the sleeping lord under the tree.

The two slowed down.

Then they seemed to have thought of something, looked at each other, smiled, and then quickened their pace and left happily.

Seeing the Lord's handsome face every day makes me feel happy.

Li Qi felt very comfortable during the "yawn" sleep.

It's almost dusk.

If you don't hear the whistle, the training should be over.

He stood up and rubbed his shoulders.

Knowing that the lord is sleeping soundly under the tree in the yard, no one will have the courage to come over and make noise, and everyone will deliberately avoid this place.

Li Qi didn't call anyone, he walked slowly back to the castle.

"Ok?"

Someone was talking, as if there was an argument.

His ears helped him capture that information.

Li Qi slowly walked up to the second floor and heard the voices of two people in the room by the window.