The witch left first. The chief said, "We have added five more totem warriors to the grand sacrifice tonight. The power of the tribe has been strengthened. To celebrate the success of the sacrifice and to strengthen the tribe, everyone can eat as much meat as they want at the bonfire party tonight." The tribesmen in the hall began to shout "Wind, wind, wind." The deafening sound echoed in the hall, as if shouting to the sky about the tribesmen's indomitable spirit and fearlessness.
Mu Bei shouted a few times, and while no one was paying attention to him, he quickly walked to the training room. Mu Bei came to the giant stone lock weighing 20,000 jin, held the handles on both sides with both hands, and lifted it up easily.
Mu Bei closed his eyes without raising his head and felt the state of his muscles and bones. He further calculated his strength, which was about 30,000 pounds. This breakthrough was more intense. The higher the strength breakthrough, the more energy would be required. Mu Bei was considering whether he should go to the jungle to hunt some ferocious beasts tomorrow.
"Second brother, I knew you were here." Rong's voice sounded behind him.
"Little sister, why are you here? Aren't you accompanying Am?" "Brother, have you forgotten something?"
Mu Bei thought about it for a while and didn't feel like he had forgotten anything. "Little sister, please remind my second brother. He has been a bit confused recently."
"Did you forget that you put the sweet potatoes in a wooden barrel? Didn't you tell me that I could eat them in a few months? It's been almost half a year, and they must have gone bad."
Mu Bei slapped his thigh fiercely and said, "Luckily my little sister reminded me, otherwise it might be all over. Let's go back and see if we can still eat it."
The two returned home. Mu Bei took out the wooden barrel and opened the sealed lid first. A sour smell hit him. It was ruined, and it was completely ruined.
Mu Bei took out the rest and opened them all. Fortunately, two wooden barrels were good. Mu Bei set up a big pot and started distilling. Rong looked at Mu Bei busy and asked, "Second brother, do you need help?"
Mu Bei then remembered that there was still a free laborer, and said, "Help Second Brother light the fire."
This is also the first time for Mu Bei. He often watched others brew wine before, but this time he felt good doing it himself. After all, he succeeded in brewing two barrels. "
After a fierce operation, the two large barrels became small barrels. Fortunately, they were two small barrels. Mu Bei took a look at the two small barrels and found that they were about 80 kilograms. Mu Bei carried the barrels in both hands and said, "Little sister, let's go and give gifts to my brother."
The two soon arrived at Wu's residence. As soon as Mu Bei reached the door, Wu's voice came out, "Come in." Mu Bei and Rong entered the hall and saw Wu carving with animal bones.
Wu looked up at the two wooden barrels in Mu Bei's hands and asked, "Have you come up with something new?"
"Wu, how did you know? I didn't even say anything."
"You're grinning so widely. You look so happy. It must be a good thing. Bring it here and let me see it."
Mu Bei asked Rong to take out a stone bowl and poured a bowl of sweet potato wine for Wu. As soon as the lid of the wooden barrel was opened, a strong aroma of wine wafted out. Wu took the bowl and was about to drink it when Mu Bei remembered that he did not test the alcohol content of the wine.
But Mu Bei estimated that it would be between 30 degrees, and the deviation would not be too big. Although the sweet potato was a mutated super sweet potato, the more Mu Bei thought about it, the more uncertain he felt. If Wu got drunk, he would be in trouble.
"I haven't tried this brew yet. Let me try it first and then you drink it." Mu Bei hurriedly stopped him.
As he spoke, he asked Rong to get a bowl and poured himself half a bowl. As soon as Mu Bei drank it, he felt the alcohol content was so high, about 60 degrees. Mu Bei gave a professional evaluation.
Mu Bei said: "Wu, drink less, this is a bit spicy."
It was hard for Mu Bei to say anything else. The more he said, the harder it would be to explain. Wu picked up the stone bowl and took a sip. It was spicy with a hint of sweetness. A wave of heat went from his mouth to his throat and then to his stomach. Wu did not comment. He closed his eyes and felt the feeling of the wine. Wu opened his eyes and took another sip. His face, which had been a little pale, became ruddy.
Mu Bei couldn't sit still anymore. Although he was standing, he stepped forward and said, "Wu can't drink anymore. I just drank a big sip and I feel a little dizzy."
Wu put down the bowl in his hand and said, "You little rascal, you are afraid that I will get drunk, and it will be difficult to explain later."
Mu Bei was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself: "Wu couldn't have traveled through time as well, Wu actually knows about wine, and even knows about getting drunk."
"Don't let your imagination run wild. There are records in the tribe. A hundred fruits are used to make wine. After drinking it, you will feel dizzy, but when you wake up, you will feel refreshed. There are not many records about wine in the tribe. They only record the origin of the hundred-fruit wine. It was brewed by monkeys and humans learned. I didn't expect that you would be able to figure it out."
Mu Bei started to talk nonsense, "At first I didn't expect it to become wine. I put the sweet potatoes in a wooden barrel and planned to store them, but I forgot about them. Today my little sister reminded me that there were still sweet potatoes in the barrel. When I opened it, they were all rotten. There were only two barrels of good ones, but they had changed their taste. I put them in a pot to steam them, and the house was filled with fragrance."
"This is a good thing. It will be very helpful for keeping warm when winter comes." Wu Dao.
"Wu only has these two small buckets and I sent them all to you." Mu Bei said with a wry smile.
"There is still a lot in the warehouse. I was going to store food for the winter. You can use it to make wine first."
"If the witch uses all the wine to make wine, will there not be enough food reserves for the winter?"
"Silly boy, have you ever seen anyone starve to death in our tribe? The tribe has sufficient food reserves. This is also the rule passed down from our ancestors. No one in the tribe can die of starvation or freezing unless all the totem warriors are dead."
Mu Bei was shocked when he heard the witch say this. This is the spirit of a tribe and also its bottom line. The tribe's cohesion is so strong and they fight against ferocious beasts so bravely and fearlessly. This should have a lot to do with the spiritual inheritance of the tribe.
Mu Bei was still thinking about Wu's words when the leader came in with several hunting captains. They soon smelled the aroma of wine and were puzzled when they saw Wu's ruddy face. The leader saw that Mu Bei was still holding a wooden barrel in his hand. He walked up to grab the barrel and smelled it and said, "Bei, what did you give Wu to drink?"
"Sweet potato wine brewed in the north." Wu said.
"Is this wine?" the leader thought for a moment.
When the chief saw the witch nod, he quickly picked up the stone bowl and poured a bowl of water. He tilted his head back and drank it. He drank it so fast that he choked. He coughed, coughed, coughed, and after he finished coughing, he did not forget to shout "good".
The leader grabbed the barrel and was about to pour another bowl when it was snatched away by the three captains next to him.
Yong said: "Chief, how can you enjoy such a good thing alone? After saying that, the three of them poured a bowl each and drank it, with excited smiles on their faces." Some of them were still preparing to fight for it.
"What are you stealing? This is Bei, who brought it specially to honor me." Wu shouted.
The few people instantly became depressed. Wu smiled and said, "I'll leave a bucket for you guys to share."
Sixty-proof liquor is not likely to make the powerful totem warriors drunk. Their entire bodies have been transformed by energy, and liquor has a hard time numbing their nerves. A wooden barrel of about 40 kilograms was quickly divided up by them.
Wu said: "Now that you have drunk the wine, you can also do the work below."
The witch told the others about the brewing process, and Mu Bei supplemented it. The others quickly mastered the brewing skills and turned around to run. Just as they were about to leave, the witch stopped them. "Don't go brewing yet. Listen to me. Tomorrow morning, all three hunting teams will go out and hunt around the tribe."