Of the thousands of people, only six people were busy, and Dong Ku and them were busy for two hours, so that all the Japanese soldiers were fed thousands of insects.

Ten Thousand Worms Eater Heart is a poison that dissolves and absorbs in the stomach, a one-time poison that does not have a poisonous second generation, and it is also the most domineering and cruel of all the poisons in Dong Ku.

Dong Ku wants to use these demons to honor the ancestors, to temporarily calm the anger in his heart. He wouldn't let these Japanese soldiers die so easily, even though it didn't take even half an hour to kill all these people.

After everyone returned to the mansion and poured ten thousand insects into Jingtian and other drunken spirits, Dong Ku poured the few remaining elixirs into the wine jar, lit the liquor inside, and ordered more than half a meter from the flames: "Use the antidote of ylang-ylang, don't use the antidote, take all the belongings here." ”

"Yes!"

In the dark night, Zuo Boyang and the others shouted orders.

With the order, the guard in charge of the guard also turned back, and began to search room by room, person by person, the belongings on the body and in the package, in the flashlight, one bag after another slowly turned into a bulge.

The Japanese soldiers who searched their bodies were all given ylang-ylang antidote, and they would wake up in two hours at most.

Dong Ku did not participate in the search, he turned out all the good things hidden in Jingtian's house alone, during which in addition to returning the phone call from the front inquiry, learning Jingtian's voice, and drunkenly and hazy reported the situation of the banquet, he was alone in this room that might be the ancestral house, lingering in the courtyard, and the flashlight kept shining on this and that.

He went to the still-preserved liquor workshop in the back garden and checked it out, so it was still as it was. But the steamer and the cellar have been moldy, the liquid has dried up, leaving only the black mold spots of these brewing tools, it seems that these Jingtian are intentionally preserved, thinking about how to reproduce the workshop.

After turning around and imprinting the tiny details of these utensils in his mind, he reluctantly left here and walked into the underground wine cellar that he entered in the side house.

At this point, there wasn't much wine left. Dong Ku saw that the age of the 30th altar should be marked at the end of the Ming Dynasty. The year name is not clear, but you can vaguely see that it is the Ming Dynasty, and the one next to it is the Qing Dynasty with Manchu markings, obviously. It's the collection of that period.

300 years ......

Dong Ku was shocked. At noon, he drank two catties of 300-year-old wine alone.

Look at these wines that may have come from the hands of ancestors. Dong Ku made up his mind. We must let the daughter of the Dong family spread all over the world, replacing what Lafite, what brandy. These wines he decided to cellar. As a treasure trove for the future distillery, it is sealed.

He turned around piece by piece, looking at the empty rows of shelves, and hated in his heart that these beasts had actually drunk a hundred or two hundred years of good wine as boiled water, and drank it all.

Walking to the innermost part of the wine cellar, after reading the only more than 30 jars of wine, Dong Ku walked back, while keeping these shelves and the layout of the wine cellar in mind, and after the war, he would not build a winery on the original site, but would also restore the winery to its original state, combined with new technology and technology, maintain the old style and concept, and create the daughter of the Dong family.

The moment he turned around, his gaze swept over the brick wall in the middle of the rows of shelves that looked like a partition wall and a fire dragon in the northeast, and he suddenly paused, it seemed to be a wall of fire.

He retracted his steps and turned to a lonely partition wall to check. Sure enough, this is a wall of fire built with bluestone.

Why does the wine cellar need a fire wall?

Dong Ku walked along the wall of fire to the end in confusion.

It's really a wall of fire......

Dong Ku saw the end of the connection, confirmed that the judgment was correct, and then remembered the point marked on the recipe, the wine cellar should be kept at a constant temperature, and attached the drawings of the heating building.

At that time, he thought that this was just a winter heating facility, but after looking at the wine cellar, he realized that the entire wine cellar was connected by this kind of fire wall, which was heated in sections and sections to maintain the temperature in the wine cellar.

Seeing this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran out of the wine cellar in a few steps, went straight to Jing Tian's room, and found a small wooden box that he thought was useless and dusty at the place where Jing Tian placed his miscellaneous items.

This is the wooden box where the formula is stored, Dong Ku looked at it at the time, didn't take it seriously, he wouldn't think that this pure wooden board, the thin box would have a mezzanine like dog blood mechanism, but he clearly remembered that there were several engraved words in the lid of the box, at that time I only saw that it was a seal character, and it was cool in summer, warm in spring and autumn, and hot in winter.

Sure enough, when he saw the box again and saw those seal characters, Dong Ku understood that this was a judgment and expression of temperature in the Ming Dynasty, when there was no thermometer.

When he flipped through the box and saw the bottom, his eyes lit up.

The bottom of the box was mottled with paint, apparently a few knife marks from the mottled spots that had been painted later. When he took out his knife in the cave and slowly deducted the lacquer, he saw a few words, seventy-seven degrees.

Seventy-seven degrees?

Dong Ku's eyes narrowed, and he quickly converted, converting this number, which could be Fahrenheit, to degrees Celsius, and he came up with an accurate number, twenty-five degrees.

It turns out that the temperature of the wine cellar is still standard!

Dong Ku sighed. He instantly understood that the inside of the box was also engraved with the standard of temperature, but at that time, it was a way to determine the specific temperature by cold, cold, cool, warm, hot, and hot, relying on the feeling of word of mouth and experience. The bottom of the box is obviously after the Qing Dynasty, and the thermometer entered China before it reached the Fahrenheit.

In addition to understanding, he sighed at the wisdom of the Chinese people. If you are not careful about that secret recipe, you will not know that the wine cellar still needs a constant temperature, even if you get the recipe, if you don't grasp the cellar well, I am afraid that the wine that has been stored for a few years will deteriorate, and the daughter who drinks it now will not be red.

Smart or sad, Dong Ku can't tell. The folk keep a hand, resulting in a lot of stunts and techniques lost, those know-how based on experience, without the master to teach, may be difficult to find the key throughout his life, and then lost.

After thinking about it, he simply destroyed the box, and as soon as he closed his hands, he crushed the box, so that this secret was buried deep in his heart and kept as the only key technique for opening a distillery.

As soon as he threw away the crumbs of the box in his hand, Zuo Boyang and the others returned to the mansion one by one.

Look at the big pockets. Grenade box, bullet box, Dong Ku thought for a while and said: "No. 8 will drive a truck over, load all the wine jars in the wine cellar in the side room, block these belongings, and we will set off in a while." ”

"Yes!"

Eight departed.

"Adjutant Zuo, are all those Japanese troops arranged?"

"It's arranged, the person on duty has heard a lot, and it is estimated that he should wake up in ten minutes, and the rest will be thrown on the bed."

"Good. Move fast. Loading things into the car, we have to put on a show. ”

As he spoke, Dong Ku picked up a bottle of wine and took a few sips with his head up. Then handed it to Zuo Boyang. Turned over and went back to the house.

The guards moved fast. After the truck arrived, the sacks and boxes were loaded into the car, and more than 30 jars of wine in the cellar were placed outside. Blocked those chests.

After ten minutes, everything returned to tranquility, and the village was darkened and there was no movement.

At the entrance of the village, the five Japanese thugs standing guard opened their eyes stiffly, saw the darkness in their eyes, were stunned, suddenly sobered up, picked up their guns and looked around, and when they saw that they were at the sentry position, several people who woke up one after another didn't know what happened to the road, why was it who was on fire?

A few dim spots of light in the village made them hesitate to stand there, not daring to move. I was worried that I would be punished if I slept while standing guard.

As they woke up one by one, the Japanese soldiers in the room also opened their eyes groggyly, saw that it was not yet dawn, and fell back and continued to sleep soundly.

In the house, Jing Tian had a splitting headache, opened his eyes with a dry mouth, groped his way to stand up in the dark, staggered to the door, shouted a word of water, and lay on the door frame too lazy to move.

"Jingtian Shaozuo, you can wake up."

Zuo Boyang came to the door with a horse lantern, handed over the water bowl and said.

Jing Tian poured a bowl of cold water into his stomach and sobered up, but he was still weak. He looked outside at the sky and asked, "Why is it dark?" What about Mr. Kato? ”

"Mr. Kato hasn't sobered up yet, you've drunk too much."

Zuo Boyang took the water bowl and said.

Jing Tian saw the soldiers lying in the dark, and two ronins lying on the table, obviously not sober up, just about to shout, the door of the classic car not far away was pushed open, Dong Ku staggered out of the car and said, "Jing Tianjun...... If you don't have to worry about it...... Farewell to you...... I'll leave after you've loaded the car...... But your soldiers are finished loading...... Even with you...... And they were all drunk...... I ......"

Jingtian, who was still confused, didn't come back to his senses, and he didn't remember what he was loading.

Dong Ku staggered away Zuo Boyang, who was supporting him, staggered to Jing Tian, and said with a wine burp: "This wine is so good, I'm in a hurry to go back...... Preparing to set up a factory...... Rushed back overnight...... Jinan...... Up to half a year, the distillery ...... And it will be built...... I'm not going to waste time here...... Trouble Jingtian-kun to say hello to General Qingkou...... I'm going to go......"

Jing Tian responded, but he was still confused, as if he was too drunk, but he remembered the brewery clearly, "Mr. Kato...... I'm waiting for your good news......"

After speaking, he shouted loudly, "Send Mr. Kato on my behalf!" ”

With his shout, the drunken soldiers in the courtyard were awakened one by one, swaying, and struggling to get up, but no one answered, and they all had headaches and did not understand the situation.

"No need, let's go, Mr. Kato is in a hurry to go back."

Zuo Boyang supported the swaying Dong Ku and said as he walked.

Several other ronins also carried the two ronins who still hadn't woken up into the classic car, and then, the truck shook the fire, the headlights left the gate of the courtyard brightly, and the lights of the convoy turned on and drove out of the village.

Watching Dong Ku leave, the excitement of becoming a rich man made Jing Tian forget everything, shook back to the house, picked up the phone, and reported to Mussel with a big tongue, and then notified the road card in front of him to let him go.

When Qingkou learned of Dong Ku's gratitude, his heart was steady, and he knew that the soon-to-open yarn factory had its own share, and praised Jingtian for two sentences, so he put down the phone and stopped thinking about it.

Jing Tian, on the other hand, staggered and threw himself on the bed, and soon, in the whirlwind of the world, he went to dream of being a rich man.

Dong Ku's convoy drove all the way out of the village, to the buffalo village, to Jinan, and entered the city in the middle of the night without the slightest hindrance. Fly......

Dong Ku had already used Jingtian's phone to contact Bian Mu, made effective communication, said that he would go to Weifang to check the cotton output in that area, and set up a factory in a hurry, and got the support of this "shareholder", loaded all the items he carried on the plane, and was not willing to keep even a jar of wine, so he left.

After Dong Ku left, Dong Jiazhuang disappeared from the sound of the car and made a short noise. Duty change. In a daze, he revealed why it was dark when he opened his eyes, and fell into a deathly silence in the gloomy wind.

Dong Ku's departure did not cause any waves, leaving only a few generals who dreamed of making a fortune.

Sky. Slowly it brightened. Dongjia Village. Those Japanese soldiers who had slept all night and felt hungry got up very early and were busy. They began to make breakfast to soothe the gurgling stomach.

Jingtian fell asleep for a night, woke up with a splitting headache, his stomach was churning, and he hadn't woken up from a hangover. Sitting on the bed, I thought about all the things of yesterday, and I was excited and secretly laughed. In the second half of his life, his future family, his future family are guaranteed, a guarantee of a steady stream of wealth.

Longingly, he was suddenly attracted by a few majestic beetles crawling on the ground. Regaining his senses, he stepped on a few beetles with his feet on the ground, and walked out of the room in high spirits.

The Japanese soldiers who got up were busy, they all felt very strange, I don't know what solar terms are going on today, it is said that there should be no beetles here, or winter, how can there be beetles out of the ground?

The Beetles were slow, but they all crawled towards them with a determined goal, so that the Japanese soldiers trampled them to death in disgust, but they didn't care.

Breakfast is lively, everyone from time to time to climb onto the body, the beetles at the feet of the foot to death, gradually more insect corpses did not delay everyone's interest in breakfast, still eat heartily.

Jing Tian drank the warm seaweed soup and felt much more comfortable in his stomach, he reported the situation to the frontier, returned to the room, sat alone, and began to think about this half-share world-class distillery, who can make his career more stable and promoted faster, and when to get disabled, retire early and return to his homeland, so as to enjoy the life of the rich.

As he was planning, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his calf, and the feeling of a crispy and numb object climbing on his skin woke him up.

"Yaga!"

Looking at the hundreds of beetles on the ground, I don't know when there were hundreds of beetles, moving slowly, and the goal was to crawl towards him, Jing Tian cursed, stood up, kicked his feet on the chair, picked up the warehouse pipe, reached out and dragged off the beetle whose head had already burrowed into the skin, looked at the black hole, the small hole that did not bleed, cursed again, landed on the ground, and jumped to trample all the beetles on the ground to death.

This is still not relieved, and the corpses that have been splashed with juice are abused, and then he gasped and looked strangely at the insects that were still crawling out of the ground and corners, and said in his heart, don't these insects have nothing to eat in winter, crawl out to forage?

Thinking about it, he shouted, "Guards! ”

With his shout, the soldier standing outside the door pushed the door open.

"Clean up these bugs!"

Jing Tian commanded, put down his trouser leg, and turned to find the medic to dress the wound.

He left the house and didn't feel anything, the street was still a little cold, the ground was still clean, and there were no pesky bugs.

In the infirmary, he saw dozens of soldiers who had been bitten by insects and had come to apply medicine, most of them had been bitten on their calves or ankles and necks, and a few had gotten into their backs or thighs.

In the room, the wounded soldiers cursed angrily, stepping on the insects that came out of the middle of nowhere, chirping, and the sound was very crisp.

"How can there be so many bugs?"

Jing Tian rolled up his trousers and asked as he asked the medic to clean his wounds.

The medician skillfully cleaned the wound and said casually: "I don't know what to do, I wonder if it could be that the bugs have woken up from hibernation?" ”

Jing Tian was noncommittal, he didn't know what Lu Dao was for, after cleaning the wound and applying medicine, he left the infirmary with a stomach full of questions.

After a toss, more than an hour passed, the sun slowly rose, and under the illumination of the sun, the air began to feel warm.

He walked out of the infirmary and saw many soldiers standing in the courtyard in disheveled clothes, carrying shoes or brooms or something, staring at the room with disgusted expressions.

"How ......"

Jing Tian asked halfway, and suddenly understood, I am afraid that there are insects everywhere in their house.

How so?

He returned to the house suspiciously, picked up the phone and asked if such a phenomenon had occurred in the surrounding villages, but in the process of cleaning up the insects, he asked around, even the forward position, and this strange phenomenon appeared here for him.

How?

He put down the phone, looked at the guards who were busy and the insects were crackling, and muttered to himself, how to sleep this night?

Muttering, he left the room, giving the guards a headache, he didn't look at the broken bugs.

He came to the courtyard, sat on the stone bench in the sun, began to bask in the sun, and moved out the unfinished plan in his mind, and continued to think about the future.

Time passed slowly, and the sun became more and more abundant, and before ten o'clock, the warm sunlight had already made Jing Tian, who was wearing cotton clothes, feel sweaty.

As he pondered, the commotion outside caught his attention, and as soon as he stood up, a few bugs fell from his body crackling.

How can there be it here?

Jing Tian saw the stone bench follow, struggling to put the climbing insects, and his scalp was numb.

Before he could do anything, the door was pushed open with a clattering of footsteps, and then a soldier ran in in a panic.

"Yaga!"

Jing Tian shouted angrily: "What are you working on!" ”

Report Shao Zuo, threshing floor there......

Threshing floor?

Jing Tian felt a tightness in his back for no reason, and a trace of coolness came out.

There was a grave for the whole village, and there was an inexplicable coldness there, as if there was something like a wronged soul, which made him reluctant to approach it.

"Let's go! Check it out! ”

He didn't wait for the soldier to finish, and pressed the command knife and went straight to the threshing floor.

He didn't know that it was the altar that Dong Ku had left for him, and he and the thousands of soldiers here were the sacrifices of this great sacrifice. (To be continued......)