"Oh!" Zhang Lang slapped his head, "I'm shouting that Monkey is not enough to share enough wine, why do you forget this?"

After educating Liu Quanzhi, Zhang Lang suddenly thought that Monkey wine can be brewed by himself? And the golden retrievers they brewed by themselves will definitely have a better effect.

For the same wild fruit, you can create a more suitable environment by yourself, and you can also add different kinds of medicinal materials to make monkey wine with different effects.

Combined with the method of brewing ordinary wine in later generations and the method of brewing monkey wine in Golden Retrievers, the monkey wine that was brewed in the end was definitely better than the monkey wine in Golden Retrievers.

After all, there are too many accidental factors in the Monkey wine brewed by Golden Retrievers. At Zhang Lang's request, Golden Retrievers made every effort to brew Monkey wine, but some unexpected events often occur, resulting in most of the wine being unsuccessful.

"Captain?" Liu Quanzhi shouted carefully.

He couldn't figure out, and just said it well, how did the captain slap his head?

"Is there something wrong?"

"No... it's nothing! It's you... why......" Liu Quanzhi gestured stumblingly.

It means asking Zhang Lang why he suddenly slapped his head? Is his head hurting, and I don’t know if it’s appropriate to ask.

"Oh! It's okay, your forest protection team is responsible for going into the mountains to pick wild fruits. I'll brew monkey wine. When the wine is ready, you will be indispensable!" Zhang Lang said with a smile.

"Really? That's great! I'll tell the squadron leader now, let all the brothers in the family go into the mountains to pick wild fruits!" Liu Quanzhi excitedly picked up the walkie-talkie and started shouting.

Zhang Lang hurriedly stopped Liu Quanzhi who was preparing to call someone, "Don't worry about picking wild fruits! We brew monkey wine ourselves, at least we must prepare the fermented wooden barrels in advance! Besides, I make wine, it's not a little bit, I must make large quantities of wine, otherwise I won't be able to finish it back! So do the preparations!"

Wild fruits are easy to pick, but this wooden barrel is not easy to make. Zhang Lang will never let himself down and use ordinary wood to make do.

Monkey wine is also called Baiguo wine, which belongs to a kind of fruit wine, and wine is also a kind of fruit wine.

The best wooden barrels for storing wine are oak barrels. During the aging of the wine, the tannin, vanillin, oak lactone, eugenol and other compounds in the barrel will dissolve in the wine. These substances can make the wine more stable in color, softer in taste, and more coordinated in the aroma.

The monkey wine brewed by Zhang Lang is not ready to be sold, so he drinks it himself, so he naturally has to use the best wooden barrel.

"Captain, then when will we start picking wild fruits? It seems that it is the end of October, and it may snow at any time!" Liu Quanzhi reminded.

Once it snows in the northeast, the mountains and forests are not so easy to get into.

It’s not that no one enters, but that no one wants to go deep into the mountains and forests on heavy snowy days.

"Soon, in just a few days, I asked someone to transport the wood for making the barrels. When the barrels are ready, I will start picking wild fruits."

After Zhang Lang finished speaking, he began to assign tasks to Ye Xiaoxian in his heart.

Ye Xiaoxian is a fanatical believer of Zhang Lang. He can directly contact Ye Xiaoxian through the belief channel between the two, which is more convenient than the mobile phones in the 21st century.

He told Ye Xiaoxian to purchase oak barrels and oak and transport them to the nearby manor. He went there to transport them back to the evening.

When he left the country, Zhang Lang was still very relaxed in front of his believers, without any hidden meaning. He told them with his actions that I am the God you believe in.

For people from Western countries, they only take this trick. The more Zhang Lang shows miracles in front of them, the more purely their belief in Zhang Lang is.

In recent years, Zhang Lang seems to be staying in Xilong Villa honestly. In fact, he and Tang Feifei go to manors around the world every night. Over the past three years, they can be said to have visited scenic spots around the world.

The manors he bought and built around the world would have a very conspicuous building, that is, the Land Temple.

In three years, Zhang Lang not only continued to see the beautiful scenery of his manor around the world, but also developed all the Gu Gongs in his manor into believers. Under the miracles over and over again, they all abandoned their God and became Zhang Lang's fanatical believers.

Now the land purchased by Zhang Lang abroad is definitely more than the area of ​​a province in China. Unfortunately, there are too few people on these lands, which means there are few believers. Otherwise, the land refined by Zhang Lang would not be just a mere seventh grade land.

Only in the country, Zhang Lang had no choice but to hide it.

Who made Mao Zu stipulate that after the founding of the country, he could not become a god or a spirit? He, a god, could only act in a low-key manner.

Being low-key and tolerant and adapting to current affairs is not a coward, and gods are not immortals. Gods never act against the will of heaven. They will only follow the current situation and take advantage of the situation.

Zhang Lang was waiting for the opportunity to soar to the sky.

This year is 1984. Reform and opening up, not only the economy, but also the belief in ghosts and gods. Zhang Lang is ready. He will never let Buddhism compete for the first place in this life. He wants his land temple to become the largest temple in the world, the most incense temple, and the most believers.

"Dad! Dad!" The son's cry interrupted the contact between Zhang Lang and Ye Xiaoxian.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Lang looked at his son riding gold and his younger sister riding big flowers.

These two naughty children are lawless. Wild Boar Ridge is already a deep mountain forest. In the past, even hunters in the mountains dare not run to Wild Boar Ridge alone.

"Dad! Teach us to sing!"

"Teaching you to sing, I won't wait for my dad to come home to teach you? I'm very brave and forgot what I told you?" Zhang Lang said with a straight face.

Unfortunately, my son didn't eat his tricks, so he rushed into his arms, hugged Zhang Lang's neck and started acting coquettish, "Dad! It's okay! I have gold, my aunt and big flowers, and so many wolf guards!"

"Then you can't run around! What's in the mountains is so hard that my father can't figure it out! Aren't you afraid of a monster coming to eat you?"

"It's okay, Brother Monkey will save me! Dad, teach us to sing, I want to win the big prize, I want to go to Xiangjiang with my aunt to travel to double flights!" The son shook his head with Zhang Lang.

"If you want to go to Xiangjiang, your father can take you there anytime, and you don't have to participate in the competition!" My son is old, and it's time to take him out for a long experience.

"No! I want to win the big prize based on my ability and then go to Xiangjiang for a trip!" The son raised his head and proudly rejected Zhang Lang.
Chapter completed!