After many attempts, Zhang Ming's knowledge of winemaking reached a new level, and he mastered various processing techniques.

Of course, such trivial matters are not worth recording in a diary.

In the cellar, in addition to white wine brewed from rice, there are also sorghum wine, glutinous rice wine, corn wine, wild fruit wine, etc., a total of... more than three hundred jars!

The alcohol concentration of natural fermentation is generally not high. With his current physical condition, it is impossible for him to get drunk, which is to indulge in addiction and miss the disappeared civilized life.

If you want to obtain high-concentration alcohol, you must use multiple distillations, which is another complicated process.

When I walked out of the auditorium carrying a water tank, I was greeted by fertile farmland with vigorous growth, rapeseed, rice, wheat, sorghum, corn, onions and other crops, as well as spider orchid, purslane, fennel and other natural antibiotics.

.If Zhang Ming’s own productivity was not insufficient, he would still want to plant more fields.

This island has a warm climate, no winter, and abundant sunshine and rain. Rice often matures for three seasons a year, and wheat can also mature for two seasons. At this moment, faint goose-yellow wheat flowers are blooming in the wheat fields, and there is a strong fragrance of wheat.

Paired with turtles peeping out and basking in the sun, it forms a beautiful pastoral picture.

Further ahead is a reservoir of about a thousand square meters, with many turtles playing in the pond.

Who would have thought that in just four years, this place would already be a paradise?

"Hey, today is my birthday. Did you get a gift for me?" Zhang Ming held the water tank and shouted loudly to the little white turtle lying on a boulder.

Xiaobai didn't know whether he was sleeping or really practicing "Xuanwu Breathing Technique", but he was frightened and rolled down the stone.

"Aww!"

The little white turtle looked at the big tank in his hand and jumped on the ground in surprise.

This scene is quite weird. A turtle can actually jump higher than a rabbit, almost jumping on Lao Zhang’s head.

It grabbed Lao Zhang's shirt and crawled along his arm to the coconut vat.

Even the little white turtle has grown a lot in the past few years!

"Children, don't always think about drinking." Zhang Ming walked to an open area and opened the lid made of palm leaves and mud.

A faint aroma of alcohol comes to the face, refreshing, and there is a comfortable aroma of cellar mud.

Zhang Ming scooped some out of a plastic bottle cap and took a small taste.

To be honest, it's a bit cloudy, the taste is a bit choking, and it also has a hint of sourness.

It cannot be compared with what is made in a real big factory; even Erguotou, which costs 10 yuan a bottle, cannot compare.

But it is wine after all and can be eaten.

"Don't laugh at the farmer's wax wine..."

"Crash!"

A large group of turtles smelled the smell of alcohol and crawled over together!

Zhang Ming said seriously to a group of gluttonous turtles gathered around him: "The reason why I teach you farming and winemaking is not to satisfy your appetite."

"On the one hand, alcohol is a good disinfectant. Even if you have rough skin and thick flesh, you still need to disinfect after being injured to reduce the chance of infection."

"On the one hand, when you are lonely...alcohol, paired with cucumber, is undoubtedly the best in the world."

"Cucumbers are undoubtedly the best in the world." Shimama rolled around obscenely on the side, her old voice getting louder and louder, with a serious meaning, "Cucumbers are undoubtedly..." <

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After years of instruction, this guy not only repeated the reading, but also learned to tamper with the lines, greatly improving his level of obscenity.

Patients with high blood pressure, cerebral thrombosis, and stroke should not come into contact with Shimama, otherwise there is a risk of sudden death.

"I'll make you cheap!" Zhang Ming bent down, grabbed the black stone, and threw it into a wooden bowl filled with wine. Immediately, Shimama stopped repeating like a slave and sank lazily.<

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It is addicted to it and cannot extricate itself.
Chapter completed!