"Haha, thank you, come here, I've done this glass!" In the Hezhong Fort, Liu Ang raised a glass of wine with a red face and said with a smile. The glass was filled with big qu, about two taels of water. The pure white wine swayed in the glass, exuding an attractive aroma. The only disadvantage was the large amount of bubbles and impurities mixed in the glass, which made the cup look far less good than the high-quality wine utensils imported from Venice and Germany.

"Dry it!" Xie Hansan raised his head and drank the glass of wine. The spicy wine was poured into his stomach through his throat, making his whole body feel a little hot. "Sorghum wine is still delicious. It's much better than the distilled red wine brandy. We Chinese are really used to this taste."

Seeing that the two adults had dried up the wine in their glasses, Liu Cai, who had been standing silently, picked up the dark wine bottle on the table and filled it with them. Liu Cai was seventeen years old this year. Like Mo Dazhong, he was also an orphan among the Far East immigrants. He was taken as his adopted son by Liu Ang. As for why he chose the vulgar name Liu Ang, he had to ask the name himself.

The weather outside became colder and annoying sleet. In such weather, there was no way to do anything, so cats could only be at home. At this time, the militia that had been gathering and training had been disbanded; the natives of the "Eight Banners" had sent them back to their tribe base to play by themselves; there were only a very small number of slaves outside who were still working hard to mow grass and feeding sheep.

"Liu Cai, have everything outside arranged?" Liu Ang asked with a big tongue. He had already drunk seven or eight taels of rice at the 60-degree river. Even though he had a good alcohol tolerance, he was also a little drunk at this moment.

"Well. The wool has been cut this year. There are 1045 bags (10 kilograms per bag), and they are currently stored in warehouse No. 1; the newly peeled 600 cowhides are still being tanned. After the tanning is finished, they are ready to wait for the next time to ship to transport them back to the local area. The Koisan slaves are always clumsy and waste a lot of precious soda ash. I have already made a decision to punish a few people first; the business license of the brewing company approved by the Ministry of Industry and Commerce has been sent, and the local customized brewing equipment has also arrived. Chief Mo has already made preliminary plans for the Hezhong Winery to be built for the new Hezhong Winery. There is a factory. The only problem is that the 2,500 newly shipped wine bottles have been filled with Hezhong Daqu.

, it has been sealed and stored in warehouse No. 2, and it will be transported back to the local area for sale next time when the ship comes. The oil pressing plant is still under construction, and Chief Mo will also urge the equipment when he returns. At present, I have recruited some masters who can squeeze oil and take a bunch of apprentices to learn first. In addition, some slaves who can squeeze oil from the two flags (black and white flags) have also been pulled out separately. The pardon documents for the promotion of the upper six flags are placed on your desk, waiting for approval..." Liu Cai said a lot of things in all aspects in one breath, and a lot of data was reported without even thinking. Obviously, he has worked hard during this period and has been working and doing practical things.

"Old Liu, your assistant is good." Xie Hansan said while holding antelope meat in the small hot pot in front of him. The temperature outside was close to zero, and it was windy and raining and snowing. At this time, sitting in the warm room where the fireplace was fired, setting up a small hot pot and drinking some wine was the most pleasant thing.

"Hehe, my boy is very smart." Liu Ang also praised his adopted son and said, "It's not much worse than Lao Mo's adopted son Mo Dazhong. Liu Cai, you have to study hard in the past two years and recognize more words. At that time, I will send you to Dayuhe Cadre School for further study, broaden your horizons, and get a new background. Otherwise, if you can't even raise your level, you can hang out in a countryside like Hezhongbao, which is boring."

After hearing Liu Ang's words, Liu Cai nodded vigorously, looking determined.

Sun Shengjun walked over with a large pot of slices of meat, placed it between Liu Ang and Xie Hansan, and then turned around and cut the meat again.

Xie Hansan picked up a piece of antelope meat as thin as a cicada's wings and said in a somewhat awkward tone: "Sun Shengjun, I heard that you killed sheep in Shaanxi, but I didn't expect that the skill of cutting meat was also very good. Tsk, as thin as a cicada's wings, it's really a real skill."

Sun Shengjun smiled humbly, not as domineering as he usually is: "I am killing sheep in a mutton restaurant run by the villagers. Naturally, I have to learn how to cut meat with both hands. The country style made the two leaders laugh. Since the two leaders liked it, they didn't go anywhere and kept cutting meat for the two leaders. The antelope meat was a little thicker, and the taste was not as good as the goat meat in Shaanxi; and the crocodile meat, leopard meat, and elephant meat sent to the north were not as good as the pork meat raised by our Hezhongbao, so I just had it fresh."

"Isn't it just a fresh meal?" Xie Hansan put down his chopsticks and took a sip of wine. A lot of precious chili transported from the local area were placed in the butter hot pot. At this moment, he was sweating slightly on his forehead. Seeing this, the serviceman immediately handed over a white cotton towel. Xie Hansan took it over and wiped the sweat on his forehead, then picked up a pancake made of ostrich eggs and noodle stalls in the plate, rolled up a locally produced green onion, and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

"I'm thankful, it's okay if the weather is not good these two days." Liu Ang put down his wine glass and suddenly said, "When the weather clears up in two days, let those 'Eight Banners' move? Your Fourth Company sent some people to supervise the battle, and I'm worried about these indigenous bastards. At that time, the troops of any flag are not effective, the commander will behead them and all the soldiers will be punished into the lower two flags."

"It is probably inappropriate for our army to be dispatched," Xie Hansan said with a frown, "Although we are not afraid of the British now, we have to avoid being justified. Let's do this, it's better to send local security troops, Sun Shengjun!"

"Yes!" Sun Shengjun put down his kitchen knife and stood attentively like a conditioned reflex.

"When the Eight Banners troops are dispatched in two days, you will take 20 cavalry to supervise these bastards to fight. Remember, don't go into battle in person. If the war is unfavorable, it will be troublesome. If the situation is wrong, you will organize your troops to retreat. Remember, if the situation is particularly urgent, you are allowed to leave the Eight Banners troops and retreat first." Xie Hansan repeatedly reminded. This is not a joke. Indigenous attacks can be concealed. There is no way for the East Coast people to fall into the hands of the British. At that time, there will be no other diplomatic storm.

"Abide by the order!" Sun Shengjun replied simply and vigorously, and at the same time, a hot stream surged in his heart. This is the power to lead troops!

Just as Liu Ang, Xie Hansan and others were sweating all over the hot pot, the highest commander of the British, Knight Haywood, was furious because the dinner his servant brought him only had some mashed potatoes, two small strips of cold salted fish and some cold pea soup left over from noon.

"Everything is terrible!" said Haywood Knight angrily, "It's already snowing, but my Governor's residence has not been built yet, and the Good Hope Castle has not been built! God, terrible! You idiots, can't even heat up some soup? Now I announce that given the stupidity of you, the damn Irish, you and your companions will go to repair the castle for me tomorrow!"

"We don't have firewood. Sir, it has been raining and snowing outside these days, and the mountain roads are slippery. Several of my companions were injured while chopping wood. Now they are lying in the corner and no one cares. Sir, you can't treat us like this!" A middle-aged Irish man said in panic. They knew very well what it means to go to repair the castle. In order to renovate this solid and magnificent Good Hope Fort, more than a hundred people have died in the past month and a half. Most of them are natives, and a small number are British immigrants, let alone those poor people who are sick on a large scale and ignored them. They cannot eat enough and don't wear warm clothes. They can only lie in the corner and die in obscurity until the cold body is discovered and thrown into the sea.

Those who do miscellaneous work can barely endure it for fourteen hours a day, but those who build castles work for sixteen to eighteen hours a day, and they do heavy physical work, but they eat no differently from others. Therefore, building castles can be regarded as a very heavy punishment.

"Go now!" Knight Haywood shouted even more angrily, "Guards, come here! Take the stupid Irishman in front of me and his companions to the construction site of the castle, immediately! Immediately!"

The Knight Haywood was angry now, and he was disappointed with everything in front of him: bad weather, stupid farmer, weak natives. As a nobleman, he was still lacking food that matched his identity. He had no red wine of cocoa, only cold pea soup; he had no sweet and juicy beef, only small salted fish with a odor; he had no sweet snacks, only crude and hard bread that was hard to swallow, and everything seemed terrible.

He could not even change into a dry dress. The cracked leather boots were soaked in the rain, his feet were soaked white, and the heart-wrenching chills from his feet made his feet numb and almost unconscious. So he urgently needed to vent, and the Irish chef in front of him accidentally hit his gun. From now on, he and his companions could only wail in pain in the rain and snow on the castle construction site.
Chapter completed!