After calming down Gao Chang, the Tang Army had no more battles. They only needed to wait for the next order from the Imperial Court. All the generals were bored to death waiting for the new order.
"By the way, why don't I see Mo Jiazi? What is Mo Jiazi doing?" Hou Junji asked with a frown. They had been meeting frequently with the other generals recently, but the son of the Mo Clan was the only one who remained elusive.
"General, I heard that Mo Jiazi is recruiting Gao Chang's craftsmen to go to the Tang Dynasty. Everything was going smoothly, and those craftsmen were very cooperative. However, the wine workshop encountered a problem. Those stubborn winemakers refused to hand over the secret recipe, nor were they willing to go to the Tang Dynasty. I think Mo Jiazi is trying to solve this problem," Xin Yaoer gloated.
Everyone knew that once the Mo family's son obtained these two secret skills, he would be rolling in wealth. Now that the Mo family's son had suffered a setback, and it was the most valuable wine secret skill, Xin Liao 'er couldn't help but gloat.
"Soft-hearted." Hou Junji snorted coldly. They were now the victors and conquerors. As long as they gave the order, no one in Gao Chang would dare to refuse their plan. They could kill anyone who disobeyed. He did not believe that those workshops would dare to resist.
Xin Yaoer said, "I think Mo Jiazi cherishes his reputation. I heard that the condition of the wine workshop was that if Mo Jiazi wanted to move the wine workshop to the Tang Dynasty, he would have to find another livelihood for the grape farmers."
"Another livelihood!"
Hou Junji's heart skipped a beat. He waved his hand and said, "Go and find out what Mo Jiazi is doing."
"Yes!" Xin Yaoer left reluctantly. It was noon, and the weather in Gao Chang was unusually hot. It was not a good job to go out in the sun in this weather.
Gao Chang City was located in the famous Turpan Basin in the future. It was known as the Three Furnaces, and the famous Flaming Mountain in the future was here. Every summer, it was unbearably hot, and the temperature could reach as high as during the day.
Fortunately, Mo Jiazi's gunpowder broke the city and ended the battle in Gao Chang early. Otherwise, it would have been a lot of suffering in the hot summer.
"Chang 'an is still the most comfortable."
Morton raised his head to look at the scorching sun. He could only feel waves of heat hitting his face. Although the summer in Chang 'an was scorching hot, it was still bearable. Moreover, with the widespread use of ice-making technology, people could easily survive the summer.
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"Young Master! The grapes are here. " Zhang Mu came in a hurry in the heat, followed by a group of Gao Chang fruit farmers, who were pulling carts of freshly picked grapes.
"They're really good!" Meton stepped forward, picked up a bunch of grapes, and tasted them. They were really sweet and delicious.
"Thank you, Merton, for your exaggeration," the old winemaker said proudly.
"Let's get started."
Meton wiped the sweat off his forehead and waved his hand.
Immediately, Gaochang's fruit farmers pushed the grapes they had just plucked over and placed them in a strange house in front of them. Ordinary houses only had doors and windows, but this house had many holes on all four sides. It could even be said that the air was leaking out from all four sides. The inside of the house was also filled with ropes. The fruit farmers hung bunches of grapes that they had plucked on the ropes.
"This batch of grapes is the earliest to ripen," the old winemaker said reluctantly. The old winemaker said with some reluctance. In the past, the earliest batch of grapes were also the best, and they were specially used by the wine workshop to make wine. But now, Marquis Mo was hanging them out to dry in a room full of air holes. If the grapes went bad, it would be a complete waste.
Looking at the old winemaker's expression, Meton knew what he was thinking. He immediately said with a smile, "Don't worry. The climate in Gao Chang is unique. It's hot in summer, and the temperature difference between day and night is very large. The sugar content of fruits is very high. If the grapes are put in the dark room, the water content of the grapes will quickly evaporate, leaving only the sugar content.
The old winemaker's eyes lit up. He naturally knew about preserved fruits. If they could be made into preserved fruits, they could be stored and transported for a long time. But the grapes had too much water. Once they were cut open like preserved fruits, they would quickly go bad. But he never thought that Mo Jiazi would come up with such a wonderful idea. He hung up the bunches of grapes and invented a house to dry them.
This way, the grapes would be protected by the skin and would not go bad. It could also evaporate the water content in a short time and retain the sugar content. Naturally, the grapes would not go bad. In fact, the sweetness would be even higher. It would be like icing honey. Naturally, the grapes would not go bad.
The other winemakers were also skeptical. But when they thought of Mo Jiazi's legendary experience, they were a little relieved. After all, what Mo Jiazi said made a certain amount of sense.
Once Mo Jiazi's raisins were successfully made, it would be convenient to store and transport them. It could also be used by every household. It would be much more profitable than making wine.
"This old man naturally believes in Merton. But those fruit farmers have never seen this method before. I'm afraid that they will have doubts about Merton." The old winemaker hesitated. After all, this was the first time Meton's method had appeared. These fruit farmers would definitely have doubts in their hearts. After all, these fruits were the fruits of their hard work for a year. In the past, the wineries would buy them and sell them for money. But now, they were being left to dry in a dark room. If it did not work, then they would lose everything.
Meton spread his hands. "Thinking back, how could the first winemaker who made wine know the recipe of the wine? He must have been doubted. Only when he made a sweet and delicious grape wine did people rush to imitate him. The same goes for the raisins! "
The old winemaker couldn't help but fall silent. Gao Chang had been passed down for generations. The first winemaker to make wine was discovered by accident. It was very similar to the current situation. But now that Gao Chang had just been defeated, the fruit farmers' livelihood for a year depended on grapes. Naturally, they would be worried about their gains and losses.
Meton waved his hand. "That's not a problem. Go and tell those fruit farmers that this year's Gao Chang grapes will be bought at the same price as last year. Tell them to ship them over without worry."
"Many thanks, Merton!"
The old winemaker couldn't help but be delighted. As expected of the great Mo Jiazi, he was indeed generous. With this, the fruit farmers no longer had to worry.
Soon, carts of raisins were pulled into the dark room to dry. Mo Jiazi's generosity spread throughout Gao Chang City. Everyone knew that Mo Jiazi was no longer making wine. Instead, he was preparing to dry raisins.
"Raisins!" Hou Junji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard Xin Yaoer's report.
"That's right! Mo Jiazi has already requisitioned the wine workshop and changed it to drying raisins. He even spent money to buy all the grapes. Now, the news has spread throughout Gao Chang City. "Xin Yaoer frowned.
"Raisins! Forget it, let Mo Jiazi do what he wants! " Hou Junji waved his hand. During the Western Expedition to Tuyuhun, Mo Jiazi had made green fodder. This time, during the Western Expedition to Gao Chang, it wasn't surprising that Mo Jiazi would make raisins.
But what Hou Junji was really concerned about was another matter. The news of the Western Expedition should have reached Chang 'an City.
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