Chapter 281 Jiang's distiller

Jiang Ting came to Jing Ruitang with the old magic doctor with full expectation. But when she saw the old magic doctor's cooking method, she was completely disappointed.

The old magic doctor's practice of steaming wine is completely a stupid method. First, he steamed wine in a pottery pot, turned a porcelain bowl over the mouth of the pot, and put a bowl under the bowl. In this way, when the steam from the spout meets the cold porcelain bowl, it will condense into drops of water and fall into the bowl underneath.

However, this simple distillation method is very slow to produce wine. And because the bowl underneath is placed next to the stove, it will heat up quickly, and the alcohol in the bowl is also very easy to evaporate. If you steam wine in this way, the old doctor will never want to steam alcohol in his life.

"Doctor, it's impossible for you to distil out alcohol like this." Jiang Ting couldn't help saying, "If you want to produce alcohol, you must have more professional distillation equipment. You definitely can't do this."

The old magic doctor sighed and said, "Yes, this definitely won't work. Is it true that only Master can make alcohol in the world? Oh, that's all. I won't force it. As long as I can make stronger wine to make it easier to treat injuries, I will be satisfied.

"Doctor, may I ask, how does your master make alcohol?" Jiang Ting asked curiously. She suddenly felt that perhaps the master of the old magic doctor was a modern doctor.

The old magic doctor looked back at Jiang Ting and didn't understand why she was so concerned about alcohol. But he still patiently replied, "When I studied medicine with my master, I heard her say that what can really play a role in disinfection is something called ethanol in wine, also known as alcohol. The spirits of the Southern Tang Dynasty are not pure and not suitable for treating injuries. But at that time, she had one thing that could steam very pure spirits, which was enough for ordinary injury disinfection. But that thing was smashed by her. Therefore, even if I remember how she steamed wine, I still can't steam pure wine without such a thing.

"That master is now..."

"Dead." The old magic doctor turned his head blankly and looked at the steaming pottery pot, and said coldly and indifferently, "She felt that it was too hard to live in this world, so she boiled a medicine and fell asleep."

Jiang Ting was stunned, and an indescribable feeling of distress surged in her heart. She thought she had a chance to meet a time-traveling senior. I didn't expect it to be like this...

"I'm sorry, magic doctor." Jiang Ting sincerely apologized: "Please be sorry for the change."

"I've been dead for decades, and I don't remember it for a long time." The old magic doctor suddenly pulled the charcoal at the bottom of the furnace to put out the fire, stood up and leaned down, and looked back at Jiang Ting: "Please follow me. I'll draw the appearance of that thing. See if you can understand it."

The old magic doctor is a good painter, and he drew a simple distiller in a few strokes. Although Jiang Ting had already forgotten the structure of the distiller, she still had a little impression after watching the old magic doctor draw the picture. However, the old magic doctor drew only the external outline, but the structure inside was completely absent.

"Look, this thing looks like an uncovered wine pot outside, but I don't know what's inside. I let people make similar iron pots, but I can't steam wine. The old magic doctor looked at the things in his hand with a tangled face and muttered, "In the past, every time she steamed wine, she only let me see the fire. So I don't know exactly how she did it. There must be other organs in that pot, but she has never opened it in front of me. Alas, you said that at least I was her apprentice and her mantle heir. Why did she be so careful not to pass that pot to me? The person who abandoned her is not me. Why doesn't she believe me? You have to smash that pot..."

Jiang Ting coughed gently and interrupted the old magic doctor's broken thoughts.

The old magic doctor seemed to be distracted when drawing pictures and didn't realize what he had said. Now when she saw Jiang Ting's unnatural face, she immediately woke up. Fortunately, when he was old, his skin became thicker. The old magic doctor rolled up the dried drawings and handed them to Jiang Ting and said, "Since the imperial concubine knows alcohol and knows that alcohol can be made by distillation, I think you should understand the principle. This drawing is for you. Please think about what the things on this picture are like in your spare time. If you remember, please let me know. Thank you very much."

Jiang Tingqiang resisted the unnaturalness on her face and took over the drawings with both hands. She completely regarded herself as temporarily deaf and didn't hear a word. Jiang Ting thinks it's better not to ask more about the master who is likely to be the predecessor of the old magic doctor. Although the old magic doctor's words are very thought-provoking, she has no time to be curious about other people's affairs now. Moreover, the time-traveling senior finally chose to commit suicide, which was really shocking. Jiang Ting doesn't want to hear the sad story.

After getting the drawings, Jiang Ting pondered on the picture when she was free every day. Not to mention, after several days of continuous thinking, after not knowing how many brain cells she wanted to die, she finally began to have a whole set of impressions about the internal structure of the distiller.

Of course, some of those so-called impressions may have been in her memory; but in fact, she designed more according to her knowledge of ** heating and evaporation, steam condensation, and then referring to the volatile characteristics of alcohol.

However, for Jiang Ting, don't care whether those structures are in memory or what she came up with. She has to try something before she knows whether it can be used or not. She didn't want to produce pure alcohol. All she wants is a medicinal alcohol that is concentrated enough to sterilize.

After a lot of effort, Jiang Ting finally drew out the profile of the distiller she designed. She also named the design drawing [Jiang's distiller]. Then, she found that what she had drawn seemed to be very different from the things on the old magic doctor's drawings. However, she can't take care of so much. Whether the thing is useful or not, you have to try it before you know.

Jiang Ting asked people to take the drawings to the blacksmith's shop to customize. I have to say that the skilled craftsmen in ancient times were really powerful, but in two days, they made a sample of [Jiang's distiller] according to the drawings.

According to Jiang Ting's requirements, the sample is not large. It is divided into two parts. There is an oval-like lid with a concave bottom and a large belly convex bottle at the bottom. After the two parts are stuck together, the whole is like a wine pot without a lid. However, this wine jar looks a little ugly, fat up and down and thin in the middle, and a long mouth of the pot leaning down...

"Tinger, this thing is a little ugly." Liu Yao frowned and looked at the "wine pot" in Jiang Ting's hand and couldn't help complaining, "If you really use such an ugly thing to make a bar?"

Jiang Ting's excitement was poured with a ladle of cold water by Liu Yao. She glanced at him angrily and ran away with her [Jiang's distiller] in her arms. Humph, after steaming the medicinal alcohol, come to settle accounts with him!