"I will brew even better wine!" Zhang Xiaoying said emphatically, "I don't take on things I'm not sure of."
Although she was not fond of drinking, she had seen the wines of Daliang at Fengyue Restaurant.
But in brewing wine, she also held another trump card.
She planned to make alcohol, the kind used for medical disinfection.
However, for the time being, she did not want anyone to know, so she needed to use the brewery as a cover.
Once she could produce disinfectant alcohol, especially for use in the medical field during the era of cold weapons, the importance of disinfecting wounds could not be overstated.
Even Yu Yang was unaware of this.
"Then Master, is there anything you need us to do?" Pei Zhaolin volunteered, "I can help Master find a good brewing master."
"We don't need a brewing master, but later on, I'll need your help to find someone to make a few sets of special equipment for me. My contacts are limited; I'm counting on you," Zhang Xiaoying said. "Can you help?"
