After finishing her meal, Lu Qiqi put down her chopsticks and took a sip of the freshly brewed tea.

The tea was fragrant and much better than the tea that Zeng had given her.

Her eyes lit up as she asked, "Second Brother, where did this tea come from?"

Li Changlong realized what was happening and said, "This is tea that I brought back from General Feng's residence on Monday. He's been staying up late to read lately, and he drinks this tea when he feels sleepy."

The tea brought back from the Feng family was either from Feng Yu'er or Feng Zijun; it was a gift from either of them.

She could imagine what it would be like to study late into the night on Mondays, but, "Studying at night hurts your eyes, second brother, you should advise me to be more careful in the future. If you become too learned and your eyes are damaged, it will be very inconvenient for you to move around."

Although there are yaks available now, they are obtained with the help of external forces, and they are expensive and not easy to find.

"Okay," Li Changlong agreed.

Lu Qiqi thought for a moment but still couldn't help asking, "Second brother, are you really not planning to go to school with Zhou Yi?"

Li Changlong scratched the back of his head with his right hand, looking embarrassed. "I know you mean well, but I get sleepy when I see thick books. And the teachers are full of classical Chinese phrases, which I can't understand."

"I'm just a farmer, and I'll have to go back to farming in the future. Qiqi, please don't make things difficult for your second brother."

Having said that, Lu Qiqi couldn't say anything more. Li Changlong really couldn't concentrate on his studies, and she couldn't very well hold his shoulders and force him to sit at his desk and read.

Given this, the choice between reading books and distilling alcohol in a winery is essentially a direct and implicit choice between the two.

Lu Qiqi then told Li Changlong about the distillery.

"That's wonderful!"

Upon hearing this, Li Changlong slapped his thigh in delight. He had been worried that Lu Qiqi would spend all day at Feng's residence on Monday, leaving him alone in the room every day, which was incredibly boring.

But after the excitement subsided and he calmed down, he realized that he had been too happy too soon.

Distillation?

Purifying alcohol?

He had seen Lu Qiqi operate it once, but so much time had passed that he had long forgotten most of it.

Thinking about this, he began to have some trouble.

"Um, Qiqi." Since it was a discussion, Li Changlong's tone softened and relaxed. "Second brother seems to have forgotten something. I don't know if he can do it well. Maybe we shouldn't go."

"I'm afraid that won't work. I've already promised the head steward."

With just one sentence, Lu Qiqi cut off Li Changlong's retreat route.

Actually, it wouldn't have had a big impact if Li Changlong didn't go to the distillery. The distillery has her manuscripts, and as long as he studies them carefully, he can get the hang of it quickly.

She did this to give Li Changlong a chance to grow vegetables. He had previously taught villagers in Tianping Village how to grow vegetables with ease, which was simply due to his years of experience and strong self-confidence.

Sending him to the Cloud Edge Winery this time, where he'll be holding manuscripts he can't understand, will likely increase his thirst for knowledge.

After all, Zhou Yi is now focused on her studies, and isn't she suffering from being illiterate?

Li Changlong, of course, was unaware of her thoughts, and agreed with a mixture of joy and worry, "Alright then, I'll go to Yunbian Winery tomorrow."

The matter was settled, and Lu Qiqi knew she had to return to the military camp, but she didn't see him come back on Monday.

Since the three of them were in the same place, she would always have a chance to leave the military camp again.

Before leaving, Lu Qiqi took out two silver ingots and handed them to Li Changlong.

One ingot of silver is fifty taels, and two ingots of silver together are one hundred taels.

Seeing this, Li Changlong quickly waved his hand to refuse, "Qiqi, there's no need to give me any more money. I have enough money on me, and I still have quite a bit left from the money I gave you before."

Back in Tianxin Village, Lu Qiqi had given him fifty taels of silver. He spent some money on buying things before coming to the border town, and also spent some money renting this house.

Even so, he still had more than thirty taels of silver left, which was hardly enough for him.

Lu Qiqi didn't say much, and directly stuffed the silver into Li Changlong's hand. "I don't know when I'll be able to leave the military camp. If I need money urgently, I can't possibly trouble the Feng family again."

Upon hearing this, Li Changlong accepted the silver without hesitation, smiling and saying, "I will definitely keep it safe."

Lu Qiqi glanced at his coarse clothes and said, "The nice clothes I bought for you before, change into them tomorrow. These days, many people judge a book by its cover, so don't let yourself look shy."

Just like when you first enter the workplace, you will buy a set of clothes. This is not only a matter of appearance, but also a way to boost the job seeker's confidence.

Lu Qiqi had even thought of such a small thing for him, and Li Changlong immediately felt that he had to do even better tomorrow and not let his sister down.

After leaving the courtyard, Lu Qiqi mounted her horse and headed straight for the military camp.

As she entered the military camp and was about to lead her horse to the horse-feeding camp, she saw Ren Yuan and Doctor Zhao running towards her.

The two ran so fast they were out of breath that Lu Qiqi guessed something big must have happened in the army.

The two men ran up to her and stopped. Ren Yuan took a couple of deep breaths and said, "Princess, the anesthetic you asked me to distribute is all used up. People from Ximen have come to collect it, and I can't give you any more."

Immediately, Lu Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, was finally at ease.

She still had a lot of the anesthetic made from hallucinogenic liquid left in her space. It had all been processed with spiritual spring water and was several times more potent than before.

She looked at the sweat beading on the foreheads of the two people in front of her and said, "I still have some in my tent. I'll go back and get them."

Upon hearing this, the two exchanged a glance. It was good that there was still some left. They had learned all too well how effective this green, grass-sap-like anesthetic was these past few days.

Without this anesthetic, the suturing technique alone would probably not be able to achieve the same effect as it does now in treating wounded soldiers.

"That's great," Doctor Zhao said, taking the reins and leading the horse as he walked. "I'm going to the horse-feeding camp. Ren Yuan, you go with the village chief to get the medicine."

Having said that, he led his horse away without looking back.

Lu Qiqi walked ahead empty-handed, with Ren Yuan following a step behind her.

Suddenly, Lu Qiqi stopped in her tracks.

Ren Yuan was also taken aback and hurriedly braked, otherwise he would have collided with her.

Puzzled as to why she had suddenly stopped, he asked, "Village head, what's wrong?"

A thought flashed through Lu Qiqi's mind, and she suddenly turned around to look at Ren Yuan, "I took out quite a lot of anesthetic before. Given the extent of Ximen's injuries, he simply wouldn't need so much anesthetic."

She distributed these anesthetics in equal amounts to each doctor, so even if someone ran out, there would still be some left.

The dosage of anesthetic seemed far too high, giving her a bad feeling.

Upon hearing that Ximen was short of anesthetic, Ren Yuan's first thought was how to find it as soon as possible, and that's why he immediately went to find Lu Qiqi.

But after her reminder, I realized that there did seem to be some doubts.

He knew better than anyone how many bottles of anesthetic had been distributed, as he oversaw the number of doctors and the amount of medication distributed.

Thinking of this, Ren Yuan seemed to have discovered some secret, "Does the village head suspect...?"

The anesthetic was embezzled or flowed to places they didn't know about.

Ren Yuan naturally didn't say the second half of his sentence, because someone was walking towards them.