An alcohol still is quite simple. Water is heated with a fire, and then the steam is used to heat the low-alcohol spirit. The alcohol in the liquid evaporates first due to the lower evaporation temperature. The alcohol vapor then condenses into a liquid, which is high-alcohol content, as it passes through a condenser in the water. Continuous distillation in this cycle yields even higher alcohol concentrations.

When Qin Mo took out the alcohol, which couldn't be increased any further, Uncle Lin and the other old men could no longer hide their drooling. If it weren't for his status as the heir apparent, they would have already started fighting and snatching it.

Seeing their envious looks, Qin Mo had no choice but to pour each of them a cup to satisfy their cravings. This stuff was such a waste of food; perhaps further improvements to the still would be a viable solution.

"Cough cough... cough cough..." A violent cough interrupted Qin Mo's thoughts. Several old men had tears streaming down their faces and snot running down their noses. If it weren't for their ruddy complexions, they would have been mistaken for a group of consumptives.

"Did you think I didn't see your disgusted looks when I poured you drinks? You just want me to be stingy, don't you? I'm not going to tell you how strong this liquor is, or I'll choke you guys who have such bad intentions in your hearts." Qin Mo's pent-up malice was fully satisfied.

"Uncles and elders, the main purpose of this alcohol is not for drinking, but for disinfection. It's used to wipe wounds before bandaging or suturing them to prevent redness, swelling, and suppuration. Its second purpose is to keep warm, but that only depletes your energy; you'll feel even colder once the effects wear off."

"Good wine...good wine." The group of old fogies didn't hear what Qin Mo was saying at all. They were all veterans of the battlefield, a bunch of alcoholics who loved strong liquor. Nothing was more important than good wine. Their eyes were shining as they stared at the barrel of liquor in Qin Mo's hand.

“Uncle Lin, during the Northern Expedition, this alcohol was reserved for military use and could not be used indiscriminately. We are currently short of resources, and this alcohol consumes too much grain. We cannot allow our drinking to affect the livelihood of our people.”

The group of old men remained silent, offering a silent protest—this was the first time such a situation had occurred. Previously, no matter how Qin Mo tinkered with this or that, they had always supported her without question. But this time, they all looked at Qin Mo with resentful expressions, appearing as pitiful as a wronged wife.

"Okay, one bucket a month, you can distribute it yourselves, but you have to dilute it with water before you drink it, otherwise it will harm your health."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, it's just one cup each time, it won't interfere with your important matters. Hehehe!" The group of family retainers chuckled slyly, and Uncle Lin even subtly took the wine barrel from Qin Mo's hand. His movements were so natural and smooth that Qin Mo wondered if Uncle Lin had often taken wine from his father, Qin Lan, in the past?

"Tomorrow, gather a few of the bravest veterans, preferably veteran medics, and I will give them specific instructions on how to treat their wounds."

Qin Mo watched helplessly as the group of drunkards whispered amongst themselves, doubting how long this barrel of wine could survive.