Lu Fang walked in.

The accessories needed for the distiller are actually very simple, just a steamer and a condenser.

The structure is not too complex.

The difficulty is that Lu Fang himself does not have this skill.

You can only find someone to do it for you.

The temperature in the blacksmith shop was very high. There were two blacksmiths working hard, sweating profusely.

The sound of forging iron is tinkling, tinkling, and it is quite rhythmic.

Lu Fang asked: "Can you make customized ironware?"

The jingle stopped.

The older blacksmith, whose arms were full of pimples, wiped the sweat from his face and asked: "Customized ironware? What kind of ironware do you want? If it is too difficult, our small shop may not be able to make it."

Lu Fang said: "Let me draw it for you. It's not difficult."

"Disciple, go find some paper and pen."

The old blacksmith said to the young blacksmith who was probably just an adult.

The little blacksmith agreed and ran to the back of the shop.

He came out again, holding pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand.

Lu Fang spread it directly on the tea table and started drawing.

A round cauldron with a large iron lid that fits tightly. There is a vertical tube on top of the lid, and a small lid on the tube.

The top of the lid is oval, like a plate.

This is where the water is put, and it is the simplest condenser.

Then draw a long tube next to the lid.

Also add the dimensions.

The chart of Lu's still was published.

The young blacksmith looked at it blankly, "What is this that you want to make?"

Lu Fang said: "You don't need to ask."

He pointed to a few places on the drawing and said, "It's definitely impossible for you to build them all. You can build these places separately. As long as they can be connected when the time comes. Can you do it?"

The middle-aged blacksmith looked at it carefully, pondered for a moment and then nodded, "It can be done."

Lu Fang nodded, "Then do it quickly. I won't short your money. How much is the deposit?"

The young blacksmith said: "It's done in just two taels."

Blacksmithing is not a rare profession these days, and you earn little.

Lu Fang took out two taels of silver and put it on the table, "How long will it take to prepare it?"

The young blacksmith said: "It will probably take half a month..."

Lu Fang thought about it, and estimated that He Xuquan wouldn't be able to sell wine for half a month. He nodded and said, "Okay."
Chapter completed!