Chapter 87: The Wine Fairy Product

Meet other people's requirements is Chen Wanrong's virtue. Chen Wanrong naturally will not do anything that is inconsistent with everyone's expectations, so he ordered: "Rise the fire."

Xiao Zhizhong had long been squatting in front of the stove, grabbed Chai He in his hand, looked at Chen Wanrong, and waited for this sentence, happily responding: "Okay!" He threw Chai He in a hurry.

Raising fire is something that is so common in daily life that it is no longer ordinary. However, unexpected things happened at this moment. Gao Qing Tai and Ma Zhizhong not only squatted down, but also stretched their necks long and looked at the stove hole without a moment, as if there were strange things in the usual stove hole.

Wang Shaohua had injuries on his body, and it was inconvenient to squat down, so he stared at them and started to set fire. I could imagine that if he had not been injured on his body, he would have done the same thing as Ma Gao and others, and he would have attacked Xiao Zhizhong.

Their actions were too unexpected. Chen Wanrong couldn't help but smile, Zheng Qing and Qing'e pursed their lips and smiled secretly.

You handful of firewood and I handful of it, the fire will rise extremely conveniently. In just a moment, the laughter of flames came out from the stove hole.

The fire is already very strong, and Ma Zhizhong still feels insignificant: "Master Xiao, go bigger."

Xiao Zhizhong spread his hands helplessly: "Ma Zhangkeeper, it can only be so big. If you add firewood, it will plug the stove hole and turn into a black stove, which will be slow."

This is common sense. Ma Zhizhong had no choice but to rub his hands and look at the pot. Gao Qingtai asked on his behalf: "Brother Chen, when will it take to get better?"

Except for Chen Wanrong, no one in the audience could make distilled wine, so Chen Wanrong had to explain to them: "This requires the water to boil and steam to come up, and the rice will be produced. Then it condenses and gets dry wine."

In one sentence, the process of making distilled liquor was explained, but the high-definition and the others could hear it, blinking their eyes and not knowing why.

Chen Wanrong knew that they could not understand, so he comforted them and said, "Don't hurry, you'll understand later." No matter how well he said it, it's not as good as the facts, and you will understand it naturally.

They couldn't even come in a hurry. Gao Ma and Wang Shaohua had to wait patiently, staring at the pottery, where could they move away.

It took a long time for a pot of water to boil. After waiting for a while, steam was sprayed out from the side of the pot. Gao Qingtai asked, "Brother Chen, is this going to be done soon? When I was cooking wine, as long as the water was opened, it would be done in a while."

He said that the wine was to prevent rancidness and facilitate the long-term preservation of the wine. There was no special requirement, just boil it in boiling water for a while.

When making distilled liquor, steam is just a heating medium, and it is just the beginning. Chen Wanrong had to explain again: "This is just the beginning, and it will be better to wait until there is no wine here." He pointed to the outlet of the condenser.

Ma Zhizhong asked a very professional question: "Brother Chen, how should I know there is no alcohol?"

"You can try it." Chen Wanrong's answer was very simple, but it was very practical. There was another way, that is, the flow rate would decrease after the wine was gone, and you could tell at a glance.

Ma Zhizhong patted his forehead and said a few times, looking like he suddenly realized.

Just as they were talking, Xiao Zhizhong and several of their friends had already plugged the leak with a wet cloth.

As the water temperature increased, the steam became more and more intense, and steam continued to leak out at the junction. Xiao Zhizhong and his friends used wet cloth to stuff the east and west. After a long time of busy work, the problem was almost solved.

It is impossible to use the equipment used to make distilled liquor without leaking air. It is almost enough. There is no need to pursue the fact that there is nothing left. Chen Wanrong saw that it is almost done and asked them to stop.

The wine was already flowing out of the outlet of the condenser, as thin as threads, as clear as water, flowing into the wine jar drop by drop. Looking at the wine, Chen Wanrong's eyes shone, dipped his index finger a little, put it in his mouth and sipped it. It was as strong as a knife and as spicy as fire. It was so comfortable. I had never tasted such a delicious taste since I came to the Tang Dynasty.

Chen Wanrong originally thought that he would not have the opportunity to taste strong wine when he came to the Tang Dynasty, but he did not expect that after his own efforts, the opportunity would be reproduced. This feeling of losing and regaining is really beyond the description of the pen and ink. He is particularly friendly and extremely excited, and he twitches his mouth and has endless charm.

Seeing Chen Wanrong's enjoyment, Ma Zhizhong couldn't help it anymore, his eyes widened and asked, "Brother Chen, is it so delicious?"

"That's it! If you don't believe it, try it!" Chen Wanrong blurted out without thinking.

Ma Zhizhong said, "Then I'll taste it." He dipped his hands a little, put them in his mouth and pursed his lips. His lips opened so hard that he couldn't help but suck the cold air: "Is this wine? It's like a knife, which makes my tongue uncomfortable."

He had drunk low-alcohol wine for a lifetime, and when he tasted this dry wine, it felt no different from cutting his tongue with a knife, and it would not work either to scream.

Gao Qingtai originally stretched out his index finger and wanted to dip it in a bit to taste it. After hearing what he said, he quickly retracted his fingers, looked at Ma Zhizhong in surprise, and asked, "Old Ma, is it okay?"

"Lao Gao, where did you say that? Such a delicious wine is sweet, mellow and charming, and I have the first time I taste it!" What Ma Zhizhong said was enough to make people confused, and he picked up a scoop and went to the exit to receive the wine.

While receiving the wine, he smiled and said, "This wine is so delicious, I want to taste it well!" Looking at his appearance, he would not give up without drinking it.

Dry wine is like a ball of fire for those who are used to drinking high-altitude wine. It feels like a ball of fire when the mouth is burned, making the mouth, tongue, and throat uncomfortable. When the intensity passes, it is sweet and delicious, making it difficult for people to give up. Ma Zhizhong is naturally reluctant to give up on such a delicious wine in his first life. If he doesn’t taste it carefully, can he let it go?

Gao Qingtai didn't even know what he said, and he raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion: "Lao Ma, what's wrong with you today? He said it inconsistently."

"I'm very clear, but you don't understand." Ma Zhizhong criticized the high-definition sensation, and gave him a suggestion: "You can understand if you taste it a little."

Gao Dean was still confused, Ma Zhizhong patted his chest and said, "Old Gao, I still want to give it a gift if I give it!"

He heard him speak very seriously, and the high-definition Thai was skeptical, and he drank a little, and put it into his mouth to taste. First, he complained like Ma Zhizhong, sucked cold air, and then he looked surprised and praised him repeatedly, saying to Ma Zhizhong: "Old Ma, take more, I want to taste it too! Taste it well!"

Wang Shaohua, Xiao Zhizhong, and a few friends were unwilling to fall behind and tasted it one after another. After the savor, it was sweet and delicious, and it was hard to give up. A piece of praise sounded.

Zheng Qing stared at Jiuxi, blinking her eyes, eager to try, but she didn't dare. She had poured this high-level wine, and she still remembered it freshly. She wanted to taste it and satisfy her curiosity, but when she thought of that embarrassing thing, she was a little timid.

Chen Wanrong whispered in her ear: "Qing, just taste less. Don't be too much, and there will be nothing wrong."

With the encouragement of his sweetheart, Zheng Qing took the courage to stretch out her jade fingers like spring bamboo shoots, dipped them a little, and tasted them. She frowned at first, then praised them, and whispered in Chen Wanrong's ear: "Brother Chen, you really have it. This wine tastes so good. If it is put on the market, the wine lovers will definitely be rushing."

That's natural, otherwise how could there be so many people in modern society who are good old wine? Chen Wanrong smiled and said, "Not now, it has to be used for other purposes."

Now it is to make alcohol, not to change the drinking style of the Tang Dynasty. Zheng Qing nodded gently, expressed her praise, and had a spring breeze-like smile.

After receiving almost half a bowl, Ma Zhizhong was satisfied and picked up the wine bowl and wanted to drink it. Chen Wanrong grabbed it and reminded him: "Brother Ma, you want to drink this wine, I won't stop you. However, you must be careful not to drink too hard, otherwise you will faint from drunk."

Ma Zhizhong didn't know how powerful he was to drink, so he didn't care. He smiled and said, "Brother Chen, just say it clearly, can I faint from this little wine? My brother has no other skills, but he has a little ability to drink. He dare not say it if he doesn't get drunk for a thousand cups, and it's no problem to have a few pounds."

If you can drink a few pounds of dry wine, you will be a wine fairy.

Chen Wanrong gave him a kindness, but gave him a message. He was really depressed and said seriously: "Brother Ma, I'm telling the truth."

Ma Zhizhong also answered seriously: "Brother didn't tell any lies! If you don't believe it, you can ask Lao Gao."

He took a small sip at his mouth, and first took a small sip, clicking his mouth, looking intoxicated. Ma Zhizhong was amazed: "It's so beautiful! I've never been so beautiful! Lao Gao, we have been drinking all these years in vain!"

Looking at his satisfaction, Gao Qingtai really wanted to grab the piao and take a sip. After Ma Zhizhongmei passed, she took a big sip and praised: "It's great!" Before she finished speaking, her body shaking and couldn't stand, and she was about to fall. Gao Qingtai and Xiao Zhizhong were so panicked that they hurriedly supported him.

After opening his mouth wide, Ma Zhizhong couldn't get back for a long time. After a while of old, he said: "I'm not drinking wine, I'm drinking a knife!"

The degree of dry wine is too high. Not to mention him, even those who are used to drinking high-altitude wine will faint. He just screamed and did not fall down. It was already very good.

Gao Qingtai complained: "Old Ma, Brother Chen didn't say that, I want you to drink less, but if you don't listen, you are asking for trouble."

"So beautiful!" Ma Zhizhong praised again. His face was blushing better than the cockscomb, his neck was red, his eyes were as bright as lanterns, and he was full of drunkenness.

He complained and praised, and the change was faster than reading books. Gao Qingtai was surprised. If he hadn't taken care of his face, he would have really wanted to scold him.

Chen Wanrong moved a chair and asked Ma Zhizhong to sit down. Ma Zhizhong was soaked with dry wine, and he was dizzy and couldn't stand. He was not polite and sat down and leaned on the chair, smacking his tongue.

"Don't drink too much, taste less." Chen Wanrong saw that they were both admiring the beauty of "living immortals" in Ma Zhizhong, and were also frightened by his pain, so he had to speak to wake them up.

Fear ultimately defeated curiosity. Gao Qingtai took the scoop, tasted a small sip, and handed it to Wang Shaohua. Wang Shaohua tasted it, handed it to Xiao Zhizhong, and Xiao Zhizhong tasted it to the servant. With Ma Zhizhong's previous lesson, no one dared to drink it hard anymore.

When everyone finished their taste, there was a sound of praise and a smacking voice.

Zheng Qing and Qing'e naturally would not share the same scoop with them, and they didn't taste it. They were surprised to see their beautiful appearance.

After tasting the wine, everyone gathered in a group and stared at the exit. After a while, more wines were exported, from the original thin line to the size of a chopstick. After a while, a little finger was the size of a wine jar, making a rustling sound.

There are only two things to do now. One is to be optimistic about the fire, and the other is to do a good job of condensation. When raising the fire, you only need to throw away firewood. When condensation, you only need to ensure the cooling water, and there is no difficulty at all.

Xiao Zhizhong is an experienced winemaker. Looking at the flowing wine, he asked strangely: "Boss, why is this wine so clear? It's not a little turbid?"

The wine brewed according to the Tang Dynasty method was very turbid and had to be filtered with cloth. This problem is actually very simple. It is done using the principle that alcohol is lower than water's boiling point.

The boiling point of alcohol is 78.3 degrees, while the temperature of water vapor is about 100 degrees. As soon as the water vapor comes up, the sugar, starch and protein in rice will decompose rapidly under the action of the wine koji to form alcohol. The boiling point of alcohol will evaporate and overflow, and after being heat exchanged by the condenser, it will turn into a liquid again.

This question is not a problem for modern people, but it is indeed a bit difficult for the Tang people to understand. It is because Xiao Zhizhong asked this question.

He has no knowledge of distillation, and Chen Wanrong cannot explain according to strict chemical principles: "In the past, when brewing wine, you had to grind the rice and mix it with wine koji. The wine made with rice flour is filtered before you can drink it. Now this method is used to use whole rice, and the wine and rice grains will be separated and not mixed together, so it is clear and will not be turbid."

This statement only involves phenomena and does not talk about principles. However, Xiao Zhizhong could understand it and nodded and said, "So that's it, so that's it!"

Time was lost in people's expectations. After a long time, the outflow of wine gradually decreased until it returned to the size of a chopstick. Chen Wanrong said, "Okay!"

Everyone's tense nerves relaxed and let out a long sigh. Xiao Zhizhong frowned and said, "Boss, you have to wait and get out. It's so hot now."

When you withdraw now, steam will burn people. This is a good solution based on the actual situation. Chen Wanrong rejected his proposal: "Just withdraw now, and you have to do it again after you withdraw. Just add a few buckets of water to the pot."

Adding a few buckets of cold water will reduce the temperature in the pot and not take the time to lose work. Xiao Zhizhong praised it repeatedly and asked someone to bring cold water, remove part of the wet cloth that was stuffed into the crack, and pour the cold water into the pot. The cold water flows into the pot, and the temperature drops, so there will be much less steam.

After adding a few barrels of cold water in a row, Xiao Zhizhong stopped. Chen Wanrong and Ma Gao and the other two had already moved the wine jar aside. Ma Gao and the other two were anxious and naturally wanted to help.

Gao Qingtai looked at the wine jar and asked, "Brother Chen, is that okay?"

Chen Wanrong shook his head and said, "No. Now this wine is helpful for disinfection, but it has not achieved the best effect. I will adjust it again to make it work."

The best sterilization effect of alcohol is between 70% and 75%. Solids outside this range are helpful to wounds, but their effects have been greatly reduced.

Therefore, Chen Wanrong decided to adjust the concentration to this range. The Tang Dynasty had no measuring equipment and could not measure its concentration. It was not that there was no way, but Chen Wanrong was already confident.

Ma Zhizhong didn't know much about alcohol and didn't care much about confrontation. According to him, as long as Chen Wanrong said it was a good thing. In contrast, he was more concerned about the issue of quantity, and immediately took over the conversation and said, "Do more, do more!"

Gao Dean also had this idea and kept nodding.

First remove the condenser tube, and then remove the kettle above. Xiao Zhizhong looked into the kettle and saw that the rice that was originally full of grains has now become very soft. He pinched it with his hands and seemed to be pinching it on an empty shell. He said in surprise: "There is such a big change!" In his impression, after the rice was steamed, it was still full. If you change like this, you will naturally be surprised if you see it for the first time in your life.

The sugar, starch and protein in the rice have been broken down into alcohol, and the essence has been lost, so naturally there is only an empty shell left. This is nothing strange.

Even though he was surprised, Xiao Zhizhong asked the guy to pour cold water into the pot. Although the temperature in the pot has dropped, the temperature in the pot is still very high. If you move the lees of the wine, you can't stand it. Adding cold water is a wonderful way.

After two buckets of cold water were put down, the lees were no longer hot, so they started to clean them. After a busy day, they finished cleaning the lees. Chen Wanrong walked to the stove and saw that there was too much water in the pot, so he asked them to scoop out some.

After the scooping was done, before Chen Wanrong gave the order, the guys put the round wooden boards back on, then spread the linen cloth, put the kettle on, and put the rice in it.

Ma Zhizhong, high-definition Tai was extremely excited and was willing to be a wine worker, helping to help, pouring rice and serving, and was very busy. Wang Shaohua looked at the busyness of the two and was jealous. If it weren't for the injury, he would have joined in.

Until the reinstallation and debugging the condenser, Chen Laoshi and Wang Zhongze rushed over in panting. Chen Laoshi held the funnel-shaped tool Chen Wanrong wanted in his hand and shouted from afar: "Wanrong, are we late?"

All done once, do you think you are late?
Chapter completed!