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In the evening, Ji's father picked up Ji Mo and walked together, while Guo Yuan went back with his eldest brother who worked in the winery, and the two parted ways halfway.

"Well, what have you learned?"

Father Ji walked with Ji Mo in his arms, and he still carried the smell of the winery, as if the steam hadn't disappeared, and it would still permeate as he walked.

Ji Mo put one hand on the back of his neck, and talked about what he learned today: "I heard the legend of Yidi's wine making, and the senior brother told us... I also watched the wine making process and learned a few ingredients. "

The legend of Yidi making wine doesn't sound like the one I'm familiar with, shouldn't it be Du Kang? "How to relieve worries, only Du Kang", it seems that the originator of wine making is Du Kang, the kind of patriarch, but in this world, is it Yidi?

Yidi made wine and offered it to the gods. The gods drank it and thought it was beautiful, but they ordered it to be banned. , From the current large-scale brewing of wine, we know that this "abstinence from self-examination" is useless.

Father Ji had heard of this legend before, but he was not very interested. Hearing his son tell it again, he felt different again.

"This is really learned. Go back and tell your mother and let her listen too. Hey, my son speaks really well!" Father Ji said while shaking Ji Mo who was sitting on his arm.

Ji Mo snorted twice, shouldn't the focus be on the latter?He also thought that if Father Ji asked about the specific ingredients and recipes, would it be bad for him to hesitate before refusing the other party? If he told it directly, would it be bad for the senior brother or master to know about it? How could he have thought that this would turn his worries into "thinking too much". I really don't know whether it is luck or misfortune.

"You and that Guo family kid both worshiped a master?"

Father Ji asked this question, but his tone was somewhat affirmative.

The winery is very big. On this day, the father and son did not meet each other, but the news is still circulating. If you inquire carefully, you can still hear a thing or two.

Realizing Ji's father's concern for him again, Ji Mo smiled: "Well, we are all a master."

"Then study hard, you must learn better than him, you know?" Father Ji urged, Ji Mo nodded, thinking that this is to win?I heard Father Ji say the next sentence, "If you don't study as well as him, then it will be a disadvantage to take advantage of it. We can't serve as a foil for them."

Is this a secret rivalry between the two?

There are also people who have become relatives and compare each other, Ji Mo nodded to express his understanding.

After returning home, Ji Mo told Mother Ji the legend of Yidi making wine after dinner as promised. Mother Ji looked at her son with a full face of approval: "Not bad, not bad, I learned something just now, behave well, I will also be a brewer in the future, I heard that the brewer is very powerful, even the management depends on their face."

"It's not that exaggerated, that is, the superiors like their wine, or else..." Father Ji snorted coldly, he doesn't like to hear about those "powerful" people, it's good that he is so contented and happy now .

I don’t make progress, and I don’t like to watch others make progress.

Ji Mo was a little helpless. With Father Ji's temperament, he couldn't say such things in front of him in the future.

From the second day onwards, Du Kun's small class became more standardized, and Du Mei was asked to come over and give guidance. Du Kun was still speaking, and Du Mei also listened to it for a while, then pointed to Guo Yuan and Ji Mo, Let them each answer a question about the ingredients.

Du Kun’s prescription is relatively simple, such as how much rice, beans, corn, glutinous rice, flowers and fruits of various colors, how much distiller’s grains, distiller’s koji, and distiller’s mother should be added, and how much water, etc. It does not involve the category of medicinal wine, it is simply the level of brewing wine.

Du Mei first pointed to Guo Yuan and asked, "How can I get a jar of clear wine?"

"Chengjiu?" Guo Yuan was dumbfounded. He scratched his head and looked at Du Mei, then at Du Kun beside Du Mei, and at Ji Mo for the last time, as if he wanted to find the answer from the faces of the three of them. In the end, Ji Mo gave him a blank expression. Is Chengjiu sake?

The ingredients Du Kun mentioned yesterday are five kinds of ingredients, one kind of flower wine is chrysanthemum wine, one kind of fruit wine is jujube wine, and the other three are yellow rice wine, millet wine, and sorghum wine.

Sorghum is sorghum rice. If you don’t know what kind of rice it is, then you can probably imagine what the red rice is like when you change it to sorghum rice.

Switching to this question, if it is not one of the three kinds of rice wine that can be called Chengjiu, then it is Du Mei, the master, deliberately embarrassing the child. Ji Mo looked at Du Kun and saw the helpless smile on the corner of the other's mouth , tends to be a combination of both.

"Humph." Du Mei's half-downcast eyes seemed to have not seen Guo Yuan, who was unable to answer the question, and his face was flushed. He waved his hand, and then ordered Ji Mo: "How to make yellow rice wine?"

Ji Mo breathed a sigh of relief this time, recalling what Du Kun said yesterday, he calmed down and said: "One bucket of music, one bucket of rice, two stones, three times of throwing, the first time throwing rice Three dou, one night, five dou of rice, another night, one stone of rice, and three dou of rice in another night. The rice is as soft as usual, if it is edible, take it cold.”

"Hmph, accept it, what's next? How long will it take? It's not true, it's a sensationalist."

Du Mei was directly criticizing, and it was not easy to learn this without taking into account the children at all. His tone was so severe that Guo Yuan, who was hit almost to the point of tears just now, looked good at this moment. The eyes that looked over were full of sympathy. He obviously felt that Ji Mo was worse than himself. He said so much and was scolded so much. After comparing, he got a word, which was considered a reward.

"Teach well, no matter what they look like, each one is better than the other."

After Ji Mo finished talking, seeing the other party's obedient and uneducated appearance while listening to the training, it seemed that it was not easy to beat him any more. Du Mei turned his target to Du Kun, and the storm shifted its direction. Ji Mo looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

When Du Mei finished criticizing, he let out another cold snort. Seeing that he left with his hands behind his back, he seemed to be somewhat complacent.

Du Kun took it for granted, his complexion didn't even change. When he came back to explain it to them, he first mentioned the concept of Chengjiu. Chengjiu is clear wine. In fact, it is rice wine whose main ingredient is rice. It was mentioned yesterday. Yes, the difference is that if you want to obtain sake, you must pound the rice very finely, and then wash the rice more than 30 times until it is very clean to get sake, otherwise the color will be heavy and cloudy.

In the production process, there are still many points, such as steaming the rice to soften and distilling twice, heating and stirring evenly, and finally the clear liquid squeezed out is sake, that is, clarified wine.

"So it's millet wine!"

Guo Yuan curled his lips and insisted on using a name he didn’t know or be familiar with. He just felt very wronged that he couldn’t answer. Although, in fact, he didn’t really remember what the millet wine was made of, but at least he could There is a "millet"!

Children will not cover up, everything is written on the face.

Du Kun looked at it and smiled: "Master is like this. He likes to compare people. How polite it is to make wine. You will know in the future. Let's not go far. If you make Sanhu wheat koji this year, the two of you can be children in Tsing Yi." , can also be counted as people from our courtyard."

"Sanhu wheat koji, is it also distiller's koji?" Ji Mo's heart moved when he heard it. It seems that none of the nearby villages make this kind of koji. So, is this considered a high-end official large-scale wine koji?

"What does the boy in Tsing Yi do?" Guo Yuan was full of curiosity.

Du Kun smiled mysteriously: "You will find out later, there are still two months."

Ji Mo did some calculations, now it's May, two months, that is to say, July?

"Eldest brother, you should tell me first, otherwise I won't be able to settle down, like a cat scratching."

When Guo Yuan said these words, there was a small appearance covering his chest with his hands. At first glance, he seemed to have learned from a certain woman, just like Xizi holding her heart, but this Xizi is a little fatter and a little smaller. In addition, he was a little more curious, his eyes were wide open, and he wished to send some glances to soften his heart, so that the other party would let go of his mouth and say it directly.

Du Kun was very steady, he was neither amused by his small appearance, nor obsessed with this kind of topic, and directly talked about the ingredients and recipes of Sanhu wheat koji.

"Take one dendrobium of steamed, fried, and raw wheat. The steamed wheat is ready to eat, and the fried wheat is yellow and not burnt. The raw wheat is fine, finely ground and blended..."

Hearing that Du Kun had already started to speak, Guo Yuan didn't play tricks any more. He drooped his brows and eyes, and sat there obediently listening to the lecture, with a motionless appearance that seemed quite serious.

Ji Mo didn't care to look at him, and listened intently to Du Kun's narration. The language can still be heard, but whether he understands it is another matter. Yes, what you can comprehend is limited, so you have to be serious.

It took about an hour to finish a class, and when Du Kun stopped talking, Guo Yuan and Ji Mo both rushed to the toilet at the same time, and it took a long time.

"It's a good thing I didn't drink much water in the morning, whoops, my butt is flattened from sitting."

There is no cubicle in the latrine, and when Ji Mo looked up, he saw Guo Yuan rubbing his butt, seemingly genuinely, as if he was really worried about it.

He came out of the latrine holding his breath, followed by Guo Yuan, and complained: "What are you doing so fast? Elder Brother said, let's take a rest."

"I'm going to see those brewing tools, will you go?"

Ji Mo didn't look at those big guys very much yesterday, and now he is going to take a closer look, one is curious, and the other is to study carefully whether there is room for improvement of these tools.

In fact, there are similarities and differences between brewing wine and casting swords. You don’t know whether the brewing is good or bad until the end. For example, Chengjiu, Du Kun once said that “rice is sweeter than wine”. If you don’t grasp the degree, the next thing to do is Repairing, but some can be repaired, such as adding rice and adding koji, and some can't. If it is useless, it is useless. For example, the wine that Father Ji usually brings home is said to be from the winery, which is why they take it back for nothing. drink.

Some are sour, no different from vinegar, and some are more soy-colored, which reminds Ji Mo of brewing soy sauce, which is also brewed. If the proportion of beans in the raw materials is also high, then it is really possible to be careless Brewed soy sauce?

He is not sure, he has never heard of news about this, but there are rumors that the wine is not good and sour like vinegar. The eldest sister Ji Juhua once said that whoever in the village uses the method of brewing wine to make vinegar, Yueyue They are all sold in the market, and they sell well.

Sweet wine is of course better. These days, it’s not easy to eat sugar. There’s no brown sugar or white sugar. The source of sweetness is mainly nectar from beets. Honey is also picked, but it’s more expensive, and it’s not home-cooked. It’s sweet. The wine is very well received, and it is specially made into a category of sweet wine, whether it is made from rice or flower or fruit, as long as it has that faint sweet taste.

Generally speaking, there are already many types of wine at this time, whether it is in terms of taste, brewing raw materials, or brewing methods, there are many kinds. Ji Mo has nothing to do with a new kind of wine If you have confidence, you want to work hard in other areas. If you can promote it, get acclaimed, and play a certain brand, you may not be famous for thousands of years.

"What's so good about that, it's not all wood and stone."

To sum it up, Guo Yuan looked completely uninterested, thought of the "child in Tsing Yi", told Ji Mo, and went to inquire.

He is not afraid of life, and he is talkative, he can chat with anyone, the most terrible thing is that he often catches a person and doesn't let go when he chats, and he doesn't leave until he enjoys it. Ji Mo looked at Guo Yuan's Looking at the back, thinking of the one being targeted by the other party, he will say something in the end, so he is ready to sit and wait for the news.

At noon, the two of them ate in the courtyard with a group of brothers and sisters. The amount of rice was enough. A basket of noodle cakes could be as high as a hill, and they were golden on the table. Of course there is no meat in the soup, but there are some oil flakes floating in it, and it smells quite fragrant, as if some spices for stewing meat have been added.

Breaking off the cake and soaking it in the soup, and eating a bowl of pickles in a daze, it was really enjoyable.

Guo Yuan and Ji Mo, who ate noodles yesterday, haven't realized it yet. Sitting among a group of big men eating such a big bowl of soup cakes today, they are so hot that their heads are sweating.

Guo Yuan and Ji Mo also wore short jackets today. They were not issued by the wine shop, but they were added to their clothes after they went back and told the adults. Once the outer shirts were taken off, they became miniature versions of their seniors. , instantly integrated into the collective.

The sun was shining at noon, and the yard was even hotter. After putting down their rice bowls, everyone could rest for a while. Guo Yuan and Ji Mo sat on the porch at the back of the yard, and Guo Yuan talked to Ji Mo about the little boy in Tsing Yi.

"In July, on Zhongyin Day, choose a child wearing green clothes to fetch twenty dendrobiums of water... If we children come to the reunion, adults can't interfere..."

Guo Yuan spoke with a bit of enthusiasm, and really wanted to play this role right away.

Yes, after Ji Mo listened to it, he felt that it was like some kind of ceremony, and they all played roles in it. The boy in Tsing Yi at the beginning may be a guiding role, and there will be five more people to play the role of "King of Music" in the end. Put the finished koji cakes somewhere, and then it’s the adult’s business. The big steward of the winery has to show up, pretend to be the master, and have to chant some blessings, worship some gods and so on.