The height of the wine in the measuring cup rose inch by inch, and the alcohol content gradually decreased and leveled off, from over 70 degrees containing impurities at the beginning to over 60 degrees.
As it gradually comes to an end, the taste gradually rises to over 70 degrees, which is full of fusel alcohol.
My seventh cousin is an expert at cutting off the head and tail and leaving the middle.
However, three hundred kilograms of sorghum is really too much. The distiller at home comes with a pot, which is not big enough, so it needs to be steamed slowly in portions.
No one just sat there waiting. It was rare that there were so many people in the kitchen, so Uncle Seven simply peeled and steamed the pumpkins that had not been cleaned up in the morning (at Qiao Qiao's strong request, he also left a few steamed pumpkins for the kids), then kneaded the dough, made pumpkin pancakes, and even made pumpkin buns!
Everyone was led around by him and time passed very quickly.
The aroma of wine and the sweet scent of pumpkin mixed together in the air, making people feel even more dizzy... At least Song Tan felt his cheeks were a little hot.
Looking at Qiao Qiao again, his eyes were sparkling, and his snow-white skin was red like clouds. He seemed to be a little slower than before, and everything he said had to be loaded...
On the contrary, her mother and grandmother seemed to be fine at the moment. After smelling it for a long time, they could even smell the strong and mellow aroma...
As Uncle Qi took the measuring cup and took a deep sniff, the live broadcast room gradually became quiet.
"Can I drink it?" Song Bacheng couldn't help but ask.
“By then, we will produce more wine, but the taste will be worse.”
Professor Song thought: Great!
"The phone needs to be charged!"
Thank God, the bad anchor will go on air as soon as he has time.
Xiaojia's coldness towards alcohol finally faded a little.
He has a bad and hateful smile, but he charges slowly!
Is this true
And the 800 kilograms of sorghum and rice husks have been stored in the cellar for a month, and now a total of 178 kilograms of wine has been produced!
It's possible! It's absolutely possible!
You really, crying! The anchor only made up for two hours and exceeded the time limit by 35 minutes
It's possible... Hey? The host's family is watching!
"Yes."
"That's fine!" The cousin was even more efficient. He picked up an empty mineral water barrel that had been prepared long ago and poured the water directly out.
It's possible! I don't have you outside my heart!
Xiao Jia's excitement aroused by the wine lasted for half a day, and he gradually became tired. At that time, the only people guarding outside the kitchen were Qi Lin, except for his cousin.
Before he could finish his words, Qiao Qiao interrupted him loudly: "Teacher, that wine is so fragrant, it must taste bad - can he hold back and drink the leftovers before he finishes two kilograms?"
After a while, he could not help but say, "Then the next time we brew, the sorghum is not that scarce, so we only store it in the cellar for a month. Next year, when there is less grain, we can't store it in the cellar for a longer time."
No way, you mean... I forgot about you again...
One hundred and seventy kilograms of wine were filled to the brim outside the jar. A cousin shouted, "Professor Song, are they packaging the wine now?"
However, Lu Qing just stood there and looked at the time again: "It's already two hours... Oops! It's 1% now!"
not to mention…
The young man had never made his own wine before, so he came over quickly and asked blankly: "Is there anything else I need to do?"
So, that was not the first words that everyone in the live broadcast room heard that time.
White-skinned sister, look here! You saw your comment! Brothers, please speak!
!
After a while - very short, but definitely a while, Qi Lin said "Oh", then put down the watch in his hand and walked over.
Barrage: …
Because the cousin sighed again: "There is only sorghum this year, so let's make a sauce-flavored wine first. When we grow less grain next year, we can make a strong-flavored one."
Slow charging Slow charging Slow charging
"Some say it must be buried in the ground. So you can go online and buy him a big jar, and put the wine in the jar after he finishes drinking it, and put it outside the house or room?"
With the live broadcast, something seems to have changed. The mobile phone holder is even left in its original place, but no one pays attention to it.
A cousin looked at the alcohol content and said, "63 degrees, that's too strong, we need to steam it again."
It's disgust, it's disgust!
"A ten-liter bucket is enough to hold ten kilograms. That's it, so don't be disgusted by it!"
My cheeks were red, and my eyes and my brain cooperated to accurately avoid all the comments. I only focused my eyes on the battery and then chuckled:
Oh my god, it smells so good now, how can it get any worse
By the morning, everything was finally steamed!
By the time they had finished lunch, the pigs ate pumpkin skin mixed with wheat bran, the other two ate steamed pumpkin, the chickens and ducks ate the sliced pumpkin, and Xiaobai, as the captain of the ducks, even got a piece...
Lu Qing looked at the row of 500ml mineral water bottles beside him and couldn't help laughing: "Bad teacher." Outside the kitchen, Yan Ran glanced at the screen of his mobile phone: "Qi Lin, his mobile phone has a battery reminder."
By the time the re-steaming starts, it will be almost seven o'clock.
At this moment, I was concentrating on my barrel of wine. I turned around and urged Qiao Qiao: "Da Qi, hurry up and buy you a jar."
Ah, his phone is charged! Why is he smiling at you
Until a few bullet comments floated across the live broadcast room:
It’s not that I’m not excited, it’s just that I’ve been excited for so long that I’m really tired.
The wine rippled and was scooped up, and the aroma became even more obvious. If Professor Song was thick-skinned enough, he would have drooled at that moment.
—Just a little bit, just enough to keep us going on the job and keep an eye on the distillation.
The guys all looked at me with admiration and expectation.
After Secretary Dazhu returns from the meeting, we have to sign the contract for the river beach - after that, it will take a few days to go through the procedures outside the village, but it can't be delayed any longer.
But Song Tan muttered—
After all, the river beach is connected to the hillside, and there is no flat and steep slope yet! We have to clean it up together.
Next year! Next year! Everything will be next year! To put it bluntly, there are still too many people on the land!
Anyway, given the situation, we had to stay there until the New Year.
Damn it! This cold-blooded anchor refused to even look at us!
Professor Song was obviously not very determined. I wanted to try the wine, but was attracted by the worse taste. At this moment, he said firmly: "You should try it first..."
Who would use a power bank to stream live in those days? He is more professional!
You know, before it was stored in the cellar, it would be difficult to dig out such a small jar.
…
My cousin explained: "It's still a little strong when it's just steamed. If you want the best taste, you have to cellar it for at least half a year or a year."
So he quickly changed his words: "Give yours out first!"