Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 597 597. Wine is out!

  The height of the liquor in the measuring cup rises inch by inch, and the alcohol content gradually decreases and calms down. From the beginning with impurities in the 70s, it gradually tends to the 60s.

   At the end of the day, it gradually rises to more than 70 degrees full of fusel alcohols.

   Pinch the head and remove the tail to leave the middle, Seventh Cousin is a proficient hand.

  However, three hundred catties of sorghum is too much. The still at home is matched with the pot, and it is not that big, so it needs to be steamed slowly one by one.

Everyone didn't wait for this time. It's rare that there are so many people in the kitchen. Grandpa Qi simply peeled and steamed the pumpkins that were not cleaned up in the morning (at Qiao Qiao's strong request, he also left some for Bao'er. a few steamed pumpkins), then knead the dough, directly knead the pumpkin pie, and make pumpkin buns!

  Everyone was led around by him, and the time passed very quickly.

  In the air, the aroma of wine and the sweetness of pumpkin mixed together, making people dizzy... At least Song Tan felt his cheeks were getting hot.

  Looking at Qiao Qiao again, his eyes are shining brightly, his snow-white skin is as red as clouds, his whole person seems to be a little slower than before, he needs to load everything...

   Instead, it was her mother and grandma, at the moment, as if nothing happened, after smelling it for a long time, they can still talk about the punch and softness of the fragrance...

  While Seventh Cousin took a measuring cup and took a deep sniff, the live broadcast room gradually became quiet.

   It’s not that I’m not excited, but I’m really tired after being excited for so long.

  Damn it! No matter what, this ruthless anchor would not even look at them!

   Until a few bullet screens drifted across the live broadcast room:

  【Thank God, anyway, the anchor doesn't have time to download it】

  【I'm really crying to death! The host not only made up two hours, but also exceeded the time limit by 35 minutes]

  【Is it possible, I mean...he has forgotten us again...】

【impossible! There is no such possibility! 】

【impossible! He has me in his heart! 】

  【Impossible...Huh? The anchor family is here! 】

  【Dark-skinned sister, look here! Did she see my barrage! Brothers speak! ! 】

  In the kitchen, Yan Ran glanced at the phone screen: "Qiao Qiao, your phone is out of battery to remind you."

   After a while—it was very short, but there was indeed a gap before Qiao Qiao let out an "oh" before putting down the sorghum in his hand and walking over.

  His cheeks were flushed, his eyes cooperated with his brain, and he accurately avoided all the barrage, only focusing his eyes on the side of the battery, and then giggled:

   "The phone is dying!"

Barrage:…

  【Ah, ah, the phone is dead, you charge it! Why are you smiling at me! 】

  【The smile is so cute, ah, ah, but charge up quickly! 】

  【Who doesn’t plug in a power bank for live streaming these days, anchor! Be professional! 】

  【Quick charge, fast charge, fast—】

  However, Qiao Qiao just stood there and looked at the time again: "Two hours is enough... oops! Now it's 1%!"

  So, this is the last words that everyone in the live broadcast room heard this time.

  …

  Without the live broadcast, it seems that nothing has changed. The mobile phone holder is even left in place, but no one is paying attention.

  Because the seventh cousin sighed again: "This year there is only sorghum, let's brew a sauce-flavored one first, and when there are more grains planted next year, let's brew a strong-flavored one."

   After a while, he couldn't help but said: "This time, there is only so much sorghum for brewing this time, so we only cellared for a month. When there is more grain next year, we can cellar for a little longer."

   "Although there will be less wine, the taste will be better."

  My god, it smells so good now, how can it be better then?

   Everyone looked at him with admiration and expectation.

  But Song Tan muttered—

  Next year! next year! Everything has to be next year! To put it bluntly, there are still few lands and few people!

  When Xiao Zhu came back from the meeting this time, he said that he had to sign the Hetan contract. He had to go through the procedures in the village for a few days before, so there should be no further delay.

   After all, the river beach is connected to the hillside, and there is still a gentle slope! This time I have to clean it up in one piece.

   After lunch, pigs ate pumpkin rind mixed with wheat bran, several treasures ate steamed pumpkin, chickens and ducks ate sliced ​​pumpkin pieces, Dabai even got a piece of pumpkin as the captain of the duck...

   Everyone's enthusiasm for drinks finally subsided a little bit.

  —Just a little bit, it can only keep them working at hand, and stop staring at the distillation.

   Waited until the afternoon, and finally all steamed!

   And the 300 catties of sorghum and rice husks are particularly promising. After a month of cellaring, a total of 143 catties of wine has been produced now!

   "Can I drink it?" Song Sancheng couldn't help asking.

"cannot."

  The seventh cousin looked at the alcohol content: "63 degrees, it's too strong, I have to steam it again."

   When the re-steaming is over, it will be five o'clock soon.

  The excitement caused by the wine lasted for a long time, and everyone gradually became tired. At this moment, except for Seventh Cousin, only Qiao Qiao was left guarding the kitchen.

  One hundred and twenty catties of wine was filled to the brim, and Seventh Cousin yelled, "Professor Song, are you dispensing this wine now?"

  Why not?

   Everyone has never been in contact with home-brewed wine, so they rushed over and asked blankly: "Is there anything else I need to do?"

   Seventh Cousin explained: "The strength of steaming is still a bit strong. If you want the best taste, you have to cellar for at least half a year."

  Professor Song was obviously hesitant. He wanted to try this wine, but he was attracted by the better taste. At this moment he hesitated: "Then I will pretend to be two..."

  Before he finished speaking, Qi Lin interrupted in a low voice: "Teacher, this wine is so fragrant, the taste is absolutely indistinguishable—after you finish drinking two catties, can you resist drinking the rest?"

   You know, after storing in the cellar, it is not easy to dig up such a big jar.

not to mention…

   "I didn't say that it must be buried in the ground. Otherwise, I'll buy you a small jar online, and you can put it in the jar if you can't finish it, and put it in your home or in your room?"

  Anyway, according to the situation, they have to stay here until the Chinese New Year.

  Professor Song thought: wonderful!

  So he quickly changed his words: "Split mine first!"

   "That's fine!" Seventh Cousin was even more agile, and brought over an empty bucket of mineral water that he had prepared earlier, and poured it directly into it.

   "A ten-liter barrel is enough for ten catties. Anyway, that's it. Don't be disgusted!"

   Don't dislike it, don't dislike it!

  The wine was rippling and scooped up, and the aroma was even more obvious. If Professor Song wasn't thick-skinned enough, his saliva would be drooling by now.

  At this moment, he was concentrating on his barrel of wine, turned his head and urged Qi Lin: "Xiao Qi, hurry up and buy me a jar."

  Qi Lin looked at a row of 500ml mineral water bottles on the side, and couldn't help laughing at the moment: "Good teacher."

   In the afternoon, I was sleepy in front of the document, and then I slept in the afternoon. Waking up at this moment and gnashing my teeth to write! ! There will definitely be more updates today, for sure!

  (end of this chapter)