Chapter 597 597. Drinks are out!
The height of the wine in the measuring cup rises inch by inch, and the alcohol content gradually becomes lower and gentler. From the initial level of more than 70 degrees containing impurities, it gradually approaches more than 60 degrees.
At the end, it gradually rises to more than 70 degrees, which is full of fusel alcohols.
Pinch off the head, remove the tail and leave the middle. The seventh cousin is an expert.
However, three hundred kilograms of sorghum is too much. The distiller at home comes with a pot and is not that big, so it needs to be steamed slowly one by one.
At this time, no one was waiting around. It was rare that there were so many people in the kitchen. The seventh cousin simply peeled and steamed the pumpkins that he had not finished cleaning up in the morning (at Qiaoqiao's strong request, he also left some for the treasures. Several steamed pumpkins), then knead the dough, directly knead the pumpkin cakes, and make pumpkin steamed buns!
Everyone was moved around under his command, and time passed very quickly.
In the air, the aroma of wine and the sweet aroma of pumpkin mixed together, making people more and more dizzy... At least Song Tan felt that her cheeks were a little warm.
Looking at Qiao Qiao again, his eyes were sparkling, and his snow-white skin was as red as clouds. His whole person seemed a little slower than before, and everything he said had to be loaded...
On the contrary, her mother and grandma are acting like normal people at this moment. After smelling it for a long time, they can still tell the punch and softness of the fragrance...
While the seventh cousin was holding the measuring cup and sniffing deeply, the live broadcast room gradually became quiet.
It’s not that I’m not excited, I’ve been excited for so long and I’m really tired.
Damn it! This ruthless anchor refused to look at them no matter what!
Until a few barrages floated across the live broadcast room:
【Thank God, at least the anchor doesn't have the time to go off the air as soon as the time is up】
【I really cried to death! The anchor not only made up for two hours, but also exceeded the time limit by 35 minutes]
【Is it possible, I mean...he has forgotten us again...】
【impossible! This is absolutely impossible! 】
【impossible! He has me in his heart! 】
【Impossible...eh? The host’s family came to watch! 】
【Dark-skinned sister, look over! Did she see my barrage? Brothers, speak! ! 】
In the kitchen, Yan Ran glanced at the screen of her mobile phone: "Qiaoqiao, there is a reminder that your mobile phone is out of battery."
After a while—a short but definite interval, Qiaoqiao said "Oh", then put down the sorghum in his hand and walked over.
His cheeks were rosy, and his eyes cooperated with his brain to avoid all the barrages accurately. He only focused his eyes on the battery end, and then chuckled:
“The phone is going to run out of battery!”
Barrage:…
【Ah ah ah, your phone is out of battery, please charge it! Why are you smiling at me! 】
【The smile is so cute, but please charge it quickly! 】
【Who is broadcasting live these days without plugging in a power bank? Anchor! Be more professional! 】
【Fast charging, fast charging, fast—】
However, Qiaoqiao just stood and looked at the time again: "It's enough for two hours... Oops! It's 1% now!"
So, these were the last words that everyone in the live broadcast room heard this time.
…
Without the live broadcast, nothing seems to have changed. The mobile phone holder is even left in place, but no one is paying attention to it.
Because the seventh cousin sighed again: "This year there is only sorghum, let's brew a sauce-flavored one first, and when more grain is grown next year, we will brew a strong-flavored one."
“Although there will be less wine produced by then, the taste will be better.”
Oh 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 done next year! To put it bluntly, there is still less land and fewer people!
When Party Secretary Xiao Zhu comes back from the meeting this time, he has to sign the contract for the river beach - he had to go through the procedures in the village for several days before, so he can't delay it any longer.
After all, the river beach is connected to the hillside, and there is a gentle slope! This time we have to pack it all together.
By the time they had finished their meal at noon, the pigs ate pumpkin peels mixed with wheat bran, several treasures ate steamed pumpkins, the chickens and ducks ate peeled pumpkin chunks, and Dabai, as the duck captain, even got a piece...
Everybody’s enthusiasm for drinks finally subsided a little.
—Just a little, just enough to keep them engaged in the work at hand and no longer looking at distillation.
By the afternoon, they were all steamed!
And these three hundred kilograms of sorghum and rice husks have been kept alive for a month, and now they have produced one hundred and forty-three kilograms of wine!
"Can I drink it?" Song Sancheng couldn't help but ask.
"cannot."
Cousin Seven looked at the alcohol content: "It's 63 degrees. This is too strong. It needs to be steamed again."
By the time the re-steaming is over, it will be almost five o'clock.
Everyone's excitement aroused by the wine lasted for most of the day, and they gradually became exhausted. At this time, except for the seventh cousin, only Qiao Qiao was left guarding the kitchen.
One hundred and twenty kilograms of wine was filled to the brim. The seventh cousin shouted: "Professor Song, are you going to pour out this wine now?"
What if not?
Everyone has never been exposed to home brewing, so they quickly came over and asked blankly: "Does anything else need to be done?"
The seventh cousin explained: "It's still a bit strong when it's just steamed. If you want the best taste, you have to cellar it for at least half a year."
Professor Song was obviously hesitant. He wanted to try the wine, but was attracted by the better taste. At this moment, he hesitated and said: "Then I'll pretend first..."
Before he finished speaking, Qi Lin interrupted in a low voice: "Teacher, this wine is so fragrant, the taste is definitely the same - after you drink two kilograms, can you resist drinking the rest?"
You should know that after being stored in a cellar, it will not be easy to dig out such a big jar again.
not to mention…
“I didn’t say it had to be buried in the ground. How about I go online and buy you a small jar? If you can’t finish it, you put it in the jar and put it in your home or room?”
At any rate, according to the situation, they have to stay here until the Chinese New Year.
Professor Song thought: Wonderful!
So he quickly changed his words: "Let mine be separated first!"
"That's okay!" The seventh cousin was even more neat, and he picked up an empty bucket of mineral water that he had prepared earlier and poured it directly into it.
“A ten-liter bucket is enough to weigh ten kilograms, that’s it anyway, don’t dislike it!”
Don’t dislike it, don’t dislike it!
The wine rippled and was scooped up, and the aroma was even more obvious. If Professor Song hadn't been thick-skinned enough, he would have drooled at this moment.
At this moment, he was staring at his barrel of wine with all his attention. He turned around and urged Qi Lin: "Xiao Qi, hurry up and buy me a jar."
Qi Lin looked at a row of 500 ml mineral water bottles on the side and couldn't help but laugh: "Good teacher."
I felt sleepy while looking at the document in the afternoon, and then slept through the afternoon. Now I wake up and gnash my teeth to write! ! There will definitely be an update today, for sure!
(End of this chapter)