When he and Yong'an arrived at the foot of the mountain, they split up and walked in two ways. Yong'an continued to squat at the door of Fu's house to inquire about the news. Hua Xiaogu gave him a tael of silver, saying it was for personal use.
Yongan didn't want it at first, but then Hua Xiaogu insisted, so he accepted it.
Hua Xiaogu walked to the city street by himself, struggling as he walked.
Although last night, she told Yongan that she was confident enough to make her own wine, but now that she thought about it, she no longer had such confidence.
Now this is ancient times, and there are no modern instruments that are very convenient. The temperature cannot be kept constant, and there is no koji for seeding. If you want to make a koji ready-made, it really depends on the right time, place, people and luck.
Wine is actually the starch in grain, which is saccharified and fermented by yeast to form wine.
For things like yeast, in ancient times when everything was needed and nothing was available, where was she going to get it?
Hua Xiaogu frowned and walked on the road, kicking pebbles.
"Let's go to Hua's house and have a look first. Although it has been more than four years since the last time I made music. If there is still some distilled yeast left, it has lost its activity..." Hua Xiaogu muttered to himself.
Then he walked back to Hua's house: "But even if you can find something that can make music, it's still good."
After beating around the bush, Hua Xiaogu returned to the Hua family's small house, found out the key and walked in.
The yard was still as deserted as before. Hua Xiaogu searched around in the small yard and found a lot of utensils.
She couldn't carry the big items by herself, so she planned to call Yong'an later and they would move them together. For the small items, she stuffed them all into a bag and planned to take them away.
There was no food at home, so of course there was no need for raw materials for making music. Seeing that he couldn't find anything anymore, Hua Xiaogu was about to leave the yard.
Just as he was about to step out of the courtyard, the two trees at the door accidentally caught Hua Xiaogu's eyes.
These two trees, one tall and one short, looked particularly lush and green since it was late spring.
"A laurel tree and an orange tree, it would be auspicious to plant them at the entrance of the yard." Hua Xiaogu muttered this casually, and then a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind.
Take the leaves of cinnamon, tangerine, bamboo, and bean, and give them two qian each.
Take one piece of polygonum rice and mix it with five pieces...
This sentence flashed in Hua Xiaogu's mind, and then he paused.
Countless words in my mind seemed to be flying in Hua Xiaogu's mind like fireflies in the dark night.
This is...a hundred wine order!
Hua Xiaogu let go of the baggage in his hand in shock, and was completely stunned.
A fragment of memory, like a yellowed scroll, slowly unfolded in Hua Xiaogu's mind.
The little flower bone was held by the honest man, and he reached out to pick leaves from the tree at the door. While picking, he sang this ancient song with his father.
It turns out that Hua Xiaogu’s father has already taught Hua Xiaogu all the cooking methods of distiller’s yeast that have been passed down by the Hua family for hundreds of years!
Hua Xiaogu swallowed a sip of saliva, then looked at the two trees dreamily. Finally, following his thoughts, he muttered the entire song.
"Take the leaves of cinnamon, orange, bamboo, and bean, and give them two coins each.
Mix one part of Polygonum rice with five parts, mix with chopped grass and soak in warm water.
When the Qi rises, take it and knead it into pills, spread the medicine in the basket, and seal the vagina.
