The two of them talked all the way and then returned to their small shack. The first thing Hua Xiaogu did when he returned here was to open his own jar containing the fermenting koji from the pile of leaves.
The distiller's yeast in the jar has now grown a layer of mycelium. Hua Xiaogu carefully observed the growth of these mycelium, and then determined that it was almost time, so he cut these moldy pancake-shaped semi-finished products into pieces.
One piece was carefully laid on the mat beside it.
The remaining work is to dry the koji for three days, turning it once a day, until the koji is dry and formed, and then the next step is to bake it over a high fire.
Once the koji is made, the rest will be much easier.
The remaining sweet potatoes have almost been dried into dried sweet potatoes. Once these wine koji are successful, we can almost start making sweet potato wine.
Yong'an didn't know how to compose music, so he just watched Hua Xiaogu working around and was a little curious. He lit a fire and looked at Hua Xiaogu.
"How long until I can drink the sweet potato wine you made?"
"Why are you in a hurry? It's still early."
"Tsk, how long ago?"
"Judging from the current weather, it will take half a month to complete these songs, plus another half month to make sweet potato wine. If you want to drink fresh sweet potato wine, it will probably take at least more than a month.
Woolen cloth."
Yongan pouted: "It takes so long, it's really troublesome."
Hua Xiaogu suddenly laughed: "Is this trouble? This is just ordinary sweet potato wine. If you want to drink good wine, don't you have to store it for more than five or six years?"
Speaking of this, Yong'an became proud again: "By the way, I have been drinking good wine for twenty years!"
Hua Xiaogu's eyes widened in surprise: "Twenty years of wine? Where did you drink it?"
Yong'an raised his head, shook his head and said: "Mo Lao Restaurant, under the sycamore tree! Let me tell you, his restaurant has a lot of wines that are more than 20 years old!"
Hua Xiaogu was startled, then thought about it, reached out and poked Yongan: "You don't... just go to drink secretly, right?"
Yongan rolled his eyes at Hua Xiaogu and did not answer.
Hua Xiaogu felt that it was not good, so after thinking about it, he told Yongan: "If you really drank secretly, don't do it again in the future."
"Why, Mo Laojiu secretly hid the wine and I took a few sips secretly."
"That's not what I mean..." Hua Xiaogu moved closer to Yong'an: "Didn't you say that the sycamore tree in his home was planted when his daughter was born? Then the one buried under the sycamore tree was probably his
My daughter’s daughter is red. But you said that his daughter has passed away a long time ago, and this daughter’s red has long been folded into a flower sculpture. Let’s not talk about how important these flower sculptures are to Mo Laojiu. This flower sculpture... is not very auspicious, you
Stop drinking secretly."
Yong'an still didn't understand. He blinked and turned around to ask, "What do you mean? You should explain it clearly!"
"Oh, you are so stupid! Don't you know what Nv'er Hong is? That's when a restaurant owner gave birth to a daughter, so they carved auspicious patterns on the wine jar and poured the best wine of the year into it. When the daughter was one month old,
It was buried under the tree! The reason why Nürhong is called Nürhong is because the wine had to be buried for more than fifteen years. It was dug out and drank when the daughter of the family got married! But if the daughter died before getting married,
If this daughter is popular, she can only be called Huadiao, and she will never become popular again."
Yongan was so frightened that he opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a moment.
Hua Xiaogu gave the silly Yongan a white look: "I have hidden the Huadiao for more than 20 years, and you secretly drank it. Tell me, if Mo Laojiu finds out, do you want to beat you to death?"
