Chapter 1347 The one I used today has never been contaminated with farmers
Chapter 1347 The one I used today has definitely not been contaminated with farmyard manure (please subscribe and vote)
Cheng Chubi wanted to start digging at first, but later he considered that the cost would be too high. The important issue was.
Cheng Chubi was very worried about what he would do if the cave dwelling collapsed during the excavation. Fortunately, he suddenly thought of a town leader who had visited the distillery of Maotai Distillery and showed it off proudly.
The old wine kilns of Moutai Distillery were built with stones and then covered with thick yellow mud inside.
He also talked about the topic that was most talked about by the staff of Moutai Distillery at that time.
That is when the respected Prime Minister once wanted to build a new winery and even dug out the yellow mud from the old winery.
As a result, he still couldn't produce the taste of Chinese wine, so Cheng Chubi changed his approach.
The stone trough is also made of stone bricks, and the yellow mud dug in Shunzhou to remove impurities is used to seal it to prevent wine from seeping out.
Cheng Chubi took a step forward and touched the yellow mud on the cement cover. Well, it was very moist and slippery.
"Don't worry, Cheng Changshi. Every month, I will bring my disciples over to check. I am worried that there is something wrong with the sealing mud."
"Fortunately, this cave dwelling has abundant water vapor, and the sealing mud has always remained moist."
Cheng Chubi nodded with satisfaction. At this time, Zhe Guang next to him took a deep breath.
I couldn't help but mutter in a low voice. "It's true, there are nearly ten thousand kilograms of fine wine hidden here, but I can't even smell the slightest bit of wine."
This old man named Zhedu, who is still Zheguang's great-uncle, said with a smile while stroking his long beard.
"That's because the sealing work was done well. Otherwise, all these fine wines would have evaporated long ago."
"Cheng Changshi, look..."
"Where are the tools for getting wine? Let them get it quickly." Cheng Chubi began to pull up his clothes and roll up his sleeves, preparing to get started himself.
"Okay Cheng Changshi, but how much do you want to take today?"
"Take three hundred catties."
"Three hundred pounds?!"
"Is there a problem?"
"No problem. Cheng Changshi, please wait a moment. I will ask them to get the bucket."
Someone quickly and carefully picked out a pair of large wooden barrels with lids, and handed one to Cheng Chubi...
It is a kind of ladle that is very common in the beautiful southwest countryside. For example, the farmer uncle will use it when applying farmyard manure.
It's just a small wooden barrel tied to a long bamboo pole. Of course, the one I'm using today is definitely not contaminated with farmyard manure.
First, someone carefully wiped away the wet mud, and then removed the oil paper sealing the perimeter of the cement board.
As soon as Cheng Chubi raised his hand, Cheng Fa and Cheng Da also jumped forward, and together with the workers of the brewery, they began to thread the hemp rope through the iron rings.
Then seven or eight people worked together, and the moment the cement board was lifted, a mellow aroma of wine appeared out of thin air, just like orchids blooming in the empty valley.
Then, Cheng Chubi took a deep breath. Well, his ears were filled with the sound of inhaling. Almost everyone took a deep breath in unison.
After Li Ke took a deep breath, his eyes widened and he swallowed Xingzi.
"It smells so good...Brother Chu Bi, I think this fragrance is different from the aroma of freshly steamed wine..."
Fang Jun stretched his neck hard, wishing he could plunge his head directly into the wine pool.
"Yes, yes, I also think the aroma of this wine makes people feel very comfortable. Brother Chu Bi, hurry up and let me have a taste first..."
These two guys were buzzing like two flies. Unhappily, Cheng Chubi almost wanted to pick up a manure spoon and use it as a fly swatter to swat them.
But considering this shit... Bah! This wine spoon is still new, and it looks unsightly with the blood of two flies on it.
Also worried about the large number of idle people waiting on the left and right, I could only give these two guys some face and said dryly.
"Your Highness, Fang Dianjun, please wait patiently aside. I will let you two enjoy the wine in a while."
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When the cement cover was finally lifted halfway, Cheng Chubi saw the wine in the pool rippling slightly by the candlelight.
The yellow mud in the pool did not dissolve into the wine, but perfectly covered the four walls and bottom. This made Cheng Chubi secretly relieved.
Then he took a deep breath of pleasure. Now the aroma of the wine has completely lost the smell that was initially evaporated to the nose.
Instead, it made people feel mellow. Cheng Chubi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, picked up the wine spoon, and began to scoop wine into the wooden barrel that had the lid opened.
As the transparent wine pours into the wooden barrel, beautiful hops as big as millet grains to sorghum grains appear in an instant.
According to Cheng Chubi's long-term experience in later generations, the presence of hops of nearly uniform size means that this is a good wine, not a low-quality wine mixed with messy things.
With one spoonful and a short effort, both barrels were filled, and two more barrels were brought over.
After the six large buckets, which can hold about fifty or sixty kilograms, were filled, two people carried them carefully on a pole and headed out.
And the cement cover was covered again, sealed with oil paper, and plastered tightly with yellow mud.
There are many such wine troughs inside, but there is no need to collect wine from each trough. After all, the first batch of wine will continue to be kiln for three years, and after three years, it will be packed into jars and continued to be stored in the kiln.
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When all six barrels of wine were carried to the largest room, everyone took deep breaths there.
There was a lot of chatter and discussion about this alluring aroma of wine.
However, at this time, the general leaders of the other three wineries continued to maintain an expression that was nothing more than that.
But the way they secretly inhaled frequently revealed their inner uneasiness.
After all, the aroma of this wine was much better than what they had smelled before, called the essence of wine that Cheng Changshi gave them.
And it also has a more mellow aroma than freshly steamed wine.
Cheng Chubi did not start it immediately, but instead had jars brought in. Each jar was small and could hold about ten kilograms of fine wine, and the outside of the jar was made of bamboo strips.
formed buffer layer.
This time, Cheng Chubi did not take action, but let the winery workers swallow their saliva and sort the wine there.
After a short while, the packed jar was carried to Cheng Chubi. Naturally, someone brought a jug and poured a pot of wine.
Then there were more than ten cups placed on a long table, and Cheng Chubi and others stood in front of the cups.
At this moment, Fang Jun, who had been extremely anxious just now, seemed to feel that he needed a sense of ceremony now.
He pursed his lips and carefully picked up the beautiful little wine glass. He took a deep sniff, then slowly raised his neck and let the wine go into his throat...