Chapter 307 Wine
“Mom, I’m going to the second master’s place, so I won’t have dinner at home.”
Before Zhang An went out, he told his old mother at home.
"Hmm, drink less when you go, it's still broad daylight."
Hearing that Zhang An was out drinking, Wang Fang warned him in the kitchen.
Obviously when Da Mingzi was talking to Zhang An just now, she heard it.
"Don't worry, Auntie. It's not easy for my brother An Zi to have one more sip."
Zhang An is famous for his drinking in the village. Can drink.
The other is to order until you finish, usually after a few sips.
But no one will persuade him to drink. If you want to persuade him, you must at least be prepared to lie down.
The two of them were walking in the snow, and the snow on the road was already a foot thick.
While walking on the road, you can still hear the sizzling sound of the snow on the ground.
As we walked along, we rarely saw traces of people walking out.
Even if there are marks on the road that have been stepped on, they will be covered again within two hours.
When we arrived at Mr. Huang’s house, the old man was busy working in the main room.
The wood-fired turkey in the countryside is authentic. Today, Mr. Huang specially lit up the fire pit in the main room in order to make this pot.
"Xiao An is here, come here and it will be fine soon."
Looking at Zhang An coming over, Mr. Huang pulled a stool for him and sat around the firepit.
Today we are eating firewood turkey. Naturally, it has to be eaten next to the firewood to taste it.
“Hey, I didn’t expect you, Second Master, to have such a skill. You are so clumsy on weekdays.”
At this time, there was a pot ring on the strong firewood, with a large iron pot on it.
There was a large iron pot of chicken inside, estimated to weigh seven or eight kilograms.
The chili oil at the bottom of the pot is mixed with blood-red chili peppers, and the chicken is stir-fried until the aroma comes out.
It makes people drool just by looking at it. The chicken is fried to a golden color, mixed with the flavors of garlic leaves, chives, ginger, etc. It is really appetizing.
When the chicken was almost cooked, Mr. Huang poured half a ladle of water into it.
The chicken cooked in this way is not only delicious, but also not burnt.
Wait until the pot boils and you can start eating.
“Hey, it’s a pity. If it didn’t snow today, I could still go to the street and buy a piece of tofu. Firewood, turkey and turkey tofu would be comfortable.”
Tofu is a versatile item in the village. Things, local chicken tofu, loach tofu and fish tofu.
The living conditions of the older generation were not good. At that time, tofu was considered a good dish.
Later, they got used to tofu, so now, they like to cook everything with tofu.
But I have to say that as long as the soup base is well made, the tofu tastes pretty good.
"Grandpa, if it doesn't snow today, we won't be able to eat this chicken. What's the use of buying tofu?"
Huang Ming was still reminding Mr. Huang, but Huang on the side The second grandma started to stare again.
Now the son, grandfather and grandson began to be quiet again, completely suppressed.
When the chicken in the iron pot was stewed, Mr. Huang took away the pot ring and replaced it with a table with a hole dug in the middle.
This thing looks like it is placed on the fire pit for eating, and the hole dug in the middle is used to put the pot.
The size and height are just right, and a table is indispensable for the fire in the fire pit.
Huang Ming also washed a basin of cabbage and coriander from the kitchen.
Cilantro is not coriander, but a kind of green vegetable.
But it's not very big, and its leaves are similar to ginkgo leaves.
Although it is a kind of green vegetable, it has a sweet taste when eaten in hot pot.
The cabbage in the pot is all leaves and has no stem.
Like Zhang An, Mr. Huang and his grandson only like to eat vegetable leaves and not dried vegetables.
In other words, these cabbages are grown by the family. If they were in the city, who would be willing to throw away the cabbages they bought with money.
In his last life, Zhang An didn't like eating vegetable sticks, but he even ate all the cabbage sticks that cost three yuan a pound.
There is nothing you can do, you will feel bad after spending money.
But it’s better in the countryside. It doesn’t cost anything to grow it at home, and there are still chickens and ducks. The remaining vegetable poles can be cut down to feed the chickens.
"Come, Anzi, try my wine. I have always drank yours, and now it's time to drink my old man's."
Before dinner, Mr. Huang hugged me He came out with a clay jar with some soil still attached to it.
"Oh? Second Master, what's so special about this wine?"
It's not easy to make Second Master Huang regard it as a treasure. Zhang An guessed that there is something special about this wine.
“It’s not that particular, it’s just that it was stored for a long time.”
Speaking of this wine, Mr. Huang had a proud look on his face.
“This is what we baked ourselves before and kept it in the cellar. At that time, Da Mingzi’s father was only a few years old.” It’s been ten years, old man, I almost forgot that this wine is still in the underground cellar.”
After decades of aging, this thing is probably not simple.
"Second Master, this wine has been buried underground for decades, are you sure you can really drink it? Otherwise, let's not take the risk."
Zhang Liquor's statement about cellar wine An has heard from many people, but this is the first time she has encountered cellared wine.
To be honest, he couldn't help but wonder if the wine had expired and whether he could still drink it.
Or will there be any problems if I drink it? The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so it won’t be good if something goes wrong by then.
"Hey, you don't understand this. Second Master, my wine is stored in a serious way. Do you think it is just buried in the ground casually?"
Huang Erye shook his head, found a bench to hold the wine jar, then picked up the chisel next to him and started knocking.
Zhang An thought it would take a long time to knock, but unexpectedly, he was knocked open by Mr. Huang after a few seconds.
“This is not a cement cover, right? Erye.”
If it were really a cement cover, it couldn’t be knocked off so easily.
"This is sealed with mud. Where to find cement in those days was unrealistic, but this mud is not ordinary mud, but glue."
Huang Erye put the mud After removing the cover and cleaning it, I started to open the plug below.
As soon as the cork was opened, a scent of wine came out of the jar.
Zhang An couldn't describe the fragrance, but it smelled better than any wine he had ever smelled before.
"I'm afraid this wine is extraordinary."
Even though Zhang An doesn't know much about wine, just by smelling the aroma of this wine, he knew it was not extraordinary.
This kind of wine will be hard to find in future generations, with a price but no market.
“It is indeed a bit unusual. The grain used to make this wine was our local blood rice.”
“The blood rice of that year was almost the highest quality I have ever seen in my life. Good rice also yields the largest harvest.”
“But later on, half of the rice at home was used to make this batch of wine, and the amount of wine produced was only a few jars, totaling more than forty kilograms.”< br>
“Second Grandma Er was arguing with me for more than a month over this matter.”
Speaking of this, Mr. Huang showed a look of nostalgia for the past on his face.
“You have the nerve to say it, seven or eight hundred kilograms of dry millet, even a big family can eat it for a whole year.” If you don’t tell me who you are talking about when you roast those jars of wine.”
Second Grandma Huang was already unhappy, but she became even more unkind when she mentioned this matter.
"Although I said that, I didn't let my family get hungry afterwards."
"That's true. If you don't roast wine, then use the ones you made in the mountains. We went to change the money, and our family will be much better off." "Okay, okay, these are old things. Besides, why are you talking about these two juniors?"
< br>Secretary Huang couldn’t defeat Second Grandma Huang, so he could only raise the white flag and surrender, using Zhang An and the others as an excuse.
Secretary Huang, probably for the sake of the two little ones, snorted and did not continue.
"No, Mr. Er, you roasted the seven or eight hundred kilograms of millet into forty or fifty kilograms of wine? Do you eat grain like that?"
Normally speaking, wine is made using ancient methods. If so, one hundred kilograms of rice would produce at least twenty or thirty kilograms of liquor.
The cost for Mr. Huang is seven or eight times higher.
“This wine eats food like this, but it is also because of this that it is not an ordinary wine. You will know it when you drink it.”
Mr. Huang lifted the jar and poured a bowl for Zhang An.
Huang Ming and Second Grandma Huang only got half a bowl, probably not even one tael.
Even the old man himself only lost two ounces.
Zhang An watched Mr. Huang hold it in for a long time and couldn't wait to pick up the bowl.
I want to try what the decades-old wine tastes like.
After taking a sip, Zhang An found that this wine was indeed extraordinary.
The taste is mellow, fragrant and has an endless aftertaste. Even at the end, there is a hint of sweetness left in the mouth.
Zhang An had never drunk such wine before, and this was the first time.
And there is another difference. After Zhang An took two sips, he found that the hot "qi" in his body became more active.
"How about Anzi, drink it up."
"It is indeed extraordinary. It should be said that it is not ordinary."
"And because this wine is roasted with our blood rice, it can replenish blood after drinking it."
"This? Still Can it have this effect? ”
Liquor can promote blood circulation, but it is an exaggeration to say that it can replenish blood.
Unless some blood-enhancing medicinal materials are added to it, it can achieve the blood-enriching effect.
But this is the first time Zhang An has heard that liquor can replenish blood.
"It does have this effect, and I have experienced it myself."
As he said that, Mr. Huang began to tell Zhang An and Huang Ming stories about the past. .
It turns out that Mr. Huang was not in good health when he was young. It was only after he saw a doctor that he found out he was anemic.
So I couldn’t do any farm work, so I learned the craft of making condoms.
It's just unexpected that he actually mastered this skill directly.
But even so, Mr. Huang's health is still not very good, and he has always relied on Mr. Huang's wife for farm work at home.
Until later, he exchanged a young deer with someone else for the recipe for making wine.
Later, he used the grain at home to make wine, and Mistress Huang had a long argument with him.
But no matter how much she scolded her, the wine had already been brewed and the food was gone, so Mistress Huang gave up.
As for Mr. Huang, he is a good drinker. He can't go to the ground on weekdays. He collects prey from the mountains and has a drink from time to time at home.
Until later, Mr. Huang found that he was no longer dizzy when he went to help work in the fields.
Finally after thinking about it, I realized that it was the wine.
As for Mr. Huang, he drank that jar of wine for half a year. After half a year, he was just like a normal person.
In the end, Mrs. Huang was worried and spent money to see a doctor, only to find that Mr. Huang's anemia had no effect.
So, one of the remaining two jars of wine was sold by Mr. Huang for more than 100 yuan to build this house.
The last jar was kept underground by Huang Erye, which is the jar they drank from today.
Later, Mr. Huang wanted to bake another batch to try.
But it’s already a time of turmoil, and we don’t have enough to eat. How can we still have food to make wine?
Later, Mr. Huang wanted to use this recipe to roast wine and sell it for money.
But unfortunately, this wine eats too much food, and the cost is seven or eight times that of Wang Xinhua’s family.
Moreover, hybrid rice was grown later, and the wine produced was always inferior.
If you sell roasted wine like this, your family's fortune will probably be ruined.
Zhang An listened and drank, and finally found that he was sweating after drinking a bowl of wine.
This was the first time he drank to the point of sweating. It seemed like this wine was indeed extraordinary.
"Second Master, you must keep this brewing method. This thing is a treasure and will definitely be very valuable in the future."
In later generations, none of the ancient brewing methods will be worthless.
Especially since this method of brewing is not an ordinary wine, it is even more expensive.
“I am already at this age, and I may not be there when he becomes valuable.”
What Zhang An said was that he will be valuable in the future, not now, Mr. Huang I can still understand it.
And after so many years, people may have asked. If it had been before, Mr. Huang would have sold it long ago.
"So today, I will give this method to you and Da Mingzi. Even if I am no longer here, I can pass it on."
"Second Master, this won't work. Just pass it on to Da Mingzi, and it can be regarded as an ancestral treasure in the future."
When he heard that Mr. Huang wanted to pass on this brewing method to himself, Zhang An quickly shook his head and refused.
This thing is not an ordinary object, Zhang An will definitely not want it.
"What's wrong with this?" After hearing Zhang An's refusal, Mr. Huang stared and said.
"Da Ming is my grandson, and you are my disciple. As the saying goes, once a teacher is always a father, don't you still recognize me, old man?"
"So there is Daming, It's yours, but don't dislike it."
"As for Daming's father and uncle, I have no idea. If I leave it to them, they will only be sold at a low price."
< br>"So when you find out, don't tell them, otherwise the dispute will be in vain."
"And Daming, you have to remember what your brother An said, this is to be kept as a family heirloom." , can't be sold easily, unless it is a last resort."
After the old man finished speaking, he told the two of them how to make wine.
Zhang An originally refused, but after being glared at by Mr. Huang a few times, he had to give in.
He knew that Mr. Huang was not far away from getting angry like this.
In fact, Mr. Huang had his own ideas when he passed this method on to Zhang An.
On the one hand, as he said, Zhang An is his apprentice, and it is reasonable to pass it on to him.
Ever since Zhang An risked his life to save Huang Ming under the pig's mouth, Mr. Huang has kept Zhang An in his heart.
In addition, over the past few years, he can also see what kind of person Zhang An is.
So when it was passed to Zhang An, he felt relieved.
Another point is that no one in the Huang family is reliable, and none of the two sons and daughter-in-law are truly filial.
As for Huang Ming, he was taught bad things by his mother for a while, but later he got along with Zhang An and the others and changed.
Whether Huang Mingxiao is filial or not, he is still a member of the Huang family.
Besides, he can still tell how Huang Ming has treated the two elders in the past few years.
So this method was passed on to Zhang An. Later, Zhang An also kept this in mind and looked after Huang Ming.
Thank you Prince for not being the reward of 2366 book coins from me.
Thank you very much to this friend for your support of this book.
There are also some rewards that other friends have supported before. Because I was not focused on the book before, I didn’t pay attention to it. When the 1.5 million words are later, I will thank everyone again.
(End of this chapter)