My village can't be like this

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 spoke to his old mother at home.

"Yeah, let's go and drink less. It's still broad daylight."

Hearing that Zhang An was out drinking, Wang Fang gave a warning in the kitchen.

It was obvious that she heard when Da Mingzi was talking to Zhang An just now.

"Don't worry, Auntie. It's not easy for my brother Anzi to take another sip."

Zhang An is famous for his drinking in the village. He has a good drinking capacity and is very good at drinking.

The other is to order until you finish, usually after a few sips.

But no one will try to 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.

Walking on the road, you can still hear the sound of 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 in the main room.

The firewood chicken in this country is authentic. Today, Erye Huang specially set up the firepit in the main room in order to make this pot.

"Xiao An is here, come here and you'll be fine soon."

Seeing Zhang An approaching, Second Master Huang pulled a stool for him and sat around the fire pit.

Today is eating firewood chicken, of course it has to be eaten next to the firewood to taste.

"Yo ho, I didn't expect you, Second Master, to have such a skill. You can hide your clumsiness 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, probably weighing seven or eight pounds.

The chili oil at the bottom of the pot mixed with the blood-red chili peppers stir-fries the chicken until it becomes fragrant.

It makes people salivate just looking at it. The chicken is fried to a golden color and mixed with the flavors of garlic leaves, chives, ginger, etc. It is simply 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.

When the pot boils, you can start cooking.

"Hey, it's a pity. If it hadn't snowed today, I could have bought a piece of tofu on the street. Firewood and turkey tofu would be comfortable."

Tofu is a versatile thing in the village, including 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.

Until later, they also got used to tofu, so until 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 point of buying tofu?"

Huang Ming was still reminding Mr. Huang, but Mrs. Huang next to him 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.

It looks like this thing 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 needed for the fire in the firepit.

Huang Ming also washed a basin of cabbage and coriander from the kitchen.

Small coriander 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, no stems.

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 previous life, Zhang An didn't like eating vegetable poles either, but he even ate all the cabbage poles that cost three yuan a pound.

I have no choice but to spend money and feel bad in my heart.

But it's not bad in the countryside. It doesn't cost anything to grow it yourself, and there are still chickens and ducks. The remaining vegetable poles can be cut down and fed to the chickens.

"Come, Anzi, have a taste of my wine. I have always drank yours, now it's time to drink my old man's."

Before dinner started, Mr. Huang came out with a clay jar with some soil still attached to it.

"Oh? Second master, what's the point of your wine?"

It's not easy to make Mr. Huang regard it as a treasure. Zhang An guessed that there is something to be said for 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.

"We used to bake this ourselves and keep it in the cellar. At that time, the daimyo's father was only a few years old."

"Dab my eyes, decades have passed. 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? Why don't we take the risk?"

Zhang An had heard the term cellared wine from many people, but this was the first time he encountered cellared wine.

To be honest, he couldn't help wondering 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 he was knocked away by Huang Erye in three or two strokes.

"This is not a cement building, right?"

If it were really a cement cover, it wouldn't be possible to knock it off so easily.

"This is sealed with mud. It was unrealistic to find cement in those days, but this mud is not ordinary mud, but glue."

Huang Erye opened the mud cover and cleaned it before he opened the plug below.

As soon as the cork was opened, a scent of wine came out of the jar.

Zhang An couldn't describe this fragrance, but it smelled better than any wine he had ever smelled before.

"I'm afraid this wine is unusual."

Even though Zhang An didn't know much about wine, just by smelling the aroma of the 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's indeed a bit unusual. The grain used to make this wine was our local blood rice."

"And the blood rice that year was almost the best quality rice I have ever seen in my life, and the harvest was the largest."

"But then half of the rice at home was used to make this batch of wine, and the wine produced was only a few jars, weighing more than 40 kilograms in total."

"Because of this matter, your second grandma had quarreled with me for more than a month."

Speaking of these, Mr. Huang's face showed a look of nostalgia for the past.

"How dare you say it? Seven or eight hundred kilograms of dry millet can be eaten by a whole family for a whole year."

"It turned out that you, the old god, had a good time, so you roasted those jars of wine. Who are you to blame if I don't tell you."

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 go hungry afterwards."

"That's true. If you don't bake wine, then use the ones you got in the mountains to exchange for money. Our family will be much better off." "Okay, okay, these are all old things. Besides, guarding two Junior, why are you talking about this?"

Mr. Huang couldn't defeat Mr. Huang, so he could only raise the white flag and surrender, using Zhang An and the others as an excuse.

Mrs. Huang, probably for the sake of the two little ones, snorted and did not continue.

"Isn't that right? Second Master, you roasted [-] to [-] jins of wine out of your [-] to [-] kilograms of millet? Do you really eat grain like that?"

Normally, if you use the ancient method to make wine, one hundred kilograms of rice will produce at least twenty or thirty kilograms of liquor.

For Mr. Huang, the cost 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 endless, and even at the end, there is a hint of sweetness lingering in your mouth.

Zhang An had never drunk this kind of wine, and it was the first time today.

And there was something even more unique. 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? Can it still have this effect?"

Liquor can play a role in promoting blood circulation, but it is an exaggeration to say that it nourishes blood.

Unless some blood-enhancing medicinal materials are added to it, the blood-enriching effect can be achieved.

But this liquor can replenish blood, this is the first time Zhang An heard of it.

"It does have this effect, and I have experienced it myself."

With that said, Mr. Huang began to tell Zhang An and Huang Ming stories about the past.

It turned out that Huang Erye was not in good health when he was young. Later, he saw a doctor and found out that 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 small deer with someone else for this brewing recipe.

Later, he used the grain at home to make wine, and Mrs. Huang quarreled with him for a long time.

But no matter how much she scolded her, the wine had already been brewed and the food was gone, so Mrs. Huang gave up.

Mr. Huang is a good drinker. He can't get out of the house 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.

After much thought, I realized it was the wine.

And Mr. Huang drank that jar of wine for half a year. After half a year, he was like a normal person.

In the end, Second Grandma Huang was worried, and spent money to see a doctor, only to find that Second Master 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 Mr. Huang, which is the jar they drank from today.

Later, Huang Erye wanted to bake another batch and try it out.

But it's been 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 bake wine and sell it for money.

But unfortunately, this wine consumes 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 the wine like this, your family's wealth will probably be ruined.

Zhang An drank while listening, and finally found that after drinking a bowl of wine, he was actually sweating.

This was the first time he drank until he was sweating. It seemed like this wine was indeed extraordinary.

"Second Master, you must keep this brewing method. This thing is a treasure and it will definitely be very valuable in the future."

In later generations, none of the ancient methods of wine making will be worthless.

Especially since this method of brewing is not ordinary wine, it is even more expensive.

"I'm already this old. When he becomes valuable, I may not be there yet."

What Zhang An said was that it would be valuable in the future, not now, but Mr. Huang could 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. If I am no longer here, I can pass it on."

"Second Master, this won't work. You can just pass it on to Da Mingzi. It can still be regarded as an ancestral treasure in the future."

As soon as he heard that Huang Erye wanted to pass on the method of making wine 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 apprentice. As the saying goes, one day is a teacher and life is a father. Don't you think I'm an old man?"

"So if there is Ming Dynasty, then there is yours, but don't dislike it."

"As for Daming's father and uncle, I have no such idea. If I leave it to them, they will only be sold at a low price."

"So when you find out, don't tell them, otherwise the dispute will be in vain."

"Also Daming, what your brother An said you should remember, this is to be kept as a family heirloom, and cannot be sold easily unless it is a last resort."

After the old man finished speaking, he told them both 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 with Huang Erye like this, he was not far from getting angry.

In fact, Huang Erye also had his own ideas in passing 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.

Regardless of whether Huang Mingxiao is filial or not, he is still a member of the Huang family.

Besides, in the past few years, he could still see how Huang Ming treated the two elders.

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 rewarder of 2366 book coins from me.

　　Many thanks to this friend for supporting 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 150 million words are later, I will thank everyone again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)