My village can't be like this

Chapter 374 Space Brewing ([-])

"Mom, I'm going to the city right now."

Before leaving, Zhang An said hello to Wang Fang at home so that he would not be unable to find him if something happened later.

"Then you can buy some vegetables and plant them back. I'll probably order some vegetables in a few days."

When Wang Fang heard that Zhang An was going to the city, she asked Zhang An to buy some vegetable seeds without thinking.

"I see there are a lot of vegetables growing in the fields. Do you want to order some vegetables now?"

The vegetable garden in the backyard is not small, almost an acre of vegetable land, and it is considered the largest vegetable field in the village.

Wang Fang was usually restless. Zhang An wouldn't let her do farm work in the fields, so she cleared up all the land in the backyard and planted vegetables.

"Go and take a look. The field is already half empty. If you don't plant it, you won't be able to eat it for a while."

If they were just a family of four, it might take them half a year to finish one crop.

But now Zhou Yang's family and Zhang Jianzhong's family have opened a restaurant in the village, and they come here from time to time to purchase goods.

There are also those teachers in the school. Although each of them does not have much, the sum total is not a small amount.

Especially since the school has started in the past two days, all those teachers have returned to work.

A few days ago, Zhang An looked at the vegetable field that was still full of vegetables. In the past two days, half of it was cleared by the teacher who came back to work.

Although it seems that there are not many people coming to buy food, the demand is really quite large.

And everyone who needs it goes to the vegetable garden to do it themselves, including Zhou Yang's family. Every time he comes over with a basket, he chops one basket at a time.

Zhang An's family is only responsible for planting the vegetables, then watering and fertilizing them until the vegetables grow up.

If she had to chop and select vegetables like the aunt at the vegetable market, then Zhang An would definitely not be willing to do it.

With his lazy temperament that can sit and never stand, how could he be trading vegetables?

In the past two days, Wang Fang saw that half of the vegetable field was empty, so she couldn't find a way to make a living.

Moreover, growing vegetables in rural areas is about planting one crop after another, not planting after eating.

Otherwise, we will have to rely on buying vegetables while we wait for the next crop of vegetables to grow.

But in today's rural areas, if you still have to buy groceries to make a living, you will be laughed at.

Of course, Zhang Jianzhong and Zhou Yang's family are not counted. After all, they are restaurants, so they can make money.

So now Wang Fang is planting the next crop in the vacant space, so that there will be no vacuum period when food is not available.

"That's it, buy some more when I come back."

Zhang An had forgotten that the teachers in the school were a large group.

When he arrived at the county seat, Zhang An went straight to the seed company and bought the seeds first.

After he went to the ceramics factory to pull out the wine jar later, he didn't plan to go back to the city. It would be more convenient to go home directly from outside the city.

"Hey, brother Zhang An is here to buy seeds again. If you want to plant something, I will find it for you."

As soon as Zhang An walked into the seed company, the old man selling seeds approached him.

In the past two years, most of the seeds used by Zhang An at home have been bought here, so this old man has become familiar with Zhang An.

"The vegetable patch at home is empty, and I plan to plant some spring seasonal vegetables. You can watch me get some."

"Understood. I just sent a batch of new varieties that are pretty good a few days ago. You can try them out. If they don't work well, you can come to me."

The old man didn't even ask Zhang An how much space he wanted to plant. He rummaged around in the display window for a long time and found a bunch of vegetable seeds and placed them on the glass cabinet.

"That's alright. Just put some on it for me. Of course, no need for the chili pepper."

Zhang An picked out a few packages of daily vegetables such as Chinese cabbage, green beans, etc., but he didn't think about buying peppers.

After all, there are so many chili peppers at home, with all kinds of flavors available. Wang Fang had already saved the chili seeds last year.

As far as local people's taste is concerned, the pepper seeds kept by Zhang An's family are definitely better than those bought outside, and there is definitely no need to buy them again.

And not only Zhang An’s own pepper seeds, many families in the village came to ask for their pepper seeds.

Finally, I picked out a large bag of seeds and spent a lot of money. The old man sent Zhang An out enthusiastically.

In his eyes, Zhang An is a big customer, and he takes a lot of goods every time he comes.

After leaving the city, I stepped on the gas and came to the ceramics factory.

Compared with before the Chinese New Year, the ceramic factory is much more lively now, and the workers inside are working enthusiastically.

Because someone was working inside, the long door was wide open, and Zhang An drove the car directly inside.

The big dog guarding the door originally wanted to bark a few times, but when he saw it was Zhang An, he gave up his thoughts and ran back to the den with his tail between his legs to squat.

Because when Zhang An came last time, it was frightened by Zhang An's fierce look.

"Zhang An is here, go sit inside for a while."

As soon as Zhang An drove into the factory, Hou Liang heard the noise and walked out of the work shed.

"Brother Hou, next time I come, I'll go see the jar first. I have to rush back later."

I just came here in the afternoon. If I sit there for a while, it will probably be evening before I go home.

"Okay, let's take a look at the jar first. By the way, how was the jar last time? Is it okay to use? Is there anything broken?"

Hou Liang did not force himself to be polite, and led Zhang An towards the factory building where the jars were stored.

"They are all good. They hold up well after use and do not fade. They burn very well."

Although not much time has passed, the last batch of jars were all placed in the space by Zhang.

After so much time has passed in the space, Zhang An looks just like the one he just bought at that time, without losing any color.

If there are jars that are not burned well, they may have been left for a year and a half, and the surface may only be the color of soil.

"And your Kowloon bottle, my mother really likes it."

"As long as Auntie likes it, even though our factory is not big, we put a lot of effort into firing the kiln, so the quality of the products should be slightly better."

Hou Liang pointed to the big kiln in the distance as he walked. Zhang An looked at it and it was indeed a big kiln.

"Here, Zhang An, these are what you decided last time. We will finish yours as soon as the new year starts."

In this room, all the small wine jars were stored, one pound and two pounds of wine that Zhang An wanted.

Even though the jar is not big, putting hundreds of them together takes up a lot of space.

"Okay, okay, this is the feeling I want."

Zhang An grabbed a two-pound bottle, which looked very compact in his big hands.

Putting this kind of wine jar in his hand, Zhang An couldn't help but want to throw it away.

After all, he used to be a fan of martial arts novels. When the masters in those books were drinking and fighting, they would throw wine bottles at every turn, which was really cool.

"Why do these jars look brighter in color than the previous ones?" When loading the truck, Zhang An discovered that although this batch of bottles were similar to the small bottles he had taken before, the colors were prettier.

"Last year you brought back the mixed loess. This year I happened to bring a few carts of red clay over, and the result will look much better when burned."

Loess is available everywhere in Zhang An, but red soil is different. It is quite difficult to find, and you may have to buy it elsewhere.

"I'm just telling you, why is it different from last year? It turns out red clay was added."

Hou Liang chatted with Zhang An beside him, because all the workers in the factory were there, so they didn't need to do anything to load the car this time.

Although the jar was small, Zhang An also turned the cart back and forth several times before he finished emptying the hundreds of small wine bottles.

After loading the last car, Zhang An and Hou Liang settled the money and were about to leave when they were stopped by Hou Liang.

"Zhang An, doesn't Auntie really like my Kowloon bottles? I've burned a few for myself. You can take them back to pickle vegetables for Auntie."

Hou Liang came out of Wulin with a large Kowloon bottle in one hand, which was much larger than the ones he bought back for Wang Fang last year.

"And this, I specially added a water valve below so that you can take it back to brew wine without having to open it from the top."

Good guy, only Hou Liang, the owner of the ceramics factory, can make a pottery pot and a faucet.

"Don't be too busy to refuse. These jars are just a few kilograms of dirt here. Your brother takes care of my business, so giving you a few is nothing."

Before Zhang An could refuse, Hou Liang had already put several jars into Zhang An's truck bed.

"Then I won't be polite to you, brother. If you still have me in the future, I'll call you directly."

Zhang An was not prepared to refuse after having several jars, just taking it back would make his old mother happy.

He had a hunch that he would have to buy a wine jar in the future. At worst, he would take more care of Hou Liang's business in the future.

"Then I'll just wait for your brother's business to come to you."

Hou Liang made good friends with Zhang An with the intention of making good friends with repeat customers. After all, Zhang An wants such a business, so maybe there will be demand next time.

Anyway, he won't lose anything by making friends with Zhang An, and he might be able to get business next time.

"Hey, why did you come back with a cart full of small jars?"

When Zhang An returned home, Wang Fang saw a cart full of wine jars in the car and was a little curious as to what his son was doing with all this.

"Our family will definitely not be able to finish all the blood rice this year. I have no plans to buy it. I want to save some of it for roasting wine."

In addition to brewing wine inside the space, Zhang An is also preparing to brew some wine outside.

Because of this, you won’t have to make excuses like this when you get wine from the space in the future.

And there’s that problem again. Zhang An’s family will definitely not be able to finish all the blood rice this year, but Zhang An will definitely not sell it.

Because the price offered by the rice dealers was at most a little higher than ordinary rice, Zhang An was definitely not willing to do this kind of business, so he might as well keep it.

But he doesn’t like to eat old rice next year, so using it to make wine is the best way.

Naturally, Wang Fang didn't have any objections. They were used to their son often doing these things.

"By the way, Mom, these two jars were given to you by the owner of the ceramics factory for pickling vegetables."

The two largest Kowloon bottles are much more conspicuous than the pile of Kowloon bottles in the car. Put together, they look like parents with a bunch of children.

Sure enough, Wang Fang's attention was immediately attracted by these two jars.

It's like having two big babies, I really like them very much.

After waiting for two days, the fermented grains in the space are almost fermented, and the steamer can be started to steam the wine.

Zhang An did not wait until night, closed the study door in the afternoon and got into the space to start working.

Make a fire, add water to the pot, and put the fermented grains into the steamer.

In fact, steaming fermented grains is no different from steaming rice, except that there is an extra heavenly pot for cooling, and you have to pay attention to catching the wine.

The fire was burning very brightly, and soon the wine spout began to drip.

A strong aroma of wine wafted into Zhang An's nose, and even though he drank a lot, he felt a little drunk.

Zhang An sprinkled the finished wine directly on the ground. Although people were not allowed to drink it, it was not a problem to use it to pay homage to the space.

After all, space has helped him so much. This first bite should really be given to this land. It won't be wasted anyway, right?

It may be that the wine steamer is too big, there are many wine steamers in it, and the fire is burning more vigorously.

The wine outlet just slowly dripped wine at first, and slowly it flowed into a thin line, just like water from the eaves, flowing into the jar.

You must taste the wine you brewed yourself first. Zhang An took a small glass and took a sip gently.

As soon as the wine entered his throat, his whole body felt refreshed. When he smelled the head of the wine just now, he felt high.

Now that I have tasted it myself, I can see that the alcohol content of this wine is indeed not low. It is higher than the jar that Mr. Huang gave him. It has to go up to [-] degrees no matter what.

There are definitely not many people who can drink this kind of wine. Even Zhang An himself has to admit defeat after only two drinks at most, which is really a bit high.

Originally, Zhang An was still thinking about whether the wine should be blended, but now Zhang An no longer has to think about the answer.

If you want to take out this kind of wine, it will be too easy to cause trouble if it is not blended.

Zhang An was thinking about the problem, but found that the speed of the wine had slowed down and started to flow drop by drop.

When I looked up, I found that the cold water in the sky pot had already steamed up. No wonder the cooling rate had become so slow.

With the thought, Zhang An, like Shui Wa, controlled the cold water from the spring to enter the pot, and the hot water in the pot poured directly on the ground.

After a while, the speed of the wine outlet turned into a thin line again.

What follows is an endless cycle of work, because Zhang An cannot come out of the space because he needs to add firewood and change water.

I kept waiting by the stove for the fermented grains to finish steaming. I waited for more than ten hours.

During this period, Zhang An felt a little hungry, so he caught two rabbits, slaughtered them and roasted them. While eating and waiting, Zhang An did not feel bored.

More than 100 kilograms of fermented rice was finally steamed twice before it was completely steamed. A total of three jars and a little more of white wine were steamed.

According to the weight of a jar of ten kilograms, the total is more than 30 kilograms.

Calculated, it was more wine than the last time Huang Erye cooked his own steamer.

This may be because the blood rice used by Zhang An himself is produced in space, or it may be because Zhang An used the distiller's yeast recorded in the recipe, so the wine yield is slightly higher.

But in general, the wine production rate is much lower than that of Wang Xinhua's winery.

After all, one hundred kilograms of their fermented grains can produce at least forty to fifty kilograms of liquor.

However, Zhang An was not disappointed. If this wine were left outside, it would be puree-level liquor.

As long as Zhang An slightly blends these 30 kilograms of blood rice wine slurry, the output will be fully increased.

Because he was afraid of getting drunk, Zhang An did not continue drinking, but started soaking the rice and continued with the next pot.

After all, there are more than 1000 kilograms of blood rice piled next to it, all of which Zhang Anke needs to use to make wine.

(End of this chapter)