Traveling through ancient times: the wild boss spoils the sky

Chapter 290 Autumn is Coming
If it was before, you asked Chen what their happiest days were like, and they would definitely say that having enough barbecue is the happiest.

However, now they will tell you that the happiest days are when there is wine and meat, especially when there is enough wine and meat, but if there is enough meat, but wine can only quench your thirst, then It was a bit hard.

Ever since Qiao Ya and the others decided to make wine whenever they had free time, Seto and the others, who didn't know the truth, felt that the future was destined to be happy, but later they realized that it was nothing but torture.

Being able to see but not being able to drink is the greatest torture.

On this day, everyone did not go out, and all stayed at home, because Qiao Ya said that the rice wine was ready to drink, and everyone couldn't wait to taste the so-called fruit wine.

It's just that women like this kind of sweet, not much wine-flavored liqueur, that's right, everyone's eyes narrowed when they drank it, but the men frowned.

Chi looked at Qiao Ya, who was sipping sweet wine, and said in a deliberative way: "Qiao, look, we brothers don't like to drink this sweet and greasy rice wine, so how about we open a jar of green fruit wine? "

In other words, the fruit wine was ready to drink tomorrow. When Qiao and the others clarified the fruit residues, he had already smelled the strong aroma of the wine, and they did drink a bowl afterwards.

But, God knows, it's really just a bowl. Since then, they haven't had a drop of alcohol, either because they don't have any alcohol, because they don't want to drink, because they don't want to drink, and they dare not drink it secretly.

Is there anything more difficult than them?
Obviously the fine wine is right in front of you, so it's too cruel to just let you watch.

"Well, then you go and get an altar, agree, you can't take more, or you won't have anything to drink in the future."

Qiao Ya raised her head and saw the expectant faces of the five men, she twitched the corners of her lips speechlessly, and said, "From now on, there will be three altars per month, and you can take them yourself, if there are more."

"Oh, really?"

The person who was the least talkative suddenly became talkative, a little horrified, but still too excited.

Needless to say, Chi ran to the cave to get the wine at the fastest speed.

Although it is said to be a jar, the size of this jar can actually be compared with a jar.

There are three altars a month, which is actually quite a lot. Even though they had been brewing wine almost every day for so long, the number was only a few dozen jars. , It would be nice to brew more in the future.

After the men drank happily, Qiao Ya had already finished a bowl of sweet and greasy liqueur. In comparison, Qiao Ya still prefers to drink alcoholic wine, which is sweet and greasy. After all, I can't drink well.

She washed the dishes, and then said to the men who had eaten their fill, "Go to work after you drink, and help me find some clay that can be used to make pottery. I want to get some jars to make wine."

The sweet wine I made before is very good. Fortunately, I have made it all. Since the method is acceptable, Qiao Ya is going to make more. I will clarify the wine liquid, put it in a sealed jar, and simmer it over the fire. , you can come out with a good taste of rice wine.

At that time, rice wine can also be stored for a long time. When the alcohol content reaches a peak, it is not much worse than ordinary white rice wine.

Although I really don't understand why there are more convenient stone altars and stone jars, why Qiao Ya prefers jars made of clay and fired, but since Qiao Ya has opened her mouth, Seto and the others know that she is useful, Naturally, I won't say much.

As he was leaving, Chen asked, "How much do you need?"

"Well, you can get back as much as you can. You can use as much as you want, and you can pile it aside. When you need it, you don't have to go so far to find it."

Qiao Ya believed that Chen could find the soil he needed, because she had told Chen before, and Chen had helped her find it, so she was relieved, thinking that this jar was not only used for shochu, even if it was made too much, it would also It can be filled with other things, but it will not be wasted. Of course, Qiao Ya does not limit the amount of soil.

"Joe, what are you doing with the clay pot?"

After Chen Chen and the others left, Yi and Ye Zi looked at Qiao Ya in puzzlement. In their opinion, utensils made of stone or wood were better than those made of mud. At least it was convenient, and it would not be so easy. shattered.

Unlike clay, just making it is very troublesome. When it is done, when it is packed, handle it with care. Isn't this asking for trouble for yourself?

Qiao Ya just smiled and said: "Different things and different methods naturally require different utensils to hold them. You can't ask for a pot made of wood when boiling water, right? I need clay pots, which are actually pots. Such a reason."

Qiao Ya felt that since it is something that has been passed down, it is naturally reasonable, otherwise why would the ancestors choose that way, don't they know what is more convenient and simple?

Naturally, it was because it was inappropriate, so other things were ruled out. As a young man, she didn't listen to the old man, and didn't obey the ancestors, so she still had to be arrogant and think that what she thought and did was right?Is it possible to surpass or even subvert the ancestors?
What's more, she couldn't explain it, and if she explained it, they might not understand it, so there was nothing to say, as long as they thought it was necessary for her to do so.

As for how these people choose in the end, that is someone else's business, and she does not interfere.

So when everyone drank the rice wine that Qiao Ya simmered in a large clay pot for a day, and even the rice porridge and broth simmered in a pottery pot, they understood Qiao Ya's words.

Without him, the food simmered in ceramic jars tastes better than those made in stone jars, with a unique mellowness.

Or is this the nature of the earth?
Qiao Ya understood that.

"Oh, sure enough, after the weather turns cold, it's comfortable. Well, I finally have a feeling of being alive, is it true?"

Waking up early in the morning, Yi and others suddenly discovered that the weather had changed slightly. After carefully comparing it with the previous weather, the orcs came to the conclusion that the harvest season had finally arrived, which meant that, next During the first six months, the weather will not be so hot that people will be roasted to dryness, nor will it be so cold that people will be frozen into popsicles.

The best weather of the year is here.

Upon receiving the news, everyone's mouths showed genuine and joyful smiles.

Isn't that right, the annoying summer is finally over, and it's finally time to soar in the forest again. It's the harvest season, which means that as long as it is something that can bear fruit in the forest, it can continue to mature in this season.

They must be able to find more good things.

Yi looked at Qiao Ya with some excitement, and said, "Qiao, the autumn harvest season is here, even in the deep forest full of moons, there must be many things that have already matured. Shall we go and see together?"

The forest is so magical, and some creatures are so incredible, because they sense the arrival of the autumn harvest, they will directly experience flowering and fruiting overnight, and then mature.

There are not many such things, but they are not rare either. The Deep Moon Forest is very large, and I believe that many of these strange plants can be found.

(End of this chapter)