Ask This Spring

Huan Shen walked to his mother's side, and his whole person was like a green pine growing upright, looking very reliable.

At this moment, he was calming Huanmu in a low voice, his always sharp eyebrows softened, completely different from his previous furious and gloomy appearance.

Zhuo Lian only took a look, then turned and went to the warehouse. In the situation like last night, even if she was framed by someone, Huan Shen’s disgust would not disappear. Rather than actively posting it, it’s better to avoid it. Anyway, the plot in the book has changed. She is not like the original. Having done a lot of wrong things, it is also Huan Shen's eldest wife. It shouldn't be difficult to live well.

Besides, she has no one to rely on. The only thing she can do is wine. In an unfamiliar environment, she must firmly grasp this life-saving straw.

The memory in her mind told her that the best drink sold in Zhuojia Winery was Qingfengxiao.

Most rice wine is sweet and fragrant, but the stamina is not enough. At that time, people love the rich and spicy taste. It is said that the breeze is because the mouth is sweet and the wine is also strong. Drinking it will make people feel dizzy, as if to hear the breeze whistling in the valley. Will be called by this name.

Although the original body is the eldest lady of the Zhuo family, Qing Fengxiao is still a very precious thing to her. At least she has not drank it a few times in her memory. The original body does not know how to make wine, so Zhuo Lian can't make a judgment. .

The woman squatted on the ground, picked up a piece of cake and put it on her palm. Before the qubing was dried in the shade, each piece weighed one catty and four taels. Now it is almost formed, the weight has been reduced to about one catty, there is no red heart, and the inside is not damp. It is exposed to the sun for one month and stored for seven or seventy-nine days. , In order to make Xiangquan Qu with excellent finished products.

It's a pity that she doesn't have so much time.

Zhuo Lian moved the qubing to the venue. At this moment, Huanmu had stopped her tears and went into the warehouse to help.

"Lianniang, I was careless yesterday. I really thought that Aunt Lin was sincerely regretful, but I didn't think that she would actually put the medicine in the porridge and almost harmed you."

Zhuo Lian flinched the broken hair on his cheeks, lowered his head and smiled: "Mother, don't worry, am I okay? You haven't had any misunderstandings, and the tricks of the Zhuo family have not succeeded. The reason why they are so anxious to deal with me, Just to get the nameless well in the wine shop."

Zhuo Lian hesitated for a moment at Shanghuan's horrified gaze, and explained the uniqueness of Wumingjing. This well is the treasure of the Huan family's ancestors. The decision must be made by Huanmu how to deal with it.

After listening to her daughter-in-law's words, Huanmu's eyes were full of shock. She really did not expect that the nameless well, which has been under the bluestone slabs all the year round, would hide the sweet and clear water source. No wonder Zhuo's family is bound to get the wine shop. It seems that they Know this for a long time.

"The well water at home is so outstanding, your craftsmanship is so good, and the sake you brew must be stronger than Qingfengxiao."

The clay figurine still has a three-point earthy nature. Although Huanmu has a soft temperament, she was also angry at this moment. She put the cake in the bamboo basket and raised her eyebrows.

Because the preparatory work for wine making is too complicated, although Huanmu and Uncle Fu are careful, they still make mistakes. Sometimes the cakes are not completely dried, they are crushed and thrown into the sour rice. It is lucky if the vinegar is not brewed. All right.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law moved the qubing to the music field. The sun was very strong today, and it was just enough to get rid of the moisture. They ran back and forth seven or eight times before they got all the fragrant spring music out.

At this hour Huan Shen had already left the wine shop, Zhuo Lian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the young man is the guard of the city. He must patrol the city on time every day, and there must be no slack. Otherwise, if he stays under the same roof with him all the time, he might go crazy.

Zhuo Lian originally planned to dry more cakes and start making wine again, but Zhuo’s family has already taken a fancy to Wumingjing, and then she doesn’t know what means she will use. She can only speed up the process in order to gain a firm foothold in Bianzhou. It's no longer like meat on a chopping board, letting people kill it.

Speaking of it, if you want to make sake rather than mash, there are three key points. One is the length of the fermentation period, the second is the ratio of the ingredients, and the third is the amount of koji.

Before Huan's father died, neither Huan's mother nor Uncle Fu had any contact with the work of the distillery, and they did not understand these secret recipes, so they could only make the most inferior rice wine.

Looking at her sweaty mother-in-law, Zhuo Lian said softly: "It won't rain for these two days. Let's dry the koji cake, burn the kang the day after tomorrow, crush the koji, and put it on the kang for drying."

"Kang song has a smell, and the guests are quite provocative, I'm afraid it won't work." Huanmu's face was embarrassed.

"It's okay. Hang the song for a night, and the dryness will be suppressed by Yelu. Don't worry."

When she first arrived in Great Zhou Dynasty, Zhuo Lian was incompatible with this world. She was like a spectator, avoiding the original plot step by step, eager to live well.

But only half a month later, she has regarded Huanmu as a real elder. She didn't feel the care of her mother in her previous life. Now someone is kind to her, Zhuo Lian is extremely grateful, and can't wait to repay her ten times a hundred times.

In the afternoon, as soon as Huan Shen came back with his front feet, Father Lin went to visit him with his back feet, carrying a bunch of bacon in his hand, and a paper bag, and he didn't know what was in it.

When the Huan family brothers had just moved to West Street when they were young, they used to study handwriting with Father Lin for three years. Therefore, even if the mother and daughter of the Lin family made a big mistake, Huan Shen would not send people away. To the government.

The young man stood in the yard, frowned slightly, and bowed to Father Lin with a fist:

"Mister is here."

His tone was very flat, and he had obviously expected Father Lin to come.

Father Lin has read sage books for so many years, and he knows courtesy, justice and shame. He claims to be innocent and upright, but he didn't expect his wife and daughter to give medicine to his old neighbors who have been with him for twenty taels of silver.

"Shen'er, I'm sorry for you. Their mother and daughter almost made a big mistake. Now they are sent to the country by me. After a year and a half, they will be able to grind their temperament, so they won't be squinted by Caibo again. ."

Most scholars are lofty, and Father Lin is no exception. His whole person is almost overwhelmed with shame, his face turned into pig liver color, he put the heavy bamboo basket on the millstone, and he did not speak again for a long time.

"It's the Lin family's mother and daughter that is wrong, not your husband. Why do you send things here? Get them back quickly."

"The fault of the son is not the father, Qiongniang is ignorant, because I didn't teach it well." Father Lin sighed helplessly, even his lips were bluish white.

"The Analects I copied are in the basket, and Niang Yun has reached the age when she should enter school, so she can't delay her." After that, Father Lin hurriedly left the wine shop, as if he was afraid of being overtaken.

Huan Shen stood there, and it took a while before he took the things to the front hall and gave them to his mother, so they could bring them to Huan Yun at night.

As soon as he opened the curtain, he saw Zhuo Lian who was drinking. The woman's hands are beautiful, with slender bones and slender knuckles. She firmly holds the dark wooden pole. A slight tipping can determine the weight of the wine, which is accurate and stable.

Before the fall of the Huan family, one year when the father of Huan asked people to pick up lychees from the south, the dark red shell would split with a slight pinch, and the white and delicate flesh was exposed. The watery, almost transparent, these hands were just Like the litchi at that time, no flaws can be found.

Zhuo Lian is not an ignorant wooden person, how can he not feel the naked, naked and naked eyes of Huan Shen?

She was numb all over, and didn't understand what was wrong with this person. She speeded up and helped the last guest to drink alcohol. Pretending to be calm, she opened the curtain and walked to the backyard.

With a small hand on his chest, Zhuo Lian took a deep breath, calmed down and walked to the barn.

The ancients said: It is better to watch rice than to watch music, to watch music as to wine, and to watch wine as to pulp.

The most important thing in wine making is not rice, but physalis. If the pulp is not sour, the wine will not taste enough. For this reason, Zhuo Lian cooked the wheat into porridge as early as noon and put it in a porcelain urn. Yan, I will pour some steaming rice milk every day, and the physalis will be ready in a few days.

She had promised Uncle Fu before that if the brewing failed this time, she would never set foot in the wine shop again.

Zhuo Lian must do his best to make the wine well. She made koji and made physalis, all the processes by herself, for fear of making mistakes.

Fortunately, even God is helping her, the quality of Xiangquanqu and Physalis is not bad.

After operating the wine shop for so many years, the most basic process Huanmu and Uncle Fu is still clear. Before soaking the rice with physalis, you must add green onions, peppers, oil, and noodles in an iron pot, and boil it six or seven times before it can be put into use. . As a cook, Uncle Fu's control of the heat is top-notch, and the fried slurry is thick and white and sour.

Summer is coming soon. The weather is hot, so it is most suitable to use half-sour water. Zhuo Lian asked Uncle Fu to add water as he tasted it, and said abruptly, "Enough."

"The pottery urn is already buried in the soil. I will go to blanch the urn and then put the rice."

While talking, Uncle Fu went to the yard with the wooden basin, Zhuo Lian and Huanmu were not idle either, each carrying a bucket of rice, followed closely behind.

There is more emphasis on blanching rice. If the raw materials are all new rice, the rice should be mashed first, and then the rice should be laid. If it is aging rice, the order is reversed; boiling soup in winter, warm soup in summer...

While Zhuo Lian poured the rice into the urn, Fu Shuhuan held a wooden pestle in her hand and stirred it hundreds of times. The rice grains became brighter and smoother, and the physalis was also immersed in the heart of the rice. Cover the urn to prevent the heat from losing.

Logically speaking, the wine shop had to hire a dozen long-term workers, but the Huan family had no money at all, so they could only grit their teeth and take care of all the work.

Zhuo Lian's legs were so tired that he fell on the edge of the straw mat, his arms were sour and numb, like countless ants crawling around in the muscles. Uncle Huanmu Fu is not much better than her. Her face is flushed now, but her eyes are especially bright.

"Lianniang, I think that sake will definitely be brewed this time. There is a breeze in Zhuo's family. What name shall we call?"

"If my daughter-in-law remembers correctly, a poet wrote in the past: Suddenly Yushan fell to the side of the urn, and only felt the sword cut into the intestines, to describe the spicy and fragrant home brew. There are two kinds of wines he brews-Guizixiang, There is no bottom, and literati and writers love Fengya the most. Hearing the name of no bottom, maybe they will buy it too."