Chapter 558: Wine is Out!

The height of the wine liquid in the measuring cup rose inch by inch, and the alcohol content gradually slowed down and calmed down, from the seventy-plus degrees containing impurities at the beginning, gradually tending to sixty-plus degrees.

When gradually ending, it gradually rose to seventy-plus degrees full of fusel oil.

Pinch the head and remove the tail, keep the middle, Seventh Uncle is an old hand.

However, three hundred jin of sorghum was really too much, the distiller at home was matched with the pot, and it wasn't big enough to that extent, so it needed to be steamed slowly one by one.

Everyone didn't just wait, it was rare to have so many people in the kitchen, Seventh Uncle simply took the pumpkins that weren't cleaned up in the morning, peeled and steamed them (at Qiao Qiao's strong request, also left a few steamed pumpkins for the few treasures), and then kneaded the dough, directly kneading pumpkin cakes, and also making pumpkin buns!

Everyone was commanded by him to spin around, and time passed extremely quickly.

In the air, the wine fragrance and the sweet fragrance of pumpkin mixed together, making people dizzy... at least Song Tan felt her cheeks a bit hot.

Looking at Qiao Qiao again, his eyes were bright, his white skin was flushed like clouds, the whole person seemed a bit slower than before, saying whatever needed to be loaded...

Instead, her mother and grandmother, at this moment, were like nothing happened, having smelled it for a long time, they could even chat about the pungency and softness of the fragrance...

Seventh Uncle was deeply sniffing the measuring cup while the livestream room had gradually quieted down.

"Can it be drunk?" Song Sancheng really couldn't help asking.

"When the time comes, although the wine produced will be less, the taste will be better."

Professor Song thought: Wonderful! 【558-14

"The phone is about to run out of power!"

【Thank heavens, at least the streamer didn't end the stream the moment the time was up.】

Everyone's enthusiasm for the liquor finally faded just a little bit.

【The way she laughs is so cute, ah ah ah, but hurry up and charge it!】

Is this for real?

And those eight hundred jin of sorghum and rice husks were exceptionally productive; after cellar-aging for a month, they now yielded a full one hundred and seventy-eight jin of liquor!

【Impossible! There is absolutely no such possibility!】

【I'm really, crying to death! The streamer not only made up the two hours, but also went over by 35 minutes.】

【Impossible... eh? The streamer's family is looking over here!】

"Impossible."

"That works!" Great-Uncle was even more efficient; he casually grabbed an empty mineral water bottle that had been prepared beforehand and poured it directly inside.

【Impossible! She has me in her heart!】

The excitement stirred up by the liquor had been stretched out for the better part of the day and was gradually fading into fatigue. At this moment, besides Great-Uncle, only Grandpa Qi Lin remained guarding the kitchen.

Before he could finish speaking, he heard Qiaoqiao interrupt in a low voice: "Teacher, this liquor is so fragrant, the taste definitely won't be bad—after you finish drinking two jin, can you resist not drinking the rest?"

After a while, he couldn't help but say: "This is the first time brewing it, and there was only so much sorghum, so it was only cellar-aged for a month. When there's more grain next year, it can be aged longer."

【Is it possible, I'm just saying... that he has forgotten us again and again...】

The one hundred and seventy jin of liquor filled the jar to the brim. Great-Uncle shouted out: "Professor Song, are you going to bottle this liquor now?"

However, Lu Qing just stood there and checked the time again: "It's been two hours already... oh my! It's at 1% now!"

What's more...

Everyone had absolutely no experience with home-brewed liquor, so they hurriedly gathered around and asked blankly: "Does it need any further processing?"

And so, these were the last words everyone in the livestream heard this time.

【The fair-skinned sister looked over! Did she see my comment? Brothers, speak up!

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After a little while—very short, but there was indeed a pause—Grandpa Qi Lin said "Oh," and then put down the sorghum in his hand and walked over.

Comments:...

Because Great-Uncle sighed again: "There's only sorghum this year, so let's brew a sauce-flavor type first. When we grow more grain next year, we'll brew a strong-aroma one."

【Hurry and charge, hurry and charge, hurry—】

"It's not like it has to be buried in the ground. How about I buy you a small jar online? You can put what you can't finish in the jar and keep it at home or in your room?"

Without the livestream, it seemed like nothing had changed; the phone stand was even left where it was, but no one was paying attention anymore.

Great-Uncle looked at the alcohol content: "63 percent, this is too strong, it needs to be distilled one more time."

Not picky, not picky at all!

"It's a ten-liter bucket, I don't know if it's ten jin or not, anyway, that's how it is, don't be picky!"

His cheeks were flushed red, and his eyes, coordinated with his brain, precisely avoided all the comments, focusing only on the battery level, and then he giggled:

Oh my mother, it's already so fragrant now, how much better can it get later?

By the afternoon, it was finally all distilled!

By the time noon had passed and everyone had eaten, the pigs had eaten pumpkin peels mixed with wheat bran, the few treasures had eaten steamed pumpkin, the chickens and ducks had eaten the pumpkin chunks that had been shaved off, and Bai Bai, as the duck captain, even got a piece all to himself...

Lu Qing looked at the row of 500ml mineral water bottles placed to the side and couldn't help but smile at this moment: "Okay, Teacher." In the kitchen, Yanran glanced at the phone screen: "Grandpa Qi Lin, your phone has a low battery warning."

By the time the re-distillation was finished, it was almost five o'clock.

At this moment, he was focused entirely on that bucket of liquor. He turned his head and urged Qiaoqiao: "Xiao Qi, hurry up and buy me a jar."

【Ah ah ah, the phone is out of power, charge it! Why are you smiling at us!】

Until a few sparse comments drifted across the livestream:

It wasn't that they weren't excited; it was just that they had been excited for so long that they were truly tired.

The liquor rippled as it was scooped, and that fragrance became even more apparent. If Professor Song's skin weren't thick enough, his mouth would have been watering by now.

—Just a little bit, enough to keep them busy with their current work, so they wouldn't come back to stare at the distillation.

Everyone looked at him with admiration and expectation.

When Secretary Xiao Zhu returns from the meeting, he must sign the contract for the river beach—after all the trouble of going through the procedures in the village for the past few days, he can't let it be delayed any longer.

And Song Tan muttered—

After all, the river beach is connected to the hillside, and there's even a flat slope! This time, it has to be cleared out all at once.

Next year! Next year! Everything has to be next year! To put it bluntly, it's still because there's too little land and too few people!

Anyway, at this rate, they'll definitely have to stay here until the New Year.

How cute! That cold and heartless streamer, no matter what, refuses to look at us even once!

Professor Song was clearly hesitant. He wanted to taste the liquor, but was also attracted by the even better flavor. At this moment, he hesitated: "Then I'll bottle two..."

【Who livestreams these days without a power bank, streamer! Be more professional!】

You have to know, after cellar-aging, such a large jar wouldn't be easy to dig up again.

Great-Uncle explained: "The kick of freshly distilled liquor is still a bit strong. If you want the best taste, it needs to be cellar-aged for at least half a year or a year."

And so, he hurriedly changed his words: "I'll bottle mine first!"