Chapter 124: Folk Street
In the center of the county, an antique old alley, with bluestone pavement, low cornices, and dilapidated wooden doors, is a miracle that the county town of Guangdong, where high-rise buildings are lined up and every inch of land is golden, has completely preserved a rain alley in Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" in the twenties.
The county seat has retained this ancient alley for the purpose of protecting the relics.
There was no pickup truck in the ancient alley, so Li Jian had to park the car in an open space outside the alley, and the three of them walked into the alley.
The aroma of wine is also afraid of the deep alleys, if there is no familiar Lao Zeng to lead the way, the two of them will not be able to find this place no matter what.
There is a blacksmith shop in the alley, the broken house is in the middle of the enlarged stove, a bellows is set up by the hearth, the bellows is pulled, the wind enters the furnace, the flames in the hearth are straight up, the iron to be forged is first burned red in the furnace, and then the blacksmith master moves the red-hot iron to the big iron pier.
A blacksmith in his sixties, with gray temples, holds a tongs in his left hand to turn the iron, and a small hammer in his right hand directs another young man to forge with a sledgehammer in a specific striking method, while using a small hammer to modify the key position, so that a square piece of iron is beaten into various forms of tools.
There was a large crowd of people watching at the door. This ancient way is now basically obsolete, and fortunately it can still be seen here.
"Can this ironsmith and apprentice still earn money for food?" Kuang Dejun couldn't help but say.
"This is a folk street, and the government subsidizes them every month. Zeng Xiangyuan pointed to the opposite oil mill, quilt processing workshop, straw hat and hat weaving workshop and said.
An arch was erected at both ends of the alley, and it was written: "Folk Street" in several big characters.
Zeng Xiangyuan pointed to an open wooden door in front of him and said, "Lao Cao is making wine here, I don't know if there is a subsidy, I don't know." Others are renting houses to open folk workshops here, but Lao Cao is a real house. ”
The old house was a little dim, Zeng Xiangyuan knocked the wooden door panel, and shouted, "Does Lao Cao still have wine to sell?"
A voice in the shadows said, "Lao Cao has no wine to sell, unless Lao Cao is out of breath." The voice came from behind a long counter, and on a chaise longue lay an old man with a wrinkled face, short man, with a rosacea nose, and the grass on his head had experienced the cold winter, and there was little black hair on it.
The old man turned on the lamp, and behind him was a whole cabinet of various wine bottles.
The transparent glass bottle was soaked in all kinds of sparkling wine, and the glass bottle made him clean and bright.
Kuang Dejun took a cursory look and found that there were self-brewed glutinous rice wine, kumquat wine, lychee wine, limoncello, wine, mulberry wine, hawthorn wine, pomegranate wine, apricot wine, and plum wine...... ,
There are also all kinds of medicinal herbs and wines, and all kinds of snake wines......
"The wine here is quite complete, I don't know what the price is?"
Anyway, you have to buy some when you come. Kuang Dejun looked at the wine in the glass jar, and could see that it was made of pure small black grapes, which should be authentic wine.
"There are labels on the cans. Cao Xing and Zeng Xiangyuan should also be familiar with each other, but he didn't want to chat with him, and only looked at Kuang Dejun who was talking.
"Boss, can you pour some and taste it?"
"There's no free tasting, if you want it, I can give you a tael. ”
If you want to drink for nothing from my old Cao, there is no way.
"Let's have a tael of wine, no, let's have a tael, Lao Zeng will also have a tael. Kuang Dejun looked at Li Jian: You can't drink when you drive.
"I'll just drink bayberry wine. Zeng Xiangyuan said busily.
The old man used a bamboo spoon to take out a small spoonful of wine from a glass bottle and pour it into a small bowl.
"Yes, the taste has not changed, it still tastes the same after decades. Zeng Xiangyuan poured the remaining wine into his mouth in one gulp, and couldn't help but boast.
The wine drunk by Kuang Dejun is also pure in taste, with the right sweetness and acidity, and the wine is pure and strong.
"Not bad. Bring me another glutinous rice bar or two. ”
Steamed eggs stuffed with glutinous rice wine are his favorite. I haven't tried it for a long time, if it's delicious, even the whole glass bottle can even be bought with wine, and the steamed wine with eggs should be good.
Drink it dry in one gulp, and the glutinous rice wine is generally good.
"This rice can make such a high-quality rice wine, Boss Cao's craftsmanship is good, but unfortunately the water quality is not the best, otherwise the glutinous rice wine you brew is even more delicious. A thought flashed through Kuang Dejun's mind at this time: what kind of taste would it be if giant rice and spiritual spring water were used to make wine.
"Don't be afraid of the wind flashing your tongue, this is brewed with the best mountain spring water in Guangdong Mountain, where is there better quality water. Cao Xing said a little unconvinced.
"I have better quality water," Kuang Dejun took out a bottle of spiritual spring water from his bag, handed it to Cao Xing and said: "Boss Cao can use my water to mix some mountain spring water, go brew a pot of glutinous rice wine to try, I will leave a phone number for you, if the brewed wine tastes better, you can call me." ”
Cao Xing rolled his eyes and said, "If you tell me to brew it, I'll brew it, how old are you?"
Zeng Xiangyuan was anxious: "You old ghost is really weird, people will harm you." Mr. Kuang, you don't know, you always know the old Zeng of my strain factory, that bottle of water is not poison, it is from spiritual spring water, if you have any questions, you can go to my house to find me. ”
Cao Xing was silent, Kuang Dejun thought that he would argue with Lao Zeng for a few words.
"5 catties of bayberry wine, 10 catties of wine, and this whole bottle of glutinous rice wine. Kuang Dejun put the spiritual spring water on the counter, and then pointed to a few cans of soaking wine and said.
Cao Xing bottled and packaged the wine that the guests wanted, and asked, "I still have pure rice shochu here, do you want it?"
Kuang Dejun glanced at him. At this time, a young man came in from outside, carrying two large white plastic buckets.
"Boss Cao, come here for a hundred catties of rice soju. As soon as the young man came in, he shouted.
Old man Cao walked to the corner, lifted the lid of a large wine can, put plastic wine under the faucet, and filled two large plastic barrels.
The young man gave Old Man Cao 3,000 yuan in cash on the spot, picked up two plastic buckets and left.
Nowadays, there are very few people who can walk like a fly with a hundred-pound weight on their shoulders.
Nowadays, there are very few people who only accept cash and do not know how to transfer money by mobile phone.
Kuang Dejun smelled the aroma of rice shochu, the thick rice fragrance, the smell was soft, there was no rice shochu made in other places, there was a strong burnt smell.
"Boss Zeng, hit two or two rice to try it. Kuang Dejun took two small bowls, one handed to Zeng Xiangyuan, and the other was held by himself.
"If you want to try it, you can pack it yourself, and the rice shochu will be free to taste. Cao Xing said without raising his head.
This old man is changing so fast, he was still thinking about it just now, and now he is generous enough to let people taste it for free.
Kuangde army was dressed for half a tael, and when I took a sip, the taste was particularly mellow and fragrant, and the entrance was soft.
"If I drink the kind of hardcover wine sold in the market for dozens of yuan a bottle, I might as well drink these rice shochu made by farmers," Zeng Xiangyuan pursed his lips, letting the taste of the wine linger between his lips and teeth.