The new wine is fruity, and the ripe lychee wine in the bottle of wine bottle grass has a sweet pulp flavor, although it is a little jerky, but it is a pure fruit wine made by fermentation of special substances in wine bottle grass. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jiang Hua cut the lid of the wine bag and poured the lychee wine from the wine bag into the transparent water glass.

The liquid of lychee wine is like fine silverware, the color is white and bright, poured into the kettle, and the aroma of the wine stirred out is the sweetness of lychee, mixed with a little wine aroma.

Jiang Hua likes this kind of wine.

She tossed back and forth for the past few years to make this extremely clean fruit wine.

There is no koji.

There is no grain liquor.

No extra sugar.

It is simply made by fermenting the pulp of lychee.

However, this kind of lychee wine, which lacks wine and sugar, is not easy to brew.

Now, with the help of Bottle Grass, she finally got her wish.

Because there were no people, the wine was not harvested using the method of keeping the sacs. The wine sacs on the wine bottle grass are all cut directly. It was then picked up by the monkeys and put in storage.

Although this method of collection is a little wasteful, the wine can continue to change the taste subtly in the bag, making it more moist and delicate, and more clear and intoxicating.

Jiang Hua put the red-dotted botanical wine bottles into a bag, filled one bag, and carried them to the back of the pickup truck.

The bottle of wine bottle grass winemaking, don't look at the appearance is not much different from ordinary bottle grass, but after wrapping the wine, the seal is tough, Lin Zeng tried, fell from the height of the third floor, and it is still intact.

Jiang Hua heard Sandao's mother-in-law's unhappy muttering, smiled at her, and helped Lin Zeng explain: "Mother-in-law, Lin Zeng will supply these wines to his own restaurant in the future, and he is afraid that the quantity will not be enough, so he will not sell them to others." Rest assured, this wine will not be wasted, and it may be in short supply in the future. ”

After listening to Jiang Hua's explanation, the mother-in-law of the three knives did not bother with the higher and higher wine bottles, her face was wrinkled and slightly comfortable, and then she took an old hoe from the root of the wall, ready to go to loosen the soil for her vegetable field.

Jiang Hua looked at the thin back of the mother-in-law of the three knives, her pace was a little cramped, not as steady as a year ago, the old hoe knocked on the ground and smashed out of the shallow pit.

Jiang Thrush is rarely worried.

When I lived in my hometown, in the past 20 years, the body of the mother-in-law of the three knives was as tough as a bright blade inserted in the bun. No matter how many wrinkles there are on his face, he is full of vigor in his bones, and he has always walked steadily and briskly.

It seems that these thousands of days and nights of time have passed by her gently, leaving no trace.

But in the half year that she has lived in the Liquor Valley, the state of the three-knife mother-in-law is like pressing the fast-forward button.

From the way she speaks on weekdays, there is already an unconcealable struggle.

As soon as there are too many long sentences, you have to stop, take a breath and speak again.

Jiang Hua knew the reason.

Although the wine valley is good, there are no green fruits.

She also persuaded her to let her mother-in-law go back to the old house in the back mountain of the town to live. Helplessly, this old woman with a personality like a knife, once she decides, is more stubborn than a stubborn iron bull.

Her back was slightly bent, but her thinking was still sober, and when she heard Jiang Hua mention this, she suddenly glared, her essence flashed, and she refused without hesitation: "But a hundred catties of bones and old meat, after a hundred years, a few years earlier and a few years later, for the old woman, there is no difference." I won't go back, those people are more greedy than jackals for money, and these monkeys can't fight them. Anyway, I'm not going back. ”

Mother-in-law Three-Knife is talking about monkey hunters.

Poachers in general terms.

They specialize in hunting live wild monkeys and other wild animals and selling them at high prices.

After Granny Sandao moved to the Liquor Valley, she firmly believed that the terrain here and the owner here could shelter the wild monkeys and give them living space.

To put it bluntly, she has lived long enough, and she doesn't care about life and death, and her only thought is to settle this group of wild monkeys well.

This group of wild monkeys has really had a good time in the Liquor Valley.

Jumping and playing in the semi-enclosed valley all day long, following the wild monkey king, learning two tricks of winemaking. When Jiang Hua came in last time, he counted the number, and there were more than ten little monkeys in the past six months.

It seems that under the training of the mother-in-law of the three knives, these wild monkeys are about to turn into valley winemakers.

Loading the last bag of lychee wine onto the pickup truck, Jiang Hua pulled out a bag of food from his backpack.

This is a bag of mixed food, raisins, dried lychees, dried strawberries, and salty dried shrimp, scattered more than a dozen kinds, all of which are delicious homemade snacks.

Jiang Hua mixed them and brought a few packs with him every time he went out to satisfy the cravings in his stomach, which was healthy and delicious.

The shrimp come from the home ecological water bubble culture and are dried by the plant drying room.

Break off the shrimp head, and the shrimp shell will crumble as soon as it is pinched, leaving the shrimp flesh that is curved and tight.

One bite is stuffed into the mouth, chewy, and full of flavor.

Jiang Hua's amount of food, can eat one catty, not too much.

She carried the lychee wine, saw that the time was pressing, and she had to go back to the farm to move it into the wine cellar, so she planned to say goodbye to the mother-in-law of Sandao.

In the direction of Sandao's mother-in-law's vegetable garden, after taking three or two steps, a small brown figure slipped to her feet, quickly picked up the dried shrimp head she threw on the ground, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed happily.

This little guy saw that Lin Zeng stopped, and he was not afraid of people, his peach-shaped little face showed a humanized flattering expression, stretched his neck, and his bright eyes stared at the snack bag in Jiang Hua's hand.

Jiang Hua can see that this is a little monkey who was born this year, and his body size is slightly larger than that of Hongzai's master.

She squatted down, took out the snack packet she had just eaten a few bites, poured it in the palm of her hand, spread her palm in front of the little monkey, and waited for the little guy to move.

The little monkey was not polite, stretched out his paws, grabbed a handful, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The movements of this little monkey inspired Jiang Hua's association.

When the valley was cleared, there was not much food suitable for the monkeys, and one of Jiang Hua's jobs was to deliver food to them.

Fresh fruits are perishable, if they are put into the lychee tree drying room and dehydrated, is it suitable for them?

Thinking of this good idea, Jiang Hua did not skimp on the snacks in his hand, and directly shook off the whole bag, so happy that this little hairy monkey couldn't find the east, west, north and south, and squeaked.

After eating this pack of homemade snacks, Jiang Hua stood up, clapped his hands, and said to the little hairy monkey: "Little guy, I'm leaving, I'll bring you something delicious later." ”

When the little hairy monkey heard Jiang Hua's words, he was a little anxious, he straightened up, stepped on the ground with both feet, waved his thin arms, pulled Jiang Hua's trouser legs, and then "squeaked" twice, jumping into the depths of the valley.

The animal's heart is uncertain, Jiang Hua didn't care, went to the vegetable garden, found Sandao's mother-in-law, told him the plan of dried fruit, and then prepared to drive away.

"Squeak!"

The small brown figure jumped up the half-open window, holding a gadget in its small paws, and handed it to Jiang Hua with the courteous expression unique to monkeys.

Jiang Hua sat in the driver's seat and turned his head to see the green fruit that was not yet ripe and was only half the size.