"You stay here, and after a while no steam is spewed, come and call me. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Fang Haoran explained to Xiao Qi, his heart was heavy, and he used to lie on the bed for a while.

Xiao Qi obediently stood by the small stove.

As time passed, the aroma of the wine began to become more and more intense, gradually penetrating the house and spreading to the room of the Song family in the back hall.

Fang Song had just sent the guests away, when he suddenly smelled a strong smell of wine coming from his son's courtyard, his brows furrowed slightly, and he stood up and walked towards Fang Haoran's room.

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Song smelled a strong aroma of wine, Xiao Qi squatted next to the small stove, his little face was blushing and laughing stupidly, Fang Haoran had already fallen asleep on the bed.

Fang Song's brows furrowed slightly, and he stepped forward, "Xiao Qi, what are you doing?" ”

Xiao Qi tilted his head and smirked: "The young master asked Xiao Qi to look at the small stove, saying that it was distilling." ”

"Distillation?" Fang Song's brows furrowed even tighter, "Nonsense." ”

Fang Song is not a peasant girl who does not understand the world, but a young lady from a scholarly family, who has been familiar with various classics since she was a child, and has never heard of distillation.

"Haoran, wake up."

Fang Song walked to the edge of the bed and shook Fang Haoran awake.

"Why did you get here?" Fang Haoran rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up from the bed.

His son had just been admitted to the Xinping Martial Academy, and Fang Song couldn't bear to blame, so he could only persuade him: "Haoran, now that you are a student of the Xinping Martial Academy, you should work hard to learn martial arts." Don't study these sideways."

Fang Haoran was stunned, the feudal thoughts of the ancients really couldn't be pondered, "Mother, this is not a sideshow, but a way for our mother and son to make a living in the future." ”

Fang Song was stunned, "How do you say it?" ”

Fang Haoran patiently told Fang Song about the method of distillation and the effect of distillation.

After hearing this, Fang Song hadn't figured out what purification distillation was, but she was still very surprised, "Haoran, when did you start to understand these things?" ”

Fang Haoran raised his eyebrows and disguised: "When the child was reading a book a few days ago, he stumbled upon a book called "Heavenly Creation", which recorded many of these things. ”

In order to avoid being suspected by Fang Song by inventing other things in the future, Fang Haoran decisively moved out the "Heavenly Creation" written by Song Yingxing in the Ming Dynasty as a shield.

The book "Heavenly Creations" records textiles, planting, grain processing, iron smelting, wine koji, etc., which is very suitable for use as a shield.

"Heavenly Creations?" Fang Song pondered for a moment, "Who wrote it, why has Wei Niang never heard of this book." ”

"This..."Fang Haoran continued to lie, "An ancient great sage, the specific name of the child has forgotten. The book is nowhere to be found now. ”

In order to prevent Fang Song from continuing to ask, Fang Haoran blocked all the roads behind.

Fang Song also chose to believe in his son, after all, his son grew up with him since he was a child, and he rarely touched things outside, and he could distill and purify, which should have been learned from books. Other than that, there seems to be no more plausible explanation.

"No matter what, it's not hard for you to be a mother. You must distinguish between the important and the important, the imperial examination is the big thing. ”

Fang Haoran saw Fang Song's sad face, and hurriedly comforted: "Mother, the child makes wine just for the imperial examination. As long as this wine is done well, the money earned from the martial arts examination will definitely be earned. You used to raise your son, and then your son raised you. ”

The sentence 'son raises you' completely destroyed Fang Song's strong heart.

"Haoran, I've suffered you all these years."

"What are you talking about, our family's life will only get better and better in the future." Fang Haoran pulled Fang Song to the edge of the small stove, "Let's take a look at our wine first." ”

The charcoal fire in the small stove has been extinguished, and the wine in the iron pot has been burned dry. Xiao Qi was so dazed by the smell of distilled wine that he didn't notice that the fire had been extinguished.

Next to the small stove, a small porcelain bottle filled with a bottle of distilled liquor.

"It's so clear and transparent, it's really wine?" Fang Song looked at the small porcelain vase that Fang Haoran brought over and asked.

The wine of the Red Song Dynasty was relatively turbid, similar to a thick wine, and the first time I saw such a clear and transparent, water-like wine, Fang Song couldn't believe it.

The corners of Fang Haoran's mouth rose, and he picked up the small porcelain bottle and said, "I'll taste it first." ”

"Don't!" Fang Song blocked Fang Haoran, "This thing was made up by you based on ancient books, I don't know if there are any adverse reactions, so let Wei Niang come." ”

Fang Song snatched the small porcelain vase from Fang Haoran's hand, lowered his head and took a sip.

Fang Haoran naturally knew that the distilled liquor would definitely be fine, at most, his body couldn't bear the alcohol concentration, so he could sleep for a while. Therefore, he was not worried that something would happen to Fang Song's family.

Fang Song took a small sip, his brows furrowed, "It's so spicy... It felt like a fire in my chest. ”

Fang Haoran was a little surprised, he didn't expect Fang Song to look soft and weak, and he was so strong in his bones. People who come into contact with spirits for the first time usually drink with bared teeth, let alone a woman.

"Are you alright?"

Fang Song shook his head, "It's okay, there should be nothing wrong with this wine, it's just a little too strong." ”

"I'll taste it."

This time, Fang Song did not stop it, but handed the small porcelain bottle to Fang Haoran.

Fang Haoran took the small porcelain bottle and took a sip, a sip of strong wine went down his stomach, his chest was hot, and the whole person had a slight sense of dizziness.

"The concentration is a little lower, about thirty degrees."

Fang Song's cheeks flushed, "Haoran, are you sure this wine can make money?" ”

Fang Haoran nodded and said: "I have a lot of people who practice martial arts, and good wine is popular, this wine should be fine." It's really not good, we can sell a few bottles to try it out. ”

Fang Song agreed: "This kind of thing is indeed a lot more appropriate. ”

"By the way, you made this drink, and you should name it." Mrs. Fang reminded.

"Name?" Fang Haoran was a little stunned, he really hadn't thought about this matter, "What's it called?" ”

"Look, there are so many burning clouds in the sky, so beautiful." While Fang Haoran was thinking, Xiao Qi suddenly opened his mouth, and his white little finger pointed at the sky outside and smirked.

Fang Song looked out when he heard the sound, the sky was blue, and there was no burning cloud as Xiao Qi said.

"This kid must be drunk."

"That's right! Burn the clouds! ”

Fang Haoran had a flash of inspiration in his mind and said with a smile.

Fang Song naturally understood the meaning of his son's words, "Fire burns clouds... Not bad name. ”

The name of the burning cloud is settled.

When Fang Haoran observed his simple rectifier, he found many loopholes, which caused a large amount of wine to be evaporated, a large jar of wine, and finally distilled less than three taels.

"The child is making tools for processing wine at home, you go buy some wine and come back, let's try to make the fire cloud as soon as possible." Originally, Fang Haoran planned to let Xiao Qi buy wine, but unfortunately Xiao Qi was already drunk, and Xiao Qi was a little girl who went to buy wine, so she was easy to be deceived.

Fang Song wanted to speak and stopped.

"Child, here is the three taels of silver clothes that Yuan Feng lost, and now there are two or fifty dollars left. You take it and go buy wine. Fang Haoran knew that there was no money left at home.

"This..."Fang Song was a little embarrassed.

Fang Haoran comforted: "The child can't spend your money anymore, the child has grown up, and he should make money to support the family, can you help me." ”

When Fang Song heard this, he was very relieved and moved, his son is now more and more sensible, not only was he admitted to the Xinping Martial Arts Academy, but he also knew how to feel sorry for his mother.

"Okay..."Fang Song clenched the three taels of silver in his hand, "Mother promises you, I'll go and buy wine for you." ”

It was very difficult for the stubborn Fang Song family to make this decision, but her son's filial piety touched her, and she still silently accepted her son's kindness.

Fang Song went to buy wine, and Fang Haoran was about to start making distillation tools, and a small experiment before had exposed a lot of problems.

The stills had to be tighter, and the method of condensing the steam had to be improved to increase the amount of purification.

Xiao Qi's face was flushed, and he fell to the ground drunk, Fang Haoran lowered his head and picked up Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi's body was very light, but Fang Haoran held it extremely hard.

It's easy to catch a cold when lying on the ground, and now the family doesn't have extra money to invite Langzhong.

Putting Xiao Qi on his bed and falling asleep, Fang Haoran gasped, "The body is really weak, you can be tired and out of breath after walking a few steps with a girl, you must strengthen your physical exercise as soon as possible." ”

Fang Haoran, who turned around and walked out of the bedroom, didn't see Xiao Qi lying on the bed after he left, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The red fluttering face laughed, adding a bit of mischievousness.

Fang Haoran walked out of the bedroom, walked all the way to the kitchen, and found a spare rice cylinder, the rice cylinder was porcelain, like a cylinder, and the rice cylinder had a wooden cover, which was just suitable.

Fang Haoran used a small chisel to chisel a small round hole slightly above the rice cylinder.

Then he went back to the yard, built a simple stove with bricks, put the rice jar on the rack, and found a short bamboo pole, opened the joint, and inserted it into the small round hole.

The bamboo pole was inserted into the small round hole, and it was not tightly fitted, Fang Haoran used linen to wrap it around one end of the bamboo pole a few times until the bamboo pole was inserted into the small round hole and could not be pulled out.

"Haoran, the wine has been bought." Behind Fang Song, followed by a few men who looked like guys in the wine shop, they sent the wine jar into the small courtyard together.

"Mrs. Fang, a few of our brothers left first. If you have something to do in the future, just say hello. The man at the head clenched his fist at Mrs. Fang.

Fang Song raised his head, "Thank you, Brother Lin." ”

The man at the head hurriedly waved his hand, "What's polite, Ling Lang was admitted to the Xinping Martial Arts Academy, and he will be an official in the future, so you will also enjoy the blessings." When the time comes, I can mention our brother. ”

After a few more pleasantries, the man at the head left with his brothers.

Fang Haoran counted in the courtyard, there were a total of five jars of wine, and one jar should be distilled.

"You go and rest first." Fang Haoran saw that Fang Song had been standing aside and watching, and spoke.

Fang Song said with concern: "You are just recovering from a serious illness, you should not overwork, my mother is worried about you." ”

Fang Haoran's heart warmed, "Mother, don't worry, if the child is tired, he will rest." ”

"It's okay, that mother will go and see the little seven girls." Seeing that Fang Haoran insisted, Fang Song also agreed.

After Fang Song left, Fang Haoran picked up the wine jar and poured the bad wine into the simple still (rice jar) one by one. The capacity of the still is really not small, it can hold three jars of wine.

Closing the lid and wrapping it around with linen again, Fang Haoran began to light the fire.

There was a lot of firewood piled up in the courtyard, and with a few large pieces of firewood, the fire became more and more intense.

It took a quarter of an hour for the liquor in the still to boil.

Fang Haoran put an empty wine jar under the exposed end of the bamboo pipe, and then added some firewood, and waited for the wine to be served.

The fire was blazing, and the bamboo pipes began to drip wine, slowly converging into a small stream of water.

Fang Haoran presented a cup in a small cup and took a sip.

"The taste is similar to the previous one, and it seems to be a little higher than the previous one."

As time passed little by little, the liquor in the still was slowly evaporated, and Fang Haoran took the opportunity to bring the other two jars of liquor into it.

"How's it going?"

Fang Song walked out of Fang Haoran's room, still holding Xiao Qi in his hand.

Xiao Qi's eyes were hazy, and he pouted and looked at Fang Haoran.

"Almost, I estimated that five jars of bad wine can just process one jar of fire clouds."

Fang Song was not surprised by this result, "How do you plan to sell the wine, and how much is the price of the wine set?" ”

[PS: It's almost the New Year, I want to go home for the New Year, Xiong Xiong can only keep one shift every day, and two shifts will start after the year, I hope you don't blame!] 】