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It is not uncommon for people in this era to struggle with nature all day long, and it is common for them to get physically injured. These injuries are also the reason why most people do not live long. Once the wound becomes infected, you have to rely on yourself. The odds of making it through are slim. Even if they survive, wounds that are not thoroughly disinfected are easy to leave the root of the disease, affecting their lifespan. Kuan's ex-husband died of a wound infection, so she was haunted by Kuan's injury.

Kuan has salt water disinfection, and now it is winter, and Wang Chuan's special care, so fortunately there is no wound infection.

Luck can be one or the other. It is impossible for Wang Chuan to treat every injury like his own father, so the necessary preparations must be made. Sake brewing has become a last resort.

There were many difficulties in making sake in this era. The low temperature in winter is not conducive to the brewing of sake.

For example, you have to make your own koji for sake brewing. The tribe also did not have suitable grain grain available. The sake brewing container is not prepared. Even if the wine is finally brewed, it is not easy to distill the alcohol.

Even with these many difficulties, Wang Chuan felt that he needed to try. The wound on the wide foot has not fully healed. Before, he was lying in a cave to recuperate, and it was unlikely that he would become inflamed, but now he runs into the iron room every day, and the possibility of inflammation has increased a lot.

Koji is a breeding ground for yeast cultivation and is the product of starch and sugar after mildew.

Wang Chuan dried and ground the soil poria cocos with sufficient starch to make it into powder, and the starch was available. It's just that this thing lacks sugar, and later generations used to add other cereal powders. Inpada Wang Chuan has it in his hand, but it's a seed, so he can't use it. After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Chuan remembered wild rice. They cooked the rice once, and then the tribesmen thought it was delicious, so they picked a lot of wild rice and put it in the cave. Wang Chuan felt that this thing could also be used to cook porridge to feed the sick and infants, and it could be kept for emergencies, so he left a lot. Now it's time to grind it up and mix it in as a sugar offering. Adding something like verbena will greatly increase the success rate of the crafting. Wang Chuan didn't have it in his hands, so he could only rely on these two things to naturally mildew.

Stir the two powders together and add a small amount of water. It is said that this process requires foot pedaling, for unknown reasons. Wang Chuan thought about it for a long time and felt that this process could not be ignored. So let Ling wash her feet and let her step on them for a long time. The tribe is what she likes to be clean, and other people's feet have stepped on Wang Chuan and they have to throw this thing away.

Ling was also happy to step on it, and finally made up for the entertainment he missed while making mud bricks.

After stepping on it evenly, Wang Chuan kneaded these semi-pastes into small balls and stuffed them into several jars. Clear out the ondol closest to the stove, and these jars and later brewing things are placed here. The temperature here is relatively high, so it should be more suitable for sake brewing. The rest is up to providence.

God is quite favored, maybe it is the reason for the addition of wild rice noodles, only one jar of koji is dry, one jar is stinky, and the others are successfully moldy, and there is still a smell of wine.

Take out the koji and dry it on the ondol, and the koji is ready.

The only thing in the tribe that is suitable for winemaking is the diosces. Later generations said that the sake made from this thing also had various health functions. Wang Chuan didn't expect it to be able to maintain its health, and God blessed it if it could successfully brew wine.

Cut the potatoes into pieces, knead them, steam them, sprinkle them with koji, put them in a jar or a clay pot, seal them with mud, and look at the providence again.

Seeing these high and low containers, Wang Chuan had the urge to re-fire the kiln. But when he saw the earth, which was as hard as a stone outside the cave, he had no choice but to give up. Again, there must be that sentence first. Let's improve the rest slowly.

Spring River Plumbing Fish Prophet. When the aroma of wine wafted up, the first thing I found was a baby elephant.

Now someone digs up fresh roots and stems to feed it every day, and its mouth has become extremely picky, and the roots that Wang Chuan prepared before that put it in the firewood room are a little dry, and it will never eat it again. Now it's cold, and the other mammoths are thirsty and are afraid that even the ice and snow will be stuffed into their mouths, but this thing will not, it will drink warm light salt water every day, and it will not drink when the water is cold and hot, and it will not drink if the salt is less. It's like an uncle.

Fortunately, after the murder incident, everyone also recognized that it was not just meat, and also accepted its problems. Even the mother will take a piece and a half of dried fruit stems and stuff it into its mouth from time to time, which shows how much it is spoiled. When this thing smelled the wine, it thought it was something new and delicious, so he stayed next to the wine jar and didn't leave.

The aroma of the wine reveals the mud seal. Deeply processed foods have a deep attraction to human beings. When Wang Chuan opened the first wine jar, the aroma of the wine immediately attracted most of the people in the tribe to watch. Wang Chuan pushed the baby elephant away and pushed the others away on the grounds that it was not cooked. You can't let them know what it tastes like until the alcohol is distilled, or they'll spoil it in one night, with the nature of these people.

Distillation later generations used inverted steamers or other complex equipment. At this time, although the tribe already had iron tools, Wang Chuan almost killed the tiger when he asked for a plowshare, so don't think about it if you want a pot.

Wang Chuan pondered for a long time, and finally decided to take advantage of the cold conditions in winter to get a simple distillation and condensing device.

After opening a long piece of bamboo, bend it by roasting it. Then one end is attached to the clay pot in which the wine is boiled, and the other end sticks out of the cave, exposed to the ice and snow. The steam of the sake will run out of the bamboo pipe, and when it is cold outside, it will condense into the liquor.

There were still some accidents in the process of steaming the wine. When Wang Chuan was steaming wine, he directly tied the baby elephant up, and tied the jar for receiving wine to the trunk of the tree to prevent any accidents.

As a result, the bark could not withstand the temptation of the strong smell of the liquor, so it climbed onto the trunk of the tree and took a small sip on the bamboo pipe. He choked on the spirits and fell off the tree, and then he had various drunken reactions such as flushing, vomiting, weakness in his limbs, and lethargy. The tribesmen were greatly frightened, thinking that he had been poisoned.

While Wang Chuan was secretly amused, he also took the opportunity to announce that these spirits were poisonous and could not be drunk, so they could only be applied externally.

In this way, he made a small half jar of spirits. After dividing the bamboo tube and jar, it is tightly sealed with animal skin wrappers and handed over to the spirit and mother respectively for safekeeping for trauma treatment.

Leftover drinks are the supreme delicacy for the tribesmen. Everyone had a small bowl to taste. Not to mention the mellow aroma of the wine, the smoky and warm feeling after drinking it makes people love it. After the newcomers of the tribe knew that this was something brewed from the potato plant, they all said that the weather was sunny and went out and dug up all the potato grass on the land of the former dolphin tribe.

The baby elephant ate half a pot of sake lees, and shook his nose innocently, looking particularly docile and cute.

Wang Chuan cooked a pot of broth with sake lees, and the mellow taste in the meat was even more unforgettable.

But no more. My mother saw the value of these things very shrewdly, put away the remaining wine and lees, and threatened that whoever made meritorious contributions would be able to eat and drink these things in the future. Since she had eaten more salt, she had one less means of encouragement, and the tribesmen were much lazy. Now that she has wine, she thinks it's okay to get the tribesmen to be diligent.