Chapter Forty-Six: The Storm Rises Again

Speaking of which, what Zhang Shuting handed over to Qi Zhankui was nothing else, and he wanted Qi Zhankui to find a way to find the next class of soju masters on the way back from Shunde. Zhang Shuting meant, he is ready to replace Huo Luomao's group.

However, this time, Zhang Shuting was worried, and the worry was that the master who changed the soju was not only a big deal in the pot, but the key was, what was the problem? Why is it that if there is less wine, Holohair can make it suddenly drink less?

Therefore, early the morning of the second day after returning to the pot, Zhang Shuting went to the retort. In fact, as long as he doesn't go out, Zhang Shuting has to come to Yongkou first every morning. But at this time, it should be said, it is different from the past.

I saw Zhang Shuting coming to the retort, and Huo Luomao was also standing next to the retort, looking at the wine paste carried by the buddy from the cellar with a sad face, smelling, tasting and holding it with his hands. Needless to say, looking at it like that, the situation in this cellar is definitely not much better.

Huo Luomao saw Zhang Shuting coming, obviously wanted to say hello to him, but Zhang Shuting waved his hand, meaning what should he do. Then, Zhang Shuting walked straight towards the guy who was in the cellar pool.

At this time, beside the cellar, there were two men struggling to swing a wooden shovel and fill a rectangular basket with fermented wine.

The cellar is only a dozen steps away from the retort, Zhang Shuting is not very slow, Zhang Shuting walked from the position of the retort to that place, and the two guys just loaded the basket, and when Zhang Shuting walked there, the two guys had filled the basket and were about to go this way.

Zhang Shuting saw that if he wanted to say that the guy was working, he didn't say it, and every step of the operation was clear-eyed. It is said that the morale of the guys is enough, and it is here that they are enough.

And look at the cellar again, there are also two guys, who are also struggling to swing the wooden shovel, digging down the cellar little by little, and making wine up. The so-called fermented grains, of course, refer to the "fat" things in the cellar that have been fermented well and have not yet been distilled into the wine.

One of these two guys who "started the pool" is Huo Jinglin, the youngest son of Huo Luomao. Of course, Zhang Shuting also knows this Huo Jinglin, and the specific work is responsible for "starting the pool" and "stepping on the pool".

Of course, "starting the pond" refers to the fermented sake in the cellar, and the so-called "stepping on the pond" refers to stepping on the cooked grain that has been put back into the cellar and ready to ferment.

Of course, when Zhang Shuting came to the retort, he had not yet reached the process of "stepping on the pool", and Huo Jinglin was sweating and sweating with another guy in the "pool".

At this time, the pit has been "raised" to two-thirds of its appearance. Zhang Shuting didn't say anything. As usual, he called a guy to come up and jumped off the cellar to "get up" by himself.

Only this time, he didn't call Huo Jinglin to come up, but called another guy......

When he jumped down, he first carefully inspected the wall of the pool, on the wall of the pool, the layer of fermented mud that had already turned dark blue was intact, and then, he lowered his head, reached out and grabbed a handful of fermented fermented

At this time, Huo Luomao also came over with a wooden shovel, stood on the edge of the pool, and saw Zhang Shuting tasting it with his mouth, so he asked with a sad face:

"How about the owner, don't you feel bad?"

Zhang Shuting nodded.

It should be said that Zhang Shuting's soju experience is certainly not as rich as Huo Luomao's, but the ancestral things he got from his father Zhang Genmao must be inconvenient to talk to Huo Luomao.

However, seeing Zhang Shuting nodding, Huo Luomao became more anxious for a while. Of course, he was anxious, not because he saw Zhang Shuting nodding, but because he was very anxious, he sighed at this time:

"I've been making Holo Mao Shochu for many years, and I've always had a good eye, but for some reason, I encountered such a 'moldy' thing when I got old."

And again:

"It seems that my 'gas' for soju is exhausted, and I shouldn't eat this bowl of rice!"

Zhang Shuting looked up and smiled at him and said:

"It's not that serious, Master Huo, how to burn it, how to burn it, it will definitely get better!"

After saying that, he said:

"You'd better hurry up!"

Seeing that Holomao sighed and left,

Zhang Shuting also grabbed the wooden shovel left by the guy just now, and together with Huo Jinglin who stayed in the pool, he got up the pool. He even "got up" the pool and chatted with Huo Jinglin for a few rambling silences.

After all the remaining fermented grains in the cellar were taken out, Zhang Shuting carefully inspected the entire empty cellar again. After looking at it, in the past, at this time, Zhang Shuting would jump into the cellar pool, and the rest of the work would be done by the guys. But this day was different, he asked Huo Jinglin to go up and carry the wooden barrel, and he left it at the bottom of the pool.

Seeing Huo Jinglin jump into the cellar pool and leave, Zhang Shuting quickly bent down and opened a small urn buried at the bottom of the pool. I saw that the small urn was full of "yellow water" that was poured out during fermentation.

When Huo Jinglin went to carry the wooden barrels, he also took out the "yellow water" and then beat it back into the unretorted fermented fermented wine.

At this time, when I looked at Zhang Shuting again, I saw him bending over, first dipping his fingers in a little "yellow water", smacking on his tongue, then dipping a little more, smacking again, and after repeating it a few times, I saw that his expression was stunned.

But Zhang Shuting was stunned, but he didn't show his face. Seeing that Huo Jingshui brought a wooden bucket, he didn't say anything, climbed the edge of the cellar with both hands, and then with a lot of effort, the person also jumped up the cellar.

Because it is like this every day, Zhang Shuting's actions that Zhang Shuting thought were somewhat abnormal on this day were probably ordinary in the eyes of others, and they did not attract anyone's attention.

However, at this time, Zhang Shuting already faintly felt that there was indeed a problem with the cellars that Huo Luomao "burned", or that he didn't know what happened to Huo Luomao's youngest son Huo Jinglin, and connected these things with Zhang Lianqi, Zhang Shuting would not move to taste the "yellow water", and when he knew what Huo Jinglin's son was doing, and he couldn't see that there was a problem in all aspects of the soju, Zhang Shuting suddenly thought of finding the reason from this "yellow water".

I didn't expect to find a big problem. Only at this time, he still didn't know how the peculiar smell in the "yellow water" was formed. However, he was sure that the smell was not formed during fermentation.

Zhang Shuting thought about it almost all night, but he couldn't find a way to properly handle this matter.

Fortunately, the next day, Qi Zhankui also came back from Shunde. However, Qi Zhankui did not find a good soju team.

I didn't find it, on the one hand, the season is wrong, if you want to find a good shochu master, you have to wait until after the New Year. At that time, the shochu masters were still idle at home, easy to find; Another thing is that when I heard that I was going to go to Runquanyong to burn the pot and serve soju, those shochu masters were still a little timid.

Because we all know that the more famous the pot, if the kung fu on the body is shallow, it is difficult to get mixed up.

For a while, Zhang Shuting couldn't help but feel embarrassed, it seemed that he could only talk to Huo Luomao once, if it didn't work, he had to stop this retort for the time being, and wait for the spring next year.

But who knows, this talk actually caused a big storm again.