After midnight, the old and young had to quickly dispose of a basket of hawthorns whose skin had changed overnight. If tomorrow is just in time for the sun, then the hawthorn wine will be put on the altar, sealed with wax, and pasted with blessings...... It's like winning the lottery, and really choosing the best time to "invite you into the urn".

Tonight, Geng Ding peeled the skin and took the core less, while Gugu personally handled the last important link - selecting the pulp.

In the eyes of one less, hawthorn fruits can all look the same. However, in Gugu's eyes, she can clearly distinguish the difference, and she selects different grades of fruit.

Shaoyi and Geng Ding had tried to figure out her zero-error action by observing Googoo. However, according to the observation in the past few years, the two still don't understand, how did she do it?

Whenever Goo grabbed four soggy hawthorn berries from the basket with one hand, Shaoyi and Geng Ding would stare at the whole process with wide eyes.

Under the "prying eyes" of the two pairs of eyes, the other four fingers of Gugu except for the thumb are like spider claws, rubbing the four hawthorn fruits, like a rosary-like "spinning top".

In the blink of an eye, the fruits spun around in front of her big eyes, and somehow the chosen hawthorn berries would fall through the cracks of their fingers into the large wooden barrels below, while the remaining unsuccessful hawthorn berries would be flicked by the thumb of the coo and fall into the wooden basin at the door, where they became the ingredients for the pork ribs.

Compared with hawthorn wine, Shaoyi and Geng Ding prefer sauce pork ribs. Every time, when a hawthorn fruit flew into the wooden basin due to defeat, the two of them were secretly happy, and it seemed that they had seen the delicious hawthorn finished one after another sauce pork ribs being served.

After the fourth watch, more than half of the hawthorn fruit in the back basket had not been processed, and when Goo Gu saw this speed, he couldn't help but be anxious.

She turned around and wanted to urge the two, but found that Shao Yi and Geng Ding were working, obviously staring curiously at the movements of her hands, and their eyes did not blink.

Gugu secretly laughed and said, "I said the two of you, what time has it been, and you have only dealt with less than half of it, can you still help?"

The two of them hid their embarrassment, smiled bitterly and sped up the movements of their hands, and when Gugu turned around, Geng Ding Chong Shao squeezed his eyebrows and said, "After such a long time, Gugu found out that we have been observing her actions in picking hawthorns, and we are lazy and don't work." This only shows one point, Gu Gu is extremely focused when choosing the fruit, and I guess the mystery is probably in this word 'concentration'. ”

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head, and wanted to try it, he grabbed the four peeled and deseeded hawthorn fruits from his barrel, and began to imitate the shaking of his fingers, and several times in a row, all four fell back into the barrel. Alas, the imitation failed.

In Shaoyi and Geng Ding's view, each hawthorn fruit is the same, and they tried to distinguish it with the naked eye and with both hands, but they couldn't tell which one was the worse hawthorn fruit at all.

Gugu was not unaware of the "small movements" of the two of them chattering in a place she couldn't see, she finally couldn't help it, and while busy with the work in her hands, she said to Shaoyi and Geng Ding: "Actually, it was not as mysterious as you thought, as long as you calm down a little and pay attention to the density and uniformity of the particle distribution in the pulp, you can separate the fruit with poor flesh texture."

"In general, the texture of the flesh is a little better than that of the flesh that is not exposed to the light, and the particles are more sparse and uniform. You don't need to look at this, you can know it with your fingers. ”

Geng Ding tried it as he said, but in the end, the imitation failed.

Although Gugu told him about his own magic tricks, in the eyes of Shaoyi and Geng Ding, Gugu's little hands were still an unsolved mystery.

If Gugu uses her hands to screen hawthorn fruits is a technique that she has always done, then there is one more thing that is even more amazing.

Shaoyi and Geng Ding once watched the drunken Goo effortlessly break off the right ear of the bronze wine jar, and with a pinch of the index finger and middle finger, the right ear of the wine jar turned into dust and dispersed with the wind.

Geng Ding knows that this kung fu does not have the foundation to approach the initial realm, and he can't play it!

So, don't look at Gugu outside the home is just a polite, hard-working little girl, at home, because of her advanced skills, she has long been regarded as a professional who dominates the side by Shaoyi and Geng Ding, she often says the same thing in some areas, for example, how much salt she wants to put in the dish, that is, how much to put in it. The wild mountain mushrooms she doesn't like have never been on the stove.

......

When the last of the eliminated hawthorn fruit flew into the wooden basin at the door, it was also dawning.

Shaoyi poured four buckets of qualified hawthorn fruits into the large round sieve under the eaves, put his little hand on his waist, and watched the fleshy hawthorn fruits squeezed into the sieve one by one, with a happy smile on his face.

After breakfast, the sun came as scheduled. The hawthorn berries begin to enjoy the last sunlight before entering the urn, and the excess moisture is carried away by the sun. Gradually, a thin wax film develops on the skin of the pulp, which locks in the acid, the most important component of winemaking.

The acid starts, and the hawthorn wine begins to ferment. Fermentation has to go through a lot of links, at present, it still stays in the flesh, and after entering the urn, it will gradually change from the surface to the inside, and slowly undergo qualitative changes.

The pulp is crushed, sealed in wooden barrels, and enzymatically hydrolyzed...... It will take another two hours.

In this link, Gugu never asks people to help, and the seemingly simple process of chopping the pulp is actually extremely particular. If the force is too large, it will destroy the internal tissue of the pulp, and if the force is too small, it will not allow all the acid to flow out.

The scale of the strength in the hand, completely relying on the perception of the texture of the flesh of the hands to choose the appropriate strength, and the proper crushing of the flesh is the most important factor in whether the hawthorn fruit is fully enzymatically digested.

With many years of experience in making wine, Gugu's hands have a sensitive ability to distinguish between various types of pulp that can be made into wine.

When Coo saw that the hawthorn fruit, which had drunk enough sunlight, was beginning to soften, she gently and effortlessly pinched it with her fingers, allowing the acid to flow down her fingers into the barrel in a few milky white threads. The acid falls on the rock sugar residue that has been laid on the bottom of the bucket in advance, making a tempting "sneer" sound, which is the tempting sound of the sweet and sour encounter between the hawthorn and the rock candy.

Hearing this voice, Shao Yi and Geng Ding secretly glanced at each other, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and cooed, even if they didn't eat it secretly, peeking at rock sugar and hawthorn, it would be considered stealing!

The second bucket was also full, and only a small amount of pectinase was sprinkled to seal the bucket and enzymatically hydrolyzed, and Goo wiped the pulp on his hand with a handkerchief and looked back.

At this time, Shaoyi was still pounding the pectinase vigorously with the lycoris nest, sniffed it, and said, "It's fine enough, take it!"

When the hawthorn is sealed one by one, the sun has begun to set, by the afterglow of the sunset, less smell the fragrance of hawthorn, bursts of old wine aftertaste instantly into the nostrils, less as if he has seen that the altar is not "baked" wine is full of hawthorn tree traces.

This place in Xishan is different from other places, if there are white flowers here, except for pear blossoms, there are only hawthorn tree flowers, and they are all Gugu's favorite flowers.

Maybe it's because Gugu prefers the color of pear blossoms, hawthorn flowers and the color of moonlight. I remember one time, a basket of pear blossoms accidentally fell into the Ganhua Creek with a basket of flowers, and floated east along the stream. and so on.

......

Tonight, Geng Ding originally planned to temper Shaoyi and let him continue to practice the extremely boring "Tifir Wood Sword in Hand", wanting to boil his mind. On the one hand, I want him to know that this sword pavilion is not easy to get, and on the other hand, I want to really point to him, according to the current foundation, one less sword and person will only be disarmed by the female baby.

The eve of the cold dew was an excellent time to practice swords, and Geng Ding didn't want to let go of such an opportunity.

"Don't be in a daze, give the garlic hammer to Goo. With that, Geng Ding threw the silver fir tree to Shaoyi.

After a few days of hard work, coupled with the studious spirit of love and pondering, sure enough, the effort was not in vain, and Shaoyi really caught the flying silver fir steadily.

After Geng Ding's pointing, Shaoyi really made a lot of progress, he raised the sword in his hand, luck came out, and the sword was one. The whole weight is like a flying carpet in the air, not going, not coming.

After nightfall, the humidity continued to increase, and soon, a thin layer of water cream formed on the long eyelashes. And the heat was emanating from between the collar of Shaoyi, and the water cream on the eyelashes sprayed through the hot air, and once again condensed into water droplets, dripping down.

Shaoyi was independent in the moonlight, practicing kung fu, coo was filtering out fine hawthorn mud with gauze, Geng Ding heard that the grinding hammer of the lazy donkey was rhythmically beating the hawthorn pulp, making a sound of "Bangbang-", he said to himself leisurely: "Open the altar after February, and the wine will be released." ”

Just as Geng Ding was expecting to taste the new hawthorn wine before and after the heavy snowfall, he suddenly noticed something strange around him.

Since a black wind hit behind Geng Ding, Geng Ding could see at a glance that this black wind was exactly the same as the "big black" he encountered at the Thunder Pass.

Just as Geng Ding got up, the big black approached Shaoyi at a very fast speed, and when Geng Ding saw this, he shouted at Shaoyi: "Get out of the way!"

When Shaoyi heard this, he also saw the shadow of the black wind on the ground, and his intuition told him: This is the same thing as the "big black" he met in the forest, Shaoyi immediately clenched the silver fir in his hand, stabbed at the black wind, his arm was too short, and when he struggled to send it out, the silver fir was caught by Geng Ding halfway, and he continued to exert another force on it, straight to the "big black".

The black wind meets the silver fir wood, and it dissipates as if the imp saw the king of Hades.

Everything returns to the silence under the moon......

Geng Ding touched Shaoyi's little head, looked at his eyes that were not panicked, and made sure that Shaoyi was fine, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing the sound, Gu Gu saw Geng Ding standing beside Shao Yi, and asked eagerly: "What happened just now?" I was so frightened that the bamboo knots in my hand fell into the wine jar. ”

Shaoyi and Geng Ding tacitly said in unison: "It's okay, it's a vole." ”

"Where are the voles coming from this season? I can't lie, I'll be honest. Coo asked with a pout.

Before Geng Ding could speak, with the sound of the silver fir falling to the ground, Shao Yi had already fainted on the ground.

In just a few moments, Shaoyi's heartbeat and pulse had dropped to a minimum.

In front of the bed, Geng Ding put Shaoyi's hand back on the quilt and said to the frowning coo: "Although the pulse is very weak, it is not a big problem, it is just a little cold." Of course, if it weren't for the silver fir wood to block the attack, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

"What happened, what just happened?"

"It's a cloud of black smoke. Geng Ding's face became extremely solemn, and he looked at Shaoyi, who was breathing weakly, and said:

"Do you remember that five years ago, when I was seriously injured when I was sent to the Dayan River by my junior brother?

"Goo, you don't have to worry so much, judging from the pulse, one less is just a little cold. With silver fir wood there, the black smoke can't hurt one less. ”

"Are you sure we don't have to do anything?"

Faced with Gugu's unease, Geng Ding nodded.

......

Inside, the moonlight cast into the afterglow, and Goo reached out to cover Shaoyi with a quilt. The tip of his little finger touched Shaoyi's shoulder, and in an instant, Coo's hand was forced back by a cold air. Her eyes widened, thinking it was an illusion, and she touched Shaoyi's forehead again with the back of her hand.

"Oh my God!"

Coo-coo will come out.

She suppressed her nervousness strongly, she held her breath, and the middle finger of her right hand stretched out to Shaoyi's nostrils, and a faint air flow was still flowing......

She grabbed the middle finger of Shaoyi's left hand again, and it was as cold as a deep well in summer. Goo said hurriedly, "Oops, the one is already frozen." ”

Geng Ding was able to stabilize his mind and asked calmly: "What, one less, what's wrong with one less?"

"Old Dingtou, are you alright? Things don't seem quite right, do we have to do something about it. ”