"Is it okay in the end, wait any longer, the old man will go to bed!" The white-bearded old man yawned and said dissatisfied.

Liu Qingshu glanced at this old guy rarely, and shouted grievances for Mu Heng. What realm you have, what kind of sleep you want.

Mu Heng didn't care much about him, and did his own thing. Once the iron pot is made, you can start making high-quality sake.

In his heart, anyone who loves wine can't resist the moisturization of spirits, and the stimulation of the throat will bring him a new experience, so Mu Heng is completely sure of this game.

Based on the perception of people who love wine, I will never say anything bad about this wine, after all, spirits are not drunk for nothing, and this is not how heroism comes from.

Mu Heng asked Liu Qingshu to stay here, and he returned to the wine cellar, looking for materials that could be used as raw pulp.

According to his experience, the most suitable for making high-grade liquor is sorghum wine, carefully checked the wine jar on the ground, Mu Heng smelled and smelled, and finally determined that the jar under his feet was indeed sorghum wine, so he picked it up and rushed back.

"What do you do with the old man's wine?" The old man stared at the wine jar in Mu Heng's hand, making sure that it was his own.

"Borrow and use. As long as the seniors wait patiently, the juniors will never let the seniors down!" Mu Heng replied with a smile.

"Preferably so!"

No more nonsense, Mu Heng continued to ask Liu Qingshu to find gauze, Zhongtong's bamboo poles, and steamers, and then began the next stage of processing.

An iron pot is used to hold water for heating, called a ground pot, on which a steamer is placed, and then connected to a drainage bamboo pot in the middle to export the volatile wine steam.

On top of the steamer is another iron pot, called the Heavenly Pot, which is filled with cold water to cool the volatile wine vapor so that it can condense into liquid alcohol and flow out of the drainage pipe.

Just after the clay blast furnace just now, and after setting up the pot, Mu Heng unsealed the low-degree sorghum wine, poured it into the pot, and began to heat it.

Because the boiling point of water is 100 degrees, which is much higher than the boiling point of about 80 degrees of alcohol, after the pot starts to steam, it needs to be boiled over low heat to maintain the temperature in the pot so that the alcohol can evaporate and the water does not reach the boiling point.

As the heat rises, a rich aroma of wine emanates from the pot. I thought that Mu Heng was just an old man who was making a little trouble, but at this moment, he stared intently at this strange steamer.

"It's out, it's out!" Liu Qingshu couldn't help but scream when he saw that water began to flow out of the end of the drainage tube. Only when she is with Mu Heng will she be so excited and happy.

Mu Heng poured out the first stage of the first pot of wine, and continued to start to pick up the wine behind. This is the origin of the two-pot head that people often drink, and the first pot wine cannot be drunk, so it is not a pity to pour it out.

Looking at the crystal clear liquid flowing from the end of the bamboo pole, the old man's keen nose soon smelled the rich mellow fragrance, a strong wine fragrance that had never been smelled lingering on the tip of the nose, it was simply a kind of enjoyment, but also a kind of torment.

couldn't help but swallow his saliva, the old man seemed to have forgotten his bet with Mu Heng, but looked at the wine in the small bowl, and wanted to grab it and drink it.

Liu Qingshu didn't know what Mu Heng's purpose was, but she was holding the small bowl of wine, smelling the fragrant wine up close, and she was in a very comfortable mood.

Although there is no result yet, from Mu Heng's smiling face full of confidence, Liu Qingshu is already sure in his heart that Mu Heng has won. Because the old man I saw out of the corner of my eye had almost begun to drool.

"Little brother, this... This is... Is this wine?" The old man changed his previous attitude of not reluctantly, his hands kept pinching back and forth, and he tried to smell the contents of the bowl with some trepidation, and even the name of Mu Heng changed unconsciously.

"Wine, of course." Mu Heng replied.

"Can you... Can... Let the old man taste it first?" The old man asked tentatively.

Mu Heng was not surprised by his reaction, but took it for granted, people who are addicted to alcohol can still hold it at this time, which is already good.

Knowing that this old man loves wine like his life, Liu Qingshu shook his head helplessly, this

The guy is hopeless.

"Of course, it's just that when the seniors taste it, it's better to slow down!" Mu Heng reminded.

"Good.. Okay.." At this time, the old man was like a child who saw a toy, tiptoeing slowly close to the wine in Liu Qingshu's hand, as if the only thing in this world that was worth caring about was only those few sips.

Liu Qingshu didn't embarrass him, handed him a bowl casually, then picked up another bowl and continued to take the wine later.

Looking closely at the white-bearded old man, the hand holding the wine bowl trembled a little, first put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and a smell of wine entered from his nostrils, choking him a little uncomfortable. But it was this feeling that made him want to taste the "fine wine" he had never seen before!

As soon as the wine bowl was raised, the old man took a big sip. Seeing him so anxious, Mu Heng, who was already ready to stop him, was too late.

"Poof!" The wine he had just drunk was spewed out by him, and the smell of the wine was sprinkled into the furnace, seducing a rain of fire.

"Ahem.. Ahem.." This was followed by a rapid cough.

Seeing this, Mu Heng complained in his heart: "Good guy, tell you to slow down, choking."

According to Mu Heng's estimates, this bowl of two-pot head is at least sixty degrees, which is an adventure for people who drink low-alcohol wine all year round.

Liu Qingshu looked at the old man who reacted so strangely, and wondered in his heart, is this wine not delicious. Thinking that Mu Heng had a chance to win, she was a little shaken, and looked at Mu Heng worriedly.

Sensing Liu Qingshu's gaze and the worry in his eyes, Mu Heng replied with confidence.

"Good wine!" When the old man finished coughing, he praised it without hesitation.

When Liu Qingshu heard this, his eyes widened, and he looked at the old man incredulously, thinking that you have all squirted out, how did you taste this is good wine.

Then he looked at Mu Heng again, the other party's demeanor was undiminished, although Liu Qingshu was puzzled, he was also relieved.

"Senior, drink slowly, savor carefully!" Mu Heng persuaded again.

"No, this kind of liquor has to be drunk to be worthy of its intensity." The old man had an experience, and this time he took a big sip, but he didn't choke like the previous time.

Drinking, swallowing, swallowing, and stroking his chest with his hands, as if sensing the position of the wine in his stomach from top to bottom.

"Tsk... Yes.. It's so enjoyable that it's like a fire that burns into the throat and burns all over the body." The old man narrowed his eyes and carefully savored the refreshing sensation of the spirit.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and said with great satisfaction, "The lips and teeth will remain fragrant for a long time. This wine should only be found in the sky, and it is rare to smell it in the world!"

Liu Qingshu didn't expect the old man to give such an evaluation, and he couldn't believe that he, who was too harsh on the quality of the wine, could have such unreserved praise.

However, the stranger thing was not on him, but on the other side, it seemed that Mu Heng, who had expected everything earlier, how did he know this method of making wine, and how did he know that he would be able to conquer the old man in this way.

One question mark after another circled in his mind, but he couldn't answer it, and Liu Qingshu once again indulged in Mu Heng's abyss-like secret.

During this period, the cold water in the heavenly pot was changed several times to ensure its cooling effect, and finally after the sorghum puree in this jar was reprocessed by Mu Heng, only less than one-fifth remained.

Taking out the wine jug he carried with him, Mu Heng unceremoniously filled a full jug.

"What are you doing?" The old man was still immersed in the aftertaste of the wine, and when he noticed Mu Heng's small movements, he immediately jumped over and snatched the wine jug from Mu Heng's hand with one hand.

"Don't do anything, just decorate the wine!"

"That's it? It's all mine, don't even think about it!" The old man was like a child protecting food, holding the wine jar and Mu Heng's wine jug in his arms.

"You're right! But the kid dared to ask his seniors, are you quite satisfied with this wine?" Mu Heng didn't forget the bet between the two.

"I'm quite satisfied." The old man was stunned when he heard this, and replied reluctantly with squinting his small eyes.

"That's fine, so we can say goodbye!" Mu Heng was overjoyed when he heard this

I'm going to get out of it.

"No, no, no, although this old man likes it, you two can't leave yet!" The old man flashed and stopped on the road ahead of Mu Heng.

"Senior, what are you doing?" Mu Heng secretly screamed in his heart, but his face was silent.

"The old man didn't say anything, so he let you go. Your wine is just a spirit wine to compensate for the old man, but this crime of trespassing on my Demon Cloud Sect's rudder has not been offset." The old man touched his beard and smiled, he liked this kid in his heart.

"Demon Cloud Sect?" When Mu Heng heard these three words, he didn't expect to be guessed by himself, and glanced back at Liu Qingshu, who was also looking back at him with a pair of smiling eyes.

Since it is the Demon Cloud Sect, then Mu Heng has a bottom in his heart. We're followed by your old man's boss, so there's nothing to worry about.

"Not bad. The old man will not embarrass the two of you, as long as the two of you work here for the old man for three years, and refine all the wine here with your method called "distillation", then let the two of you leave, and never break your word!" The old man looked like a fairy, but he didn't expect his heart to be so black.

Mu Heng was amused in his heart, he had only been in this other world for four and a half months, and this old man had set a three-year period at once, how would he mix in the future?

"What a sanctimonious old man, so broken his word and fat." Liu Qingshu also seemed to be angry with this old man's shamelessness, no longer hiding behind Mu Heng, and stepped forward to reprimand him sharply.

"Where did the little girl come from, she dared to speak to the old man like this!" The old man never thought that this little girl would dare to scold herself.

Mu Heng stood silent, expecting that Liu Qingshu was going to go crazy, and calmly watched the show on the side.

"Yo!" Liu Qingshu screamed lightly, followed by an elegant turn, and immediately changed into the black Jinzhuang dedicated to the sect master, and after he stood up, he sneered condescendingly: "Hate the helmsman, what a great majesty!"