Although Taiping Town is not big, but there are thousands of people, only this old man's family is self-brewing and selling, and the authentic wine shop business, and the profit can be imagined.

Although there were some farmers from nearby villages who would make their own wine and sell it in the town, and even some shops would go to other towns to buy some wine to sell, these did not attract the attention of the old man. Only, this uneducated girl made him feel threatened.

After all, if one day, this 'millennium wine' really opens, it will be a gimmick that is 900 years longer than himself, and he really can't accept it. Moreover, the courtyard with smoke and big iron pots that were stained almost every day really made him feel oppressive......

In the calm days, time passes slowly.

Taiping Town, which is at night, has never been prosperous. The simple life of sunset rests, only the oil lamp accompanies the toiling people.

In the courtyard of the courtyard, in the wine-making workshop, Yu Yu sat on a stool, staring at the wine-making utensils in front of him.

The two large iron pots, under the gentle firewood, distilled wine fell into the wine jar along the wood and bamboo.

In the workshop, in addition to the heat-resistant temperature, the aroma of wine wafts.

The sound of crackling firewood, the sound of churning water, the sound of wine flowing from the bamboo holes, and the rain listened carefully with his ears.

At her feet, the firewood was poured into the pot by the rain, so that the firewood was continuous, and she would come to the barrel from time to time to listen carefully to the boiling steam inside.

She worked hard, and every once in a while, she needed to shake out the hot water in the heavenly pot and replace it with cold water. Every once in a while, you have to taste the wine that comes out of the mouth and how it tastes. Every once in a while, the charcoal ash is pulled out and firewood is added.

After more than a year of hard work, she became more and more interested in the craft of winemaking.

Even, she felt that this was much more interesting than cultivating immortals......

This winemaking is actually very simple. As long as the grain is steamed and fermented in koji, after fermentation, it can be distilled with sake brewing equipment.

In just a few simple steps, that's how the wine came in.

But this seemingly simple thing made Li Yu put a lot of energy into it, and he still couldn't make a good wine that satisfied him.

In the past year, all the wine I have made is horse urine, even more horse urine than the horse urine brewed by the old man of the 'century-old wine'!

The sake he used to drink was made by monks, and although their refining methods were similar to those of mortals, they were all fermented and distilled. But one is a monk with divine consciousness and spiritual power, and the other is a mortal who can only rely on experience and craftsmanship, and the gap is naturally self-evident.

Without divine sense, just talking about this wine-making utensils made Yan Yu study for half a year.

There are two large iron pots, one is called the earth pot and the other is called the sky pot.

The middle of the pot and the cauldron are sealed with a wooden barrel, and the water in the pot is matched with the fermented sake in a good proportion, so that the firewood can be burned under the cauldron and filled with cold water to maintain the temperature difference between the temperature and the temperature in the sealed wooden barrel, and you can watch the distilled sake flow down the wooden bamboo at the mouth.

Such a simple thing, it took half a year for Yu to fully grasp the heat of each step, ensuring that he was familiar with it from the bottom of his heart.

However, this is only the process of distillation, the selection of the type of grain, the proportion of matching, the fermentation time, each step requires a lot of experience and years of precipitation. If you want to make the wine in your heart, you can't do it in a year and a half.

In the workshop, the rain of sweat slowly forgot a lot.

Dedicated to studying the winemaking process, she is really at peace, no longer entangled in returning to Tianxuan, and no longer needs to forget the battle of 'Changtang Pass'.

That day and night, looking through the books, experimenting with the food pairing, the liquor selected after the selection of liquor into fine wine in the distillation utensils, is really ordinary happiness......

In Taiping Town, it is still snowing heavily this winter.

In the cold winter, the people in the town have begun to go out inoften, and they stay at home to entertain their lives.

In that small courtyard, Yan Yu was alone in the wine cellar pool looking at the various grains that were fermenting, using the pen and paper in his hand to record their changes.

In the middle of the night, in the house, a wooden table, a charcoal fire, and a deerskin legging rain, he was holding an ancient book and reading slowly: "The aroma of wine is sorghum, the sweetness of wine is baogu, the wine is clean and heavy rice, the wine cotton is glutinous rice, and the wine is bran......

Silently studying various books, she would stop from time to time to record the words that she felt useful, so that she could think about them again in the future.

In the middle of the night, it was not only Yu who stayed awake at night.

In the courtyard of the 'hundred-year-old wine' in the middle of the alley, the old man was holding the ancient family heirloom and secretly checking it.

"August osmanthus with wolfberry powder, the aroma is light, the taste is mellow... Mmmm, if you make this wine, you must have no worries......"

Nodding, the old man picked up the warm tea on the stove, and thought to himself: "That uneducated crazy girl, this time grandpa will let you know what is called family heirloom wine......"

Winter and spring, the calm Taiping Town, as in the past.

The big drama on the stage of one side was staged repeatedly, but the 'thousand-year-old wine' at the end of the alley still had not opened.

Dressed in red, he often goes out through the side door and goes to the major shops, selecting the grain that has just been produced that year, as a proof of his wine-making move.

'Hundred-year-old wine', there is still not much change, although the wine in the town is basically supplied from the old man. But he has always worked alone, and he has never hired a day job.

Doing a wine shop business in a small Taiping Town, although it can't be said to be a daily income, it is also one of the best deals in this town.

He has always been alone in the liquor store, and he has never seen anyone visit him when he is old. But everyone who got closer knew that he had a son, but the two had different concepts and had no contact.

This year, this old man who sells wine has temporarily closed the 'century-old wine'. When he returned, he had a smug smile on his face, and behind him there were wagons pulling things wrapped in black cloth, and no one knew what they were. But some of the older people know that the craftsman who was famous throughout the 'Kingdom of Meng' has returned......

When Yan returned, it was autumn.

In Taiping Town in October, all the major restaurants put on a kind of wine, its name is 'Osmanthus Brew'!

This 'osmanthus brewed' wine has a mellow taste but is not intoxicating, and the lips and teeth are fragrant after drinking, and the aftertaste is even longer. As soon as it debuted in major restaurants, the price was slowly rising. From 50 wen a pot at the beginning, it quickly rose to 500 wen a pot. And, it began to have a priceless market.

The old man who made this 'osmanthus brew' is a 'hundred-year-old wine'.

Triumphantly, it also made him make a lot of money, and even signed agreements with major restaurants, this 'osmanthus stuffed' had to be sold to restaurants, not privately.

At the beginning of this year, the number of osmanthus trees in Taiping Town began to increase, and the old man who sold wine no longer passed by the door of the 'Millennium Wine', because he knew that no matter how many iron pots were burned and how much food was wasted, he could no longer shake his position in Taiping Town.

Time is in a flash, and it is autumn again in Taiping Town.

This is the fourth year that Yu Yu has come to Taiping Town, and the girl in her early twenties has finally changed her appearance.

The delicate red embroidered clothes have been transformed into red cloth clothes. The beautiful black hair is also tied into a thick braid. These are just to facilitate their own going to the countryside and entering the fields, nothing more.

The white skin and bright eyes have not changed, but there is an extra wine gourd around her waist, and every time she takes a sip, she is no longer tasting wine, but tasting her own wine-making process.

Now, the rain in a red cloth coat, every time she talks and talks, she reveals her capably and heartily, so that everyone who sees her respects 'Boss Di'......

The liquor shop of this 'boss of the 'boss' has not yet opened, but the major shops in the nearby villages and Taiping Town already know that she is serious about buying and selling liquor stores, after all, so much grain is sold to her every year, which is worth a lot of silver.

It's just that these people who sell grain to the rain are also very curious from time to time, this 'boss buys' a lot of grain every year, but they have never seen the 'thousand-year-old wine' sell a glass of wine......

The wind blows the wheat waves, and in the golden fields, the rain is barefoot, with his sleeves rolled, and he selects plump sorghum as the first bowl of wine for the opening of his wine shop.

In fact, as early as the second year of studying the sake brewing process, the rain has already made fine wine that can be opened for business. Although it is not as good as the immortal wine that I used to drink, it is still extremely simple to kill the 'hundred-year-old wine'.

It's just that what she didn't expect was that the old man actually brewed such a fine wine as 'osmanthus brewing'!

At first, Li Yu didn't care about this wine, but as the reputation of this wine became famous, Li Yu had to ask someone to buy it and taste it secretly.

This tasting doesn't matter, it is enough to make the rain dumbfounded, and I only feel that the wine I have made has become horse urine again! The 'osmanthus brewing' made by the old man is enough to compete with the immortal wine, and it is not strong, but mellow.

Puzzled, Li Yu bought a lot of 'osmanthus brew', hoping to find out the secret, but he couldn't get the point.

Since then, the opening of the 'Millennium Wine' has been delayed for another two years. After two years of hard work, she finally made a fine wine comparable to 'Osmanthus Brewing'.

Although it cannot be said which is stronger or weaker between the two, Li Yu is confident that only his own fine wine will definitely cause a sensation in Taiping Town once it comes out, and it will be enough to share the general business of 'century-old wine'!

The wind blew slightly, and he was stuck in the paddy field with his feet reluctant to destroy any grain, and his hand was playing with the ears of wheat, looking in the direction of the setting sun, and muttering to himself: "Dead old man, wait... This year is your last insolence......"