He asked the man to make two more jugs of wine, intending to relieve the slander at his leisure. The guy didn't see him leave with the wine jug, his eyes widened, and he muttered in his heart: This person has too much alcohol, and after drinking three pots of wine, he seems to be nothing.

After Liu Yiwen left the Drunken Immortal Residence, he wandered around the market casually. This place is worthy of being a rich place in Dachu, so the town market is prosperous in business, all industries are prosperous, and it is a scene of living and working in peace and contentment. He felt the world in the hustle and bustle of the crowd and tasted the world's human feelings. It wasn't until the sun sank that he returned to the Taoist temple.

At night, the Taoist temple is very quiet, and occasionally some birds and insects sing and are pleasant. Before leaving, the master gave a bottle of "Purple Spirit Pill", which could make up for the progress of cultivation a little. There will be a lot of time in the future, and I am not in a hurry to take it for the time being. Tasting the wine during the day, he couldn't help but take out the ancient recipe of the spirit wine again and take a closer look. To say that the brewing of this spirit wine is somewhat similar to that of ordinary wine, but there are some differences in koji and raw materials, and the process is almost the same. He was a child, and this time he had a lot of time in the world, and he could try his hand at how to make wine. And if the raw material is replaced with ordinary grains, there will be no problems for him.

The next month was dull, and the bandits were quiet for some reason. Liu Yiwen's duty is to protect the Taoist temple, and he is happy to be happy if the bandits don't come to life. The pace of life slowed down, and he didn't think about cultivation, but experienced himself as an ordinary mortal. He took the time to buy some grains and utensils at the market and began his wine-making business. He pondered as he read a book, occasionally pondering for a moment, and more often picking up the utensils and operating them.

Now the backyard has completely changed: the hall is full of rice, beams, millet, wheat, millet, etc., like a small warehouse. There were also steamed grains in the kitchen, and clay pots and stuff on the table. There is also an extra dark room of the size of a zhang next to the dining hall, with only a small door, and the four walls are airtight without windows. The inside is warm, and in the middle is a dustpan about three feet in diameter, on which some rice is placed. If you look closely at the white or yellowish fluff on top of the rice, the room is filled with a strange aroma. Liu Yiwen carefully observed the fluff, and touched the temperature with his hand.

A few months later, the first wines he made came out. However, the taste was too different from his expectations, not only did he have a sour feeling in the mouth, but also the aftertaste was quite bitter, which made him depressed for a long time. He had a flash of inspiration, and felt that he was thinking so hard that he might as well consult the brewers here.

At noon the next day, the Governor's Pavilion.

Huayang Zhenren was a little surprised, this Liu Immortal Master had been in the temple for more than four months, and he didn't have any requirements on weekdays. I don't know why I asked for advice today. He was a layman, and he didn't know much about immortal cultivators, and he didn't know what could make immortals interested.

The two of them sat down in the hall and drank a small cup of tea. Huayang Zhenren said: "Yiwen is here today, I don't know what is going on?"

Liu Yiwen smiled embarrassedly: "This matter was made by my nephew when he had nothing to do." I myself was interested in sake brewing, so I fiddled with books in the house, but I realized that the brewing was not a good wine, and it was far inferior to ordinary wine. I once drank a fine wine called 'Yanquan Chun' in the drunken immortal house in the town, and it tasted quite good. I wonder if the real person knows the origin of this wine?"

Huayang Zhenren laughed and said: "It turns out that this is the case, Yiwen is actually so interested in this Tao! The Taoist family has a drinking precept, but I have also heard of this 'Yanquan Spring'." ”

Speaking of this, he paused, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and then said: "In this way, Wu Yuanwai is a pious pilgrim of my view, he has a wide range of contacts here, if I am correct, he is also familiar with this 'Yanquan Chun' winery. On the fifteenth day of this month, when he came to offer incense, I entrusted this matter to him, and I must have satisfied Yiwen. ”

Liu Yiwen was overjoyed and said: "Then thank you to the real person!"

Huayang Zhenren shook his hand and said: "Such a trivial matter, don't worry about it!"

Three days later, a man in his forties came to Liu Yiwen's house. This person was coarsely clothed, with only cloth and rope tied in a bun on his head, a few fine wrinkles on his face, and his skin was bronze. This is the brewing master introduced by Wu Yuanwai to Liu Yiwen.

"Master Lu, look at why the wine I brewed for the first time tastes so much worse!" Liu Yiwen said as he picked up the wine jug on the table and poured a glass.

"Wait for me to taste it!" Master Lu said with a smile.

He picked up the wine glass and shook it lightly a few times, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then took a little bit of wine, and the corners of his lips squirmed for a moment before frowning: "Childe, please forgive me for being blunt." This wine has insufficient aroma, thin body, sour before and bitter after, and can only be barely called wine. ”

Liu Yiwen laughed at himself: "The first time I made wine, I just drew a scoop from a gourd. I don't want to make something so unsuccessful. ”

Master Lu comforted: "Everything is difficult at the beginning, Gongzi will show me your winemaking place and I will give you some suggestions." ”

"That's great!"

Liu Yiwen led Master Lu around the backyard for about a cup of tea, and then returned to the front hall to sit down and chat.

Master Lu smiled faintly: "It turns out that Gongzi is really making wine for the first time, and this square inch of the backyard is indeed a bit nondescript. ”

Liu Yiwen said modestly: "Please correct Master Lu." ”

Master Lu drank the tea in front of him and said: "The backyard of the prince is just in its form, and he has not comprehended its spirit." I have been working in the winery with my father for more than 30 years since I was 12 years old. There are four things that are most important in this winemaking: grain, koji, water, and cellar. The grain is the flesh of wine, the koji is the bone of wine, the water is the blood of wine, and the cellar is the soul of wine. ”

Liu Yiwen's eyes flashed and said, "What does the master mean is that I haven't done these four things well?"

Master Lu said: "Although the grains selected by Gongzi are the best products, the proportion of this blend is still poor, and it also needs to be mixed with some rice husks, grain bran, etc. Although this song can be used but it is not a good song, if the son needs it, I can send you some koji cakes. It is better to use the water from the mountain spring, if the quality of this temple is too ordinary. As for the cellar pool, Childe didn't do it in a day. Our winery is an old cellar, at least 200 years old..."

Liu Yiwen listened carefully to Master Lu's explanation, and time flew by unconsciously and many hours had passed. After Liu Yiwen sent Master Lu away, he was in the front hall thinking about how to improve the winemaking process.

Winter goes to spring.

Liu Yiwen's winemaking skills have improved, and although the taste of wine again cannot be said to be mellow, the taste has a bit of the charm of fine wine.

At noon that day, he was scooping a scoop out of the jar and tasting it. I heard someone outside the courtyard shouting urgently: "Liu Gongzi! Liu Gongzi! The hall owner asks you to go immediately, saying that there is an urgent matter to discuss!"