Muuma carefully took it over and poured the strain into the cooled rice, stirring it gently.
He’s a few dozen catties older, and it’s also a manual labor to stir it up. Soon, he will sweat like rain, but it won’t be stirred for too long. After five minutes, he called his apprentice "Pour everything into the heating bottle …"
Heating bottles are a kind of hot barrel technology, in which the yeast is fermented while stirring until a large number of yeasts multiply.
The disciples looked at each other. This step is to control the song. It usually takes two or three days less. This is only five minutes. Is Master crazy?
"Master …" Several disciples looked at each other.
Kimuma said proudly, "I have recently developed a new way of brewing wine. You can do it according to my order!"
"Yes …" Several disciples did not dare to ask more questions and acted according to orders.
Put the stirred white rice into the heating bottle, and a sweet smell suddenly floated out in a few minutes.
Clouds of Aspergillus are rapidly emerging, covering the whole rice barrel.
The disciples all froze. "How so fast!"
"Master, what is your solution?"
"Master, this is a miracle! How can it be so fast! "
Kimuma smiled. "This is what I have been studying hard for years, and you will witness the miracle later."
"The greatest talker! Shame! " Zhuang not far pie mouth this is the rapid fermentation of strains as their own credit?
"Master Zhuang, let me go in and tear him up!" Three catties see zhuang not far uncomfortable licking his lips way
"Don’t worry, don’t worry, he can’t succeed this time." Zhuang smiled.
Even if you get the manor strain, no matter how you copy and reproduce it, you can’t achieve the magical effect in the manor. Most of their magical effects come from the power of blood.
Sure enough, after the first wave of sweet fragrance floated out, there was no movement for a long time. The wooden frown came to the front of the barrel and looked inside to see that there were large black and blue spots in a piece of white Aspergillus oryzae just now.
His mold has also multiplied in wine.
"Master Da … What can I do?" Several apprentices first saw the black mildew and immediately became anxious.
What about witnessing a miracle?
Mumuma saw the black mildew spot and immediately got angry. He kicked the hot bucket directly and said angrily, "A group of idiots must have mixed the mold when you steamed rice before! Asshole! Bastard! "
In the face of rage, the disciples of Munuma dare not say a word, but kneel down to pick up the raw materials all over the floor.
Not far from the window, Zhuang almost burst out laughing. What about your confidence just now?
However, Munuma didn’t give up easily. He prepared another time for his disciples to perspire and steam rice again. It was several hours later.
Zhuang had been impatient for a long time and almost fell asleep. Only then did he see Mubog bring another jar and pour the strains inside.
After a few seconds, the sweet smell reappeared, but I didn’t expect that in less than ten minutes, there were large pieces of black mold spots.
"F * * king! Motherfucker! " Wood marsh angrily kicked over the rice and then ruthlessly stepped on a few feet and almost slipped. The technician next to the breeding strain hurriedly held him but was slapped by his backhand. "Bastard! What did you breed my strain into! "
The technician hurriedly bowed his head and apologized, just kneeling for mercy.
"You fools don’t even have any place! I’ll do it myself this time! " Munuma thundered
The disciples bowed their heads and dared not speak for fear of offending Kimuma.
Mumuma angrily prepared a small portion of rice at most two kilograms, and several apprentices tried to help, but he stubbornly and angrily drove them away.
Then not far from Zhuang, I saw Mubog quietly take out a pack of strains from his pocket and spill them into the rice while people were not paying attention.
After ten minutes, however, the snow-white strain grows wantonly.
Wood marsh merrily "became! Finally! "
His disciples gaped at the wooden marsh. He held the small wooden marsh in his hand, and the white rice in his hand almost turned into liquid with naked eyes. It was so sweet and fragrant that people almost sucked their noses in.
With the passage of time, this fragrance has not dissipated, but has become more and more intense. After a long time, it has turned into a short-lived rotten egg smell, and then a more intense fragrance is emitted.
"It’s done! It is! "
"It really happened!"
"Master! Master! "
"Miracles! Miracle! "
Munuma’s disciples were stunned. Is it really a miracle?
They cried "Dionysus" with tears in their eyes.
And Munuma is also possessed by his hands and raised his hand on the avenue. "Thank you, the brewer, for letting me brew such peerless wine! I’m sorry I’m dead when I get this jar of wine in my life! "
And his disciples are even more fanatical, shouting that Dionysus came to heaven to protect them, and they look like a group of old gods.
Looking at Kimuma’s tearful eyes, Zhuang not far away deeply felt what is called "art"!
So this is the so-called wine-making art!
Zhuang is not far away. This time, I really understand what a routine is!
Kimuma recalled his disciples to be witnesses, but he didn’t want them to share any honor with himself. The first two failures were deliberately made until the last time he did it himself.