While Tang En was making the distiller's yeast, Durandon, Clotho, and the surrounding Dwarves had been watching with wide eyes, but …
They couldn't understand.
However, it was precisely because they couldn't understand that they were even more curious.
It seemed that what he was doing had nothing to do with brewing wine, but after seeing Tang En make those things, he looked relieved. Didn't that mean that what he was doing now was very related to brewing wine?
So they watched even more attentively.
Tang En didn't care about them and continued to busy himself.
The distiller's yeast was in place, and the next step was to use magic to fully steam the barley, then move it into the fermentation tank and sprinkle it in the freshly cultivated yeast to start the saccharification fermentation.
If it was a normal fermentation, it would take at least two or three days, and then move it into the fermentation tank for a second sealed fermentation. However, with the help of Nola, it was completely different.
The little girl's life force could catalyze this process, making the fermentation complete in a short time.
[Nola, help.]
[Okay, what should I do?]
[Just give me the power to control it.]
Tang En once again borrowed Nora's power to catalyze the fermentation. At the same time, the Mage's Hand continuously stirred the steamed barley, allowing the distiller's yeast and barley to be thoroughly mixed. Under the catalysis of the life force, the already cold barley began to heat up and ferment again. When the time was about right, Tang En directly used his magic to wrap all the barley, completely isolating it from the air, and catalyzed the fermentation again.
The second fermentation process was relatively long, but under the influence of Nola's power, it was completed in less than an hour, and at this time, it was only noon.
When Tang En opened a gap and smelled the strong smell of alcohol inside, he finally smiled.
It was enough to ferment to this extent. If he didn't steam the wine now and continue to ferment, it would soon become vinegar.
So Tang En withdrew Nola's life force, moved the fermented barley into the distiller, connected it to the condenser, and started to steam the wine.
Due to the convenience of magic power, the steps of steaming wine were not as complicated as those on Earth. Tang En could control the water flow and the flame very precisely. The effect of the condenser was even more outstanding under the effect of ice magic.
When the boiling steam passed through the grain and took away the alcohol in it, the condensation tube next to it began to flow out the alcohol.
There was about a hundred catties of barley steamed in this pot. Although the alcohol yield rate of barley on Earth was about 30% to 40%, it was almost impossible to produce 40% pure alcohol. The ones that were steamed later were bland. Tang En tasted the alcohol that was steamed in the end. It was actually more than 30% alcohol. In the end, there was actually more than 40 catties of pure alcohol. The alcohol yield rate was shockingly high!
Tang En fermented a lot of barley at the beginning, so he simply steamed it all out in one breath. In the end, he got more than 450 catties of barley liquor, of course, it could also be called barley liquor.
Smelling the barley liquor that had just been steamed and still exuded the aroma of grain, Tang En began to swallow his saliva, not to mention the dwarves around him who were fond of wine. One by one, they stretched their necks, widened their eyes, and tried to get closer to the front. Their noses were vigorously inhaling the aroma of wine in the air.
Tang En was not a wine lover, but he would occasionally drink some white wine when he attended some gatherings before. However, ever since he tried to steam white wine himself, he would chuckle when he saw the so-called pure grain wine sold on the market.
The real pure grain liquor could be drunk just by smelling it and tasting it. Just like this barley liquor, it had a strong wheat aroma, and it was even more comfortable and soft in the mouth. Pure grain liquor should be like this.
And the so-called pure grain liquor sold on the market? Not mixing it with industrial alcohol was already a conscience …
Next to him, Duranden and Clotho saw that Tang En actually steamed liquor, and it was a liquor that they had never seen before. They were both stunned.
Smelling the strong barley aroma, the liquor worm in Duranden's stomach was hooked. He eagerly looked at Tang En: "Tang En, what kind of liquor is this? Why is it so fragrant? "
Tang En faintly smiled: "It's brewed with barley, of course it's barley liquor. But this is barley liquor, which is different from beer."
"Barley liquor … Can I try it?"
"Of course you can, but this liquor is strong, you-"
Duranden didn't wait for Tang En to finish speaking. He picked up the spoon next to him and scooped up a spoonful and poured it into his mouth.
The next moment, Duranden's eyes widened and he almost spat out the liquor in his mouth, but he didn't know if it was because he was reluctant, but he abruptly swallowed it back. After tasting it in his mouth for a moment, he swallowed it.
Then, he stood there in a daze, and his face quickly turned red.
"Can you make some for me to try?"
Clotho wasn't an alcoholic, but he was willing to try something new.
"Of course you can."
Tang En gave him some liquor and said with a smile: "Drink it slowly, you'll be able to taste it."
Clotho first took a small sip, then frowned, as if he couldn't accept the taste. After a while, he took another sip. This time, he finally tasted the strong barley aroma inside. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while before drinking it.
"It's hard to describe, the feeling in the mouth is very … soft, completely different from beer, but when swallowed, it's like a fire. It's very powerful, more stimulating than lava beer …"
Tang En also took a sip, shook his head and said: "Soft in the mouth, a line in the throat."
"I don't understand, but the taste is indeed very soft, and the strong barley aroma is very good, can you give me some to take away?"
Clotho seemed to like the barley liquor and asked Tang En for a small pot.
"Be careful, this thing can easily catch fire."
Tang En warned. He didn't know if it was because the barley and Aspergillus in Prandal were more overbearing, or because Nola's life force was too abnormal, but the barley fermented very fiercely, so the liquor that was steamed was also very high. From the taste in the mouth, he guessed that the liquor was about 60 to 70 degrees.
"This liquor, this liquor is really … great!"
At this time, Durand finally came back to his senses and rushed over to grab Tang En's hand.
Tang En looked at Durand inexplicably, making Durand incomparably embarrassed.
Durand coughed dryly and said in a serious manner: "Speaking of which, big brother …"
"Wait! Your father, Brian, calls me big brother, and you also call me big brother? "
Durand laughed: "Hey, it doesn't matter, we're all family, aren't we …"
"If you have something to say, just say it, don't hide it — speaking of which, can you let go of my hand first? It feels weird. "
Durand let go of Tang En and said with a dry smile: "That, Tang En, can you leave some of this liquor for me?"
"Let's talk about it later."
Tang En rolled his eyes in annoyance, then said to Glocka next to him: "Sorry to keep you waiting."
Glocka swallowed his saliva, but deliberately made a disdainful expression on his face: "Is it finally done? Hurry up and finish it, then I can go eat lunch! "
"Please."
Tang En smiled and handed over the liquor barrel. He was very wicked, and that barrel of liquor was the most fragrant and the biggest liquor.
"Humph, you're going to lose!"
Glocka's face was full of disdain, but he couldn't wait to take the barrel.
Tang En was speechless. Were all dwarves so prideful with their words and actions?
"Humph, let me try this so-called barley liquor you made."
Grocca opened the lid, and the strong aroma of wine that had disappeared spread out again. The surrounding dwarves eagerly watched Grocca enjoy a barrel of new wine alone, but they could only watch. Don't mention how envious they were.
"Gulp" Glocka swallowed his saliva again. After a few hours, all the beer he drank had been expelled, and the alcohol was gone. Now that he suddenly smelled such a unique and fragrant liquor, he almost couldn't hold back his urge. He raised his head and gulped it down!
He won …
Seeing Glocka drinking, Tang En showed an inexplicable smile. These dwarves were used to drinking beer, and they didn't know how powerful liquor was. Moreover, this was a liquor with a degree of more than 70%. It would be strange if he didn't get drunk.
As Tang En expected, after a few sips, Glocka suddenly put down the barrel and spat out all the liquor in his mouth. He began to gasp for breath, and his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Tang En said with a smile, "How is it? Do you admit defeat? "
"Bol- nonsense! The people of the earth never, never admit defeat! "
Glocka roared with his neck straightened, but he didn't realize that his tongue was too big. Not only did he stutter, but his feet also began to wobble.
Twain shrugged and gestured for him to go ahead.
After resting for a moment, Glocka gritted his teeth and grabbed the barrel again. He raised his head and drank under the gaze of all the dwarves!
But after a few sips, he couldn't hold on any longer. His hands went soft, and the barrel slipped out and rolled under the table. This was like poking a hornet's nest. The dwarves below the table who had been drooling for a long time immediately began to fight for it. At this time, they didn't care if the dwarves beside them were brothers or sisters. They desperately fought for the barrel just to drink a mouthful of the new wine.
"Get out of the way! That's mine! It's mine! "
"Get out of the way! I was the one who snatched it first! "
"Damn it! You took it away from me! "
"Damn it, I'm going to duel with you! I only tasted a little bit of it!"
"At least you tasted it! I just got it and it was snatched away. Bastard, who kicked my butt!? "
There was a commotion below the table, but Durandon had no intention of stopping it. He pointed at Glocka and suddenly laughed wildly. "Ahahahaha! Glocka, you finally have a day like this! Everyone, look, the drunkard champion Glocka is finally drunk! "
There was silence below the table. Everyone looked at Glocka in unison. Indeed, he couldn't stand still at all. His body was swaying, and if it weren't for the barrel next to him, he would have fallen to the ground.
But soon, their attention returned to the half barrel of wine, and they began to fight for it again.
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