Chapter 87 Let’s go and sell rice wine
A day and a half later, the second batch of wine was ready.
The sweetness and wine taste of Hu's mother are similar to the one bought in Fucheng, but the taste is slightly clearer.
Yan Qiu's wine is even more amazing. Shuiqing, who doesn't like to drink rice wine but only likes to eat fermented rice, is almost in love with rice wine.
After comparing the wine yield, Shuiqing is very satisfied.
Others are even more satisfied.
After the winemaker was finalized, the production began to increase. After all, it was to be shipped to Fucheng for sale, and it was impossible to make one pound of rice at a time.
But after all, it was only the second time to make it, and I was afraid that it would go bad and waste rice, so I made it in batches of small quantities, ten pounds of rice at a time, let it cool, mix the wine yeast, put it in a basin, and move it into the house and wrap it with a quilt.
Shuiqing estimated that the weather now is hovering around 20 degrees, and the fermentation time of fermented rice is best at 30 degrees, so it still needs to be wrapped in a quilt to speed up the fermentation.
When it gets colder, it will be moved into the kitchen.
The foundation of the house has been laid, and the whole house, including the chicken coop, rabbit coop, and pig pen, has been dug for drainage.
It took several days, but Shuiqing and Fan Jin both felt it was worth it.
Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. It takes time and effort now, but it will be more comfortable in the future when there is no water accumulation in heavy rain.
The day before loading the wine, Fan He hired an older boy in the village for five cents a day, and went to his own bamboo mountain to cut bamboo to make bamboo tubes.
Each one cost two cents, and Fan He worked very hard.
The hired boy also worked very hard!
On the day of selling rice wine, the whole family, including Hu's mother Hu Wenhua, got up before dawn.
Hu's mother first went to the kitchen to light a fire and boil hot water to wash, cook corn porridge, and scoop out small pickles to go with the porridge.
Fan went in to cut grass and feed the cows.
He also wiped the cart that was washed clean yesterday carefully again.
In the food business, cleanliness and hygiene are very important.
The thatched house became even darker. Hu Wenhua easily carried the wooden barrel water tank in the main room to the open space outside the house and placed it.
"My uncle is so amazing! My brother and I lifted the water tank together, but my uncle easily lifted it alone." Fan He said enviously.
Hu Wenhua grinned and said, "When you grow up to my uncle's size, you can have the same physique as my uncle!"
Fan He looked at his uncle's sturdy and strong body, and then looked at his slender father over there, lowered his head and said nothing.
If he could choose, he would rather have a body like his father.
Fan Jiang is now a smaller version of Hu Wenhua. After hearing this, he looked up at his uncle and nodded heavily: "I want to be as strong as my uncle!"
The uncle and nephew grinned at the same time, and their body shapes and expressions were exactly the same.
As soon as Shui Qing came out, he saw two grinning strong men in the cool morning light and was startled.
She yawned and warned: "Don't scare people."
It would be bad if you scared people.
Hu Wenhua:......
Fan Jiang:......
"Mother, can I filter it with a layer of gauze?" Xinghui shouted worriedly.
She was not good at making wine, but she could still help.
Shuiqing took a look and said, "It's OK as long as there are no rice grains in it."
She turned to Hu Wenhua and ordered: "Little brother, when Xinghui is done filtering, you move half to the kitchen."
"Okay!" Hu Wenhua replied crisply.
There were many people, and everyone was busy for a while, and the sky was slightly bright.
Hu's mother had already served the corn porridge and put it at a temperature that could be eaten, and shouted: "It's time to eat!"
Everyone rushed to the kitchen.
The refreshing corn porridge, paired with refreshing pickled radish and salty and crispy kohlrabi shreds, made everyone full and satisfied.
After breakfast, Shuiqing started to cook wine.
If the rice wine is not boiled, it will continue to ferment rapidly, and the taste will change after a short time.
But if it is all boiled, the taste of the wine will be much worse.
In the past, the women in the Jiangnan water town summed up the best taste, half of it is boiled and half is not boiled, mixed together, so that the taste of the rice wine can be maintained without continuous fermentation.
After everything was ready, Fan Jin drove in front, Hu Wenhua followed the ox cart, and Fan He sat on the cart and waved to his family.
"Wenhua, your brother-in-law is a scholar, remember to open your mouth more when you sell." Hu's mother reminded again worriedly.
"Aniang, don't worry! I used to look after Dad's pork stall, and I know how to attract customers!" Hu Wenhua turned around and shouted with a smile.
Fan He supported the wooden barrels to prevent them from shaking, and replied to his grandmother: "There is also me, the wine brewed by the eldest sister is so good, I will make sure it is sold!"
Not only the wine must be sold, but also these bamboo tubes!
Two cents a piece, how much money can be made from the bamboos on the whole mountain?
The key is that a large number of bamboo shoots will grow next spring, but no one will eat them. The raw bamboo is useless, and the bamboo roots are almost spreading to other hills.
Hu's mother just smiled comfortingly at what Fan He said, whether to believe it or not.
The child is only eight years old, and he went along just to join in the fun. How can you expect a child to sell wine?
She looked at her son, still a little worried, and asked her daughter worriedly: "My son-in-law is a scholar, and he is thin-skinned. Your brother is not smart either. Do you think you can sell it?"
Today is the first time to sell rice wine. I didn't dare to make too much, and I didn't bring much. The filtered rice wine is about fifty kilograms.
Shuiqing is very relieved. Fan He is not afraid of the stage, and he has a strong desire to study. In addition, she has taught him a few tricks in the past few days, so selling dozens of kilograms of rice wine is enough.
"Yan Qiu's wine tastes good, so it must be easy to sell."
Hu's mother was still worried, and kept saying, "God bless us, please sell all of them."
If all of the fifty catties of rice wine were sold, the price in the city would be twenty coins per catty, and one thousand coins would be one tael of silver!
After deducting the cost of twenty-five catties of rice, there would still be seven hundred and seventy-five coins in revenue.
As for the two-coin bamboo tubes that Fan He got, Hu's mother didn't care at all. Who would spend two coins to buy a bamboo tube to hold wine? Wouldn't it save two coins if she brought it from home?
After just two days of hard work, she made more than seven hundred coins. Hu's mother felt that the money was so much that it was unreal.
Shui Qing's mentality was very good.
After all, she made much more money by selling Polygonum multiflorum and brushes in the mall before.
But this was the first time she made money by relying on her own skills, and she still wanted to know if the effect was good.
Today was the first time she sold rice wine, and she only brought fifty catties, which was less than one tael of silver after deducting the cost.
But if it sells well and Fan He opens up the market as she said, it will be available in large quantities later, and then it will bring in more than one or two taels of silver.
Yan Qiuxing replied that the four children didn't know that their mother was more worried, and she was just as worried as Hu's mother.
Can more than 50 kilograms of rice wine be sold?
Is the price of 20 cents per kilogram too high?
As for the bamboo tubes, two or three may be sold, but not many, after all, it costs two cents each...