Fusang and Shantao County are surrounded by mountains and small towns, with dozens of large and small wineries.

Shantao County has a complex terrain and is one of the most important fruits and agricultural products production sites in Fusang. In addition, because it has a large number of mountains, the water here is sweet and clear, which is very suitable for winemaking.

However, the most common ones in Shantao County are actually not sake wineries, but various fruit wineries, the most of which are wines.

The Baifrost winery, which mainly operates sake, is located in this place and can grow stronger, so it naturally has its own advantages, and Kinunu can also be said to have made an indelible contribution.

But Kinunu actually stopped brewing wine himself a long time ago. Most of the wine he released to the public recently were brewed by his apprentices.

Today, Kinunu suddenly planned to make wine again, and even summoned all his students back, which made everyone wonder and overjoyed. For the sake world in Fusang, this was undoubtedly a grand event.

There are many disciples of Kinunu. The oldest is in his sixties, the youngest is in his early forties. At this time, they all wore work clothes and headbands, and looked like they were trying to fight with others.

They have long been masters in charge of the government, and many of them have even opened their own wineries or been hired by other wineries.

But Master Kinunu called out, and they all gave up their jobs and ran back.

Master Kinunu has an independent winemaking studio in Shifrost Winery, half the size of an ordinary workshop. At this moment, several students in their fifties are sweating profusely, shaking something like a mill.

Sake actually comes from the state rice wine, but the biggest difference between sake and the state rice wine is that the sake brewing uses fine white rice.

The so-called essence and whiteness means grinding out all the outer skin of the rice, leaving only the crystal clear rice heart.

It is precisely because of this that sake is very clear, which is different from the color of the rice wine in the state - it also loses a lot of flavor.

When making sake, you need to be about 75% white in essence. Some high-end sake will be as white as 35%. Now Master Kinunu’s request is perverted, and you need to make these rice pure to 8% white!

Moreover, this process is completely done by each of these master-level winemakers.

The snow-white rice was so white that only a little bit of rice was left. Then these apprentices stared at their faint eyes and carefully selected them.

Thousands of kilograms of white rice were left in the end, and this was the raw material for this winemaking.

Before the rice was white, someone came over there sweating profusely and reported: "The snow water taken from the top of the mountain has melted and filtered..."

Just as these people were sweating profusely, Takeda was huddling in his office and called Zhuang not far away: "Yes, Master Kinunu is making wine. Are you going to come and have a look? But... well, okay, I'll go open the door for you."

Takeda came to the front door and instructed a companion to talk to the security guard to distract him, and then he quietly walked to the door.

"No need." Zhuang Buyuan said something on the phone, and then Zhutian heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. He turned around and saw three jin and four jin jumping into the wall. There was still a person sitting on Sanjin's shoulder. Who wasn't Zhuang Buyuan?

"Where are they making wine?" Sanjin asked in a muffled voice.

Every time he saw Sanjin, Zhutian was so scared that he trembled from the bottom of his heart, and he quickly pointed in the direction of the factory.

Siliang grabbed him one by one, carried him to the factory.

This winemaking factory is similar to other factories, with some very high windows. At this time, the windows were half open, and the sound of Kinunu shouting faintly came from it.

"Master Kinunu is losing his temper..." Takeda knew that his role was to translate, and he translated obediently.

Zhuang Buyuan sat on Sanjin's shoulder and lay on the window and looked inside. He saw Munu's disciples taking dozens of kilograms of white rice out of the steamer.

"Master, this is the strain that our institute has reproduced and isolated as you told me, and re-proportioned!" A man who looked like a technician respectfully presented a sealed bottle.

Kinunu took it carefully, poured the strain into the cooled rice and stirred it gently.

He is old and stirring dozens of kilograms of rice is also a physical job. He sweats like rain for a while, but he doesn't need to stir it for too long. After five minutes, he called his apprentice: "Go, pour it into the heating bottle..."

The heating bottle is a kind of hot bucket. In traditional crafts, it is stirred and fermented until the yeast is multiplied in large quantities.

The apprentices looked at each other. This step is a traditional music production. It usually takes at least two or three days. It only takes five minutes. Is the master so confused?

"Master..." Several apprentices looked at each other.

Kinunu said proudly: "I recently invented a new way of brewing wine, and you can do it according to my order!"

"Yes..." Several apprentices did not dare to ask too much, so they acted as ordered as soon as possible.

After putting the stirred white rice into the heating bottle for a few minutes, a sweet smell suddenly floated out.

A bunch of Aspergillus is growing rapidly, covering the entire rice barrel.

The apprentices were all stunned: "Why are you so fast!"

"Master, what's your solution?"

"Master, this is a miracle! How could it be so fast!"

Kinunu stroked his beard and smiled: "This is the skill I have studied hard over the years. You can witness the miracle later."

"Shameless! Shameless!" Zhuang Buyuan curled his lips. Did he regard the rapid fermentation effect of the strain as his own credit?

"Master of the Manor, I'll go in and tear him!" Sanjin was upset when he saw Zhuang Buyuan, and licked his lips.

"No hurry, no hurry, he will not succeed this time." Zhuang Buyuan smiled.

Even if you get the strains from the manor, no matter how you copy or reproduce, you will never be able to achieve the magical effect in the manor. Most of their magical effects come from the power of the blood of time.

Sure enough, after the first wave of sweet fragrance came out, there was no movement for a long time. Mu Zao frowned and walked to the wooden barrel. He looked inside. He saw that there were large black and blue spots in the white Aspergillus oryzae that had just passed.

Other molds have also begun to reproduce in wine.

"Master, what should I do?" Several apprentices first saw the black mold spots and became anxious.

What about witnessing the miracle?

When Kinunu saw the black mold spot, he was immediately angry. He kicked over and kicked the hot bucket directly, and said angrily: "A group of idiots must have mixed mold when you steamed rice before! Bastard! Bastard!"

Facing the furious Kinunu, the apprentices didn't dare to say anything more, just knelt on the ground and packed the raw materials all over the ground.

Outside the window, Zhuang Buyuan almost burst into laughter. What about the confident look just now?

However, Kinunu was not the one who gave up easily. Next, he prepared again, and let his apprentices sweat and re-eat the white rice and steam it. After a round, several hours passed.

Zhuang Buyuan had been impatient and almost fell asleep. Then he saw Munuo bringing another jar and pouring the strain inside.

After a few seconds, the sweet fragrance reappeared, but without thinking, in less than ten minutes, there were large black mold spots inside.

"Bastard! Bastard!" Kinunu kicked the rice angrily, then slapped it a few times, almost slipping. The technician who breeds the strain next to him hurriedly held him, but he slapped him backhand: "Bastard! What did you breed my strain like!"

The technician hurriedly lowered his head and apologized, almost begging for mercy.

"You idiots, there is no use at all! I will do it myself this time!" Kinunu shouted angrily.

The apprentices bowed their heads and dared not speak, for fear of angering Kinunu.

Mu Mengqi hummed and prepared a small portion of rice, at most two kilograms of rice. Several apprentices wanted to help, but they were driven away by him stubbornly and angrily.

Then, not far from Zhuang, I saw Munuo quietly pulling out a pack of strains from his pocket, and sprinkling them into the rice while people were not paying attention.

After only ten minutes, the snow-white strain began to grow wildly.

Kinunu was happy: "It's done! It's finally done!"

His apprentices looked at Kinumau in amazement and the small container he held in his hand. In Kinumau's hands, the white rice turned into liquid almost visible to the naked eye, and the sweet fragrance made people almost sucked their noses.

As time goes by, the fragrance not only does not dissipate, but becomes more and more intense. After a long time, it turns into a short-term smell of rotten eggs, and then a stronger fragrance spreads out.

"It's done! It's done!"

"It's really done!"

"Master!Master!"

"Miracle! Miracles!"

Kinunu's disciples were all shocked. Could everything in front of them really be a miracle?

They all burst into tears, and even crawled on the ground, shouting "Dixin God".

And Kinunu was also possessed by the dramatic spirit, raised the container in his hand with both hands and shouted: "Thank you for the God of Winemaking, thank you for the favor of God, for allowing me to brew such peerless wine! I have died without regrets in my life with this jar of wine!"

His disciples were even more fanatical, shouting that the God of Baccarat came to the world, and the protection of God was like a group of old charlatans.

Looking at Kinunu's tears in his eyes, Zhuang Buyuan deeply felt what "art" is!

It turns out that this is the so-called art of winemaking!

Zhuang Buyuan really understood what routine is this time!

Kinunu summoned his apprentice back, but in fact he just asked them to be a testimony, but he didn't want them to share the slightest honor with him. He did it on purpose on his own failures until the last time, and it was only successful in making them all by himself.

Moreover, it was such a magical success in front of everyone!

And at this moment, he is the living God of Baccarat!

Fusang Dionysian!

In the factory, several apprentices crawled to Fusang and said enthusiastically: "Master, this kind of fine wine is a treasure for the country. We should build a museum..."

"No, no, how enough museums are, we should build a wine temple and offer this wine for people to admire."

"The master is simply the God of Baccarat in the world!"

"Master, being your disciple is my greatest honor in my life!"

"No..." Kinunu shook his head, "No matter how good the wine is, it is for people to drink. I have already won the will of heaven to make this wine. From today on, I will wash my hands. You will bring this jar of wine to a tasting meeting in three days and drink it with you all."

"master!"

"Don't persuade me anymore, I'm determined!"

Zhuang Buyuan was shocked when he heard this. Damn, this trick is too deep.
To be continued...