The so-called water drops began to fall rapidly to the bottom of the bottle, and the ticking sound became a beautiful movement.
"Is that it?" Otto couldn't help but ask as he looked at the mist.
"That's it, Dad. And Uncle Klavasen!" Rurik said proudly.
"What's next? Are we just waiting? Also, is the thing flowing in the pipe water or wine?" Otto's question was very pointed, and Klavasen also had the same question.
"Of course it's wine! It's not just wine. Maybe, I should call it the elf in the wine."
"The elf in the wine?" Otto felt that his son's words Very novel.
As a last resort, Rurik also needed to teach them about the concept of alcohol in public.
"Water droplets" kept flowing out of the copper tube. Due to the controlled amount of slow-burning charcoal, the ale in the distilling bottle always maintained a temperature close to boiling, which happened to allow the alcohol to evaporate quickly. temperature.
Rurik’s little figure danced around under the attention of pairs of eyes, and the words he spoke were even more interesting.
"Our ale is like iron ore. The most important thing in iron ore is iron. The really wonderful thing in ale is...alcohol."
Very sensitive to nouns Klavasen suddenly became serious: "Alcohol? A new word?"
"Yes." Rurik stamped his foot, "I will now name the spirit in the wine alcohol."< /p>
To be honest, when Rurik said this word, in the eyes of others, it was like making up a new word. The original meaning of the word alcohol is "distilled product of wine". It is the language of Dashi, and it exactly refers to alcohol. Now this concept has not spread to Western Europe at all, let alone Northern Europe.
Nordic tribes believe in the existence of elves. They describe elves as sacred objects flying among flowers. In a sense, they are actually a beautiful understanding of bees. Because honey, which is regarded as a standard by everyone, is also harvested by brave men who risk being stung all over their bodies to destroy wild beehives. The extremely sweet feeling naturally makes people have different emotions towards bees.
The best concept Rurik could think of for them to understand was to describe alcohol as "the elf in the ale."
Since he forced himself to come up with the most appropriate words, he did not change them.
Klavason immediately accepted the word. As a senior craftsman and even an old guy whose fingers had touched the edge of modern chemistry, he completely understood Rurik’s words and even felt that the child’s explanation It's wonderful, as if everything is not a "miracle" as it seems, but completely complies with some inherent principles.
Klavason and Kawei listened with all their ears, because the words were spoken by Rurik, and they regarded these remarks as the truth.
What Rurik dictated here was equivalent to junior high school physics knowledge, and it was the introductory kind. Knowledge seems a bit low-end, but it is a higher understandingThe cornerstone of knowledge.
While listening to Rurik's description, Klavasen was repeating it in his mind and trying to understand: "The elemental composition of water, alcohol is also composed of elements. As long as the correct temperature is given, the water stays, and the alcohol It flew into the copper pipe and turned into something similar to water. The temperature must not be too high? Haha, is it for me to twist the neck of the bottle hard? ”
Klavason and Kawei listened with great interest precisely because they had learned the more correct "modern atomic theory" from Rurik and now basically understood the essence of distillation.
But Otto, he frowned tightly, and an unbearable sense of loss arose spontaneously.
Because, Otto had never imagined that almost all of them were Norse words. When combined with so many words, he could not understand what his precious son said. The two senior blacksmiths, however, kept smiling and nodding, as if they understood completely.
Otto does not understand, but understanding atomic theory is really not important to him as a leader.
While Rurik was trying his best to gain scientific knowledge, the distilled and condensed liquor kept dripping, and the floor of the large collection glass bottles was covered with a thin layer of it. .
Everyone with a discerning eye can clearly see at this moment that the turbid ale is bubbling, and the increasing amount of liquid in the other collection bottle is actually almost pure transparency.
Rurik continued the introduction, and he even directly explained the molecular composition of alcohol!
In the past, his knowledge of popular science would have been like fantasy.
Many things have changed now. Rurik has two confidants, Klavasen and Kawei. Currently, these two are the only ones who believe in "atomism" as the truth.
For Otto, waiting became quite boring. He could not intervene in the chat between his son and the blacksmiths, and he could not even understand what they were talking about. He just stared at the liquid that magically appeared in the bottle, watched the continuous ticking of the copper tube inserted in it, and kept smelling the aroma of wine that was still permeating the bottle, hoping that the liquid would accumulate more and more and then he could enjoy it.
Finally, after a long wait, Otto felt that his waist was about to break from sitting for too long.
"Rurik! Stop talking nonsense with them."
"Ah? Dad, something is wrong?!" At this time, Rurik had to interrupt his obscure speech Popular science.
Otto stomped the ground boredly: "How long will it take for you to finish? I'm still waiting to drink your best wine."
"Wine? That's what's in there. ." Rurik pointed casually.
At this time, Otto couldn't help but frown, because the wine was still too little.
"That's it, forget it. Children, blacksmiths, keep going, I want to go out for a walk."
"Huh? Dad, you don't wait any longer. ”
Otto shrugged, “I’ll come back when it gets dark, Rurik, and you must satisfy me then. At least, your good wine must be able to fill the entire oak.cup. ”
Filling an oak cup with fine wine? To be honest, it’s quite a challenge.
Since his father personally purchased the ale for him to try, he should indeed enjoy the service of fine wine.
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Rurik agreed and promised to complete the task. Judging from the current situation, he felt that if the distillation continued until dark, there would be only a little alcohol left in the ale.
That’s it. In fact, Rurik's distillation system really solved the problem of distillation. Its distillation efficiency is very bad, but it still distills a lot of real distilled wine.
The volume of oak barrels specially made by coopers to hold ale often exceeds fifteen liters.
The capacity of a barrel of ale purchased by Otto Lian has reached twenty liters. It's huge. The wheat crumbs in the wine make the wine extremely yellow and turbid, and the wine has a strong bitter taste.
Beer is also a kind of ale, the ale of this time and space. There was very little foam and the brewing technology was average, so the alcohol that Otto bought from the merchant was only slightly higher than five degrees.
This barrel of ale contains a liter of pure alcohol.
p>Rurik is not a brewer. He can estimate how much alcohol the barrel of raw ale contains, but he cannot estimate the alcohol content of the wine in the bottle.
He is certain that the liquor is very pure, far from pure vodka.
Only vodka distilled to 95°C or above can be called "water of life." ", after all, the way to drink vodka itself is to mix it as a base liquor. Since people can brew alcohol with amazing purity, it was only then that the term "vodka" really came into being.
What exactly does vodka mean? Vocabulary? Its original meaning is closer to the concept of "wine with almost no water", but the pronunciation of this word is somewhat similar to the Latin word vida, which means water of life.
However, what was produced in Rurik's crude system was indeed a kind of spirit. Since the temperature during distillation could only be estimated by looking at the bubbles with eyes, a large amount of water vapor was mixed into the liquor.
The steam produced at the beginning is indeed almost all alcohol vapor, but as the distillation enters the later stages, the proportion of water vapor becomes larger and larger.
The alcohol content of a barrel of ale. Rurik made predictions from the beginning. When there was almost no liquid dripping out of the copper tube, Rurik paused the distillation operation.
“Klavasen, let’s pause. You pour the ale out of the bottle now, and we'll replace it with a new one. "
Klavason was surprised: "Why? Should we waste? I see there's still a lot of ale left, and I'd rather drink it myself. ”
“This ale is no longer useful. If you don’t believe me, you can taste the rest. I can guarantee that it is only bitter and has no flavor of wine.” ”
Klavasen found it very strange.The child has almost never drank alcohol, but today he behaved like the most senior drunkard in the entire tribe. Wearing thick leather gloves used only for blacksmithing, he splashed the hot ale residue directly on the gravel floor outside the blacksmith shop with great luxury.
Clavason actually licked some of the residue in the bottle, and the conclusion was exactly as Rurik predicted - it looked like wine, but it was just a turbid, bitter juice.
Clavason’s tongue did not deceive his head, and Rurik did not expect this result.
That is, when distillation reaches the final stage, the alcohol in the wine is almost completely distilled, and all that remains are the most difficult substances to distill. The composition of these tissues is very complex. If they are said to be wine, they really taste like wine. In terms of material composition, they are really not ethanol.
Where did the alcohol go? Klavasen naturally thought of the liquid in another bottle, which was almost as high as a knuckle on the flat bottom. It looks like Rurik's metaphor, just like the iron in iron ore has been completely separated from the slag. What’s in that bottle is the “slag” of ale!
Using only a small bottle, you are trying to completely distill a barrel of ale in an afternoon? It's so ridiculous.
Otto wanted to drink good wine, but before that he did not publicize his son’s experiment. Although he did not understand his son's words, he completely trusted his son, so the glass of magical wine at night must be exclusive to him as the leader.
Otto did not tell the tribe about this, so he called a few guys to patrol the rough streets of the tribe to observe the life of the tribe and even evaluate the elders who had been mobilized by his son's money. Are the weak tribesmen really working seriously?
The sky finally dimmed, and Otto arrived as promised. He came with a skewer of grilled fish in his hand, on which were put more than twenty delicious herrings that were grilled and sizzling with oil.
Needless to say, this is actually a gift he received from his tribe as the leader.
He is wearing this robe and is holding a skewer of grilled fish in his hand. The look of him skewering the skewers is really sloppy and rough. This is completely different from Rurik, who is as clean as a legendary forest elf.
Rurik, he also thought his father looked very funny.
Otto had just entered the blacksmith shop, and his first priority was to look for the legendary wine. His eyes were still sharp, and he immediately saw what looked like water contained in the large glass bottle.
"Dad, you are finally back." Rurik greeted subconsciously.
"Where's the wine? Is it in the bottle?"
"It's right there." Rurik pointed casually.
"Okay, let me drink it quickly."
Otto didn't hesitate at all. He stuffed the fragrant grilled fish into his son's hand and walked straight towards the glass. After filling the bottle, the cork was simply removed.
The leader’s move startled Klavasen, who was about to continue speaking. He originally had too much to say, but nowI had no choice but to approach it with a glass in hand.
"Chief, this is all the best wine! It's half a barrel of ale that's concentrated to get the most critical essence."
"Oh? Really? I... ...I can already feel it. Let me drink it!”
Rurik can really feel the wine in the glass bottle. As a man of action, Rurik had already tasted his own masterpiece. He took a few licks of it himself, while Klavason, the old guy, at least took a nice sip.
Klavasen drank, Kawei also drank, and even Lilia took half a sip.
Now, it's Otto's turn to try it out.
But this attempt required the blacksmith's family to distill the precious liquor in an afternoon to completely enter the belly of the big leader.
Although Rurik felt something was wrong, it was too late now.
Because based on his own estimation, the alcohol content of this spirit must be Erguotou level. If the old father wants to drink tons and tons of water, he will probably be a "two-pound brother".
It seems that "Brother Erjin" doesn't matter much? However, which madman in this time and space can have such a drinking capacity? Wu Song, who was fighting the tiger, drank countless bowls of rice wine before he got himself drunk. If he just held Erguotou and drank it, he would be paralyzed for one pound or two. After that, he would fall asleep and the tiger would grow a head. tone.
In Rurik's view, the distilled liquor he currently produces is still at the level of earth-burning. Although it is already a strong liquor, there is still huge room for improvement.
However, he somewhat believed that his old father might be in a state of hangover soon after drinking the masterpiece of the blacksmith shop all afternoon.
Although a person's drinking capacity can be increased with practice, that is a story for another day.
A glass with lugs is filled to the brim with wine, and the smell of wine in the air becomes more fragrant.
At this moment, Otto held the glass bottle in both hands. His old face with a huge beard faced the treasure in his hands. Suddenly, an indescribable sense of distortion arose.
He looked down at his son who had already stepped forward: "Rurik, is this still ale in my hand? Its smell is unprecedented!"
"Dad, try it . I think you will fall in love with it in the future, hehe."
"Okay! This is the gift you gave me, and I really feel it." Seeing the preciousness of the thing in his hand, he opened his mouth wide and used an extremely rough way, just like he used to drink ale from an oak cup or a horn cup. Now he still drank half of the cup.
Because just when he smelled the full aroma of wine, a strong desire to drink it completely dominated his head. His mouth was already full of halazi.
However, the moment the wine entered his mouth, he realized how stupid his actions were.
Otto swallowed the sip of wine without even tasting it.Then he opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "Ah! Ah! What kind of wine is this?!"
Rurik was shocked, and Klavason and Kawei were even more confused. measures.
"Chief, are you...are you okay?" Klavason tested weakly.
Otto’s big mouth finally closed, his left hand kept rubbing his belly, and he spoke slowly; “It’s really... a magical feeling. I feel as if I have eaten a meal. I have never had such a warm and spicy feeling in the whole onion. Now, I feel warm in my belly, so comfortable.”
Otto’s old face was also filled with happiness, needless to say. It's a delicious drink.
He held the wine glass and took a few cautious sips, closing his eyes to experience the intensity of the wine and the warmth after it entered his stomach.