The so-called water droplets quickly fell to the bottom of the bottle, and the ticking sound became a beautiful movement.

"Is that so?" Otto couldn't help asking, looking at the mist in the clouds.

"That's it, Dad. And Uncle Clavasson!" Rurik said proudly.

"What's next? We're just waiting? Also, is the pipe flowing, is it water or wine?" Otto's question was very acute, and Clavasson had the same question.

"Of course it's wine! It's not just wine. Maybe I should call it the spirit in wine."

"The spirit in the wine?" Otto thought his son's words were very novel.

As a last resort, Rurik also needed to publicize their concept of alcohol.

"Water droplets" have been dripping out of the copper pipe. Because the amount of slow-burning charcoal is controlled, the ale in the decanter has been maintained at a temperature close to boiling, which is also the temperature at which the alcohol can quickly evaporate.

Rurik's small figure has a pair of eyes watching and dancing, and the words in his mouth are more interesting.

"Our ale is like iron ore. The most important thing in iron ore is iron. The real beauty in ale is...Yes."

Cravason, who is very sensitive to nouns, suddenly got serious: "? A new word?"

"Yes." Rurik stomped his feet. "I will name the spirit in the wine now."

To tell the truth, Rurik said this word, in the eyes of others, it is tantamount to creating a word. The original meaning of this word is "the distilled product of wine." It is the language of the big food, and it refers to alcohol. Now this concept has not spread to Western Europe at all, let alone Northern Europe.

The tribes of Northern Europe believe in the existence of elves. Everyone describes elves as sacred objects flying in the flowers. In a sense, they are actually a good understanding of bees. Because the honey that has been treated like a standard by everyone is also the result of the warrior who risked being stung to destroy the wild beehive and hunted it. The extremely sweet feeling naturally makes people have different emotions towards bees.

The most comprehensible concept Rurik can think of is to describe alcohol as "the elf in ale."

Since he forcibly proposed the most appropriate vocabulary, he didn't change it.

Kravasson immediately accepted the term. As a senior craftsman, or even an old guy whose fingers have touched the margins of modern chemistry, he fully understood Rurik's words, and even thought the child's explanation was wonderful, as if everything It's not a "miraculous" it seems, it's completely abiding by some inherent principles.

Clavassen and Kawei listened eagerly, because they were speaking by Rurik, and they took these remarks as truth.

What Rurik is dictating here is equivalent to junior high school physics knowledge, or the kind of introductory one. Knowledge seems a bit low-end, but it is the cornerstone of higher knowledge.

While listening to Rurik's description, Kravasson was repeating it in his heart, and tried to understand: The elemental composition of water, and alcohol is also the elemental composition. As long as the correct temperature is given, the water stays and the alcohol flies into the copper tube and changes again. It has become a water-like existence. Must not be given too high temperature? Ale must not boil? Haha, let me twist the neck of the bottle hard to drain?"

Kravasson and Kawei listened with gusto, precisely because they had learned a more correct "modern atom theory" from Rurik, and now they basically understand the essence of distillation.

But Otto, he frowned tightly, an unbearable sense of loss spontaneously arisen.

Because, Otto couldn't think of it, almost all the vocabulary of Gnostic language, the combination of many vocabulary, the words of the baby boy could not understand what he said. And the two senior blacksmiths kept smiling and nodding, as if they understood them completely.

Otto doesn't understand, but knowing atomism is really not important to his leader.

Just as Rurik was desperately screaming for scientific knowledge, the condensed liquor after distillation kept ticking, and was stunned by the flat ground covered with large glass bottles for collection, and there was already a thin layer inside.

At this moment, everyone with a discerning eye can see that the turbid ale was thrown in the bubbling, and the increasing liquid in the other collection bottle was almost pure and transparent.

Rurik continued to introduce, he even directly explained the molecular composition of alcohol!

If in the past, his knowledge of popular science is tantamount to fantasy.

Many things have changed nowadays. Rurik has two confidantes, Kravasson and Kawi, and currently only these two people hold "atomic theory" as truth.

For Otto, waiting became quite boring. He couldn't intervene in the chat between his son and the blacksmiths, and he didn't even understand what they were talking about. He stared at the liquid that magically appeared in the bottle, watched the copper tube inserted in it ticking continuously, and kept sniffing the smell of wine that was still pervading, hoping that the liquid would accumulate more and more and then enjoy it by himself.

Finally, after waiting for a long time, Otto felt that his old waist would be broken after sitting for too long.

"Rurik! Don't talk nonsense with them."

"Ah? Dad, something?!" At this moment, Lurik had to stop his obscure science.

Otto stomped the ground boredly: "How long will you finish? I'm still waiting to drink your best wine."

"Wine? That's what's in there." Rurik pointed casually.

Otto couldn't help frowning now, because the wine was still too little.

"That's it, forget it. Children, blacksmiths, you keep on doing it, I'm going out to go around."

"Huh? Dad, you don't wait anymore."

Otto shrugged, "I will come again when it gets dark, Rurik, you must satisfy me at that time. At least, your good wine must be able to fill the entire oak glass."

The wine is filled with oak glasses? To be honest, it was a bit of a challenge.

Since his father personally purchased ale for himself to try, he should really enjoy serving the wine.

Rurik agreed and promised to complete the task. Judging from the current situation, he felt that when the distillation continued until dark, there might be a little remaining of alcohol in the ale.

As far as the fact is concerned, this distillation system of Rurik really solves the problem of whether it can be distilled. Its distillation efficiency is very bad, but it still distills a lot of real distilled spirits.

The oak barrels made by coopers for holding ale are often more than fifteen liters in volume.

A barrel of ale bought by Ottolian barrel has a capacity of twenty liters. It has a large amount, the crumbs of wheat in the wine are extremely yellow and turbid, and the wine has a strong bitterness at the same time.

Beer is also a kind of ale. The ale of this time and space is very lack of foam, and the brewing technology is so average that the alcohol that Otto buys from merchants is only slightly higher than five degrees.

There is a full liter of pure alcohol in this barrel of ale.

Rurik is not a craftsman in winemaking. He can estimate how much alcohol this barrel of raw ale contains, but he can't estimate the alcohol content in the bottle at all.

He can be sure, not to mention that the liquor is very pure, far from pure vodka.

Only vodka distilled to a temperature above 95 is worthy of being called "water of life". After all, vodka itself is drunk as a base wine. Since people can brew alcohol with amazing purity, it will be really there at that time. The term "vodka".

What does vodka mean? It was originally intended to be 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 Shengmin, which is also correct to call it the water of life.

However, what Lurik's crude system produced is indeed a kind of spirits. Since the bubbles can only be used to estimate the temperature during distillation, a large amount of water vapor is also mixed into the liquor.

The steam produced at the beginning is indeed almost all alcohol steam, but in the later stage of distillation, the proportion of water vapor is getting larger and larger.

The limit of the alcohol content of a barrel of ale Rurik made an estimate from the beginning. When the copper tube hardly dripped liquid, Rurik suspended the distillation operation.

"Clarvasson, let's pause. Now you pour out the ale in the bottle and we will replace it with a new one."

Clavasson was taken aback: "Why? Should we waste it? I think there is a lot of ale left. I would rather drink it myself."

"This ale is useless. If you don't believe me, you can taste the rest. I'm sure it has only bitterness and no wine's deliciousness."

Clavasson found it strange that the child had hardly ever drunk, but today he behaved like the most senior alcoholic of the entire tribe. Wearing thick leather gloves for ironing, he sprinkled the remaining liquid of the hot ale directly on the sandy ground outside the blacksmith's shop.

Clavasson really licked some of the remnants in the bottle, and the conclusion was exactly what Rurik had predicted-it seemed to be wine, but it was no more than a cloudy bitter juice.

Clavasson's tongue did not deceive his head, and this result was also not predicted by Rurik.

That is, when the distillation reaches the final stage, the alcohol in the liquor is almost completely distilled, and the rest are the most difficult substances to distill. The composition of these tissues is very complicated. If they are wine, they really taste like alcohol. As far as the material composition is concerned, they are really not ethanol.

Where did the alcohol go? Kravasson naturally thought of another bottle with a liquid with a flat bottom that was almost knuckle-high. It looks like Rurik's analogy, just like the iron in iron ore, which has been completely separated from the slag. That bottle is the "slag" of ale!

Using a small bottle, in a vain attempt to complete the distillation of a barrel of ale in an afternoon? It's ridiculous.

Otto wanted to drink good wine, and he hadn't commented on his son's experiment before that. Although he didn't understand his son's words, he completely trusted his son, so a glass of magical wine in the night must also be enjoyed exclusively by himself as the leader.

Otto did not tell the tribe about the incident, so he called out a few buddies to patrol the rugged streets of the tribe to observe the lives of the tribesmen, and even assess whether the elderly and frail tribesmen who were mobilized by his son for money were genuine. Are working hard.

The sky finally dimmed, and Otto arrived as scheduled. He came, carrying a skewer of grilled fish in his hand, on which more than twenty grilled and delicious herrings were suddenly inserted.

Needless to say, in fact, this is because he, as the leader, has been gifted by his people.

It was his drape with a skewer of grilled fish in his hand. The appearance of the skewer was a bit sloppy and rough, which was completely different from the appearance of Rurik who was as clean as the legendary forest elf.

Rurik, he also thought his father's appearance was very funny.

Otto had just entered the blacksmith's shop, and the first time he was looking for the legendary wine. His eyes were still sharp, and he saw something similar to water in the large glass bottle.

"Dad, you are finally back." Rurik greeted subconsciously.

"Where's the wine? It's in the bottle?"

"It's there." Rurik pointed casually.

"Okay, let me drink."

Otto didn't hesitate. He stuffed the fragrant grilled fish into his son's hand. He walked up to the glass bottle and pulled out the cork.

The leader's behavior shocked Clavasson, who was about to speak. He had too much to say, so he had to approach him with a glass.

"Chief, it's all the best wine in it! It was a half barrel of ale that was concentrated to get the most crucial essence."

"Oh? Really? I...have felt it. Let me drink it!"

Rurik had already felt the wine in the glass bottle. As a doer, Rurik has already tasted his masterpiece, he himself licked a few mouthfuls, while Clavasson, the old guy at least took a sip.

Clavasson drank, Kawei drank too, even Lilia drank half a sip.

Now, it's Otto's turn to try.

But this attempt required the precious liquor distilled by the blacksmith's family 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 of the Erguotou level. If the old father wants a clean drink, he is probably a "brother Erjin".

It seems that "Brother Erjin" has nothing to do with it? However, which madman in this time and space can have this amount of alcohol? The tiger-beater Wu Song didn't know how many bowls of rice wine he had drunk before he poured himself into a drunk level. Tone.

In Rurik's view, the distilled liquor he has produced is still at the level of teriyaki. Although it is already a spirit, there is still huge room for improvement.

However, he somewhat believed that his old father might enter a hangover soon after drinking the masterpiece of the blacksmith's shop for an afternoon.

Although people's drinking capacity can become bigger and bigger, that's all for later.

A glass with ears is filled with wine, and the wine in the air is more fragrant.

At this moment, Otto was holding the glass bottle in both hands, and his old face with a huge beard faced the treasure he was holding. Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of distortion emerged spontaneously.

He looked down at his son who had walked up: "Ruriek, is it still ale in my hand? It smells like never before!"

"Dad, try it. I think you will fall in love with it in the future, hehe."

"Okay! This is a gift you gave me, and I will not let it go."

Otto really felt the preciousness of what was in his hand. He opened his blood basin and opened his mouth in an extremely rough manner, just like he used to drink ale in an oak cup or a croissant cup, and now he still has most of himself. cup.

Because just when he smelled the full aroma of wine, UU reading www.uukanshu.com had a strong desire to drink it thoroughly, which affected his head. His mouth is already full of slaws.

However, as soon as the wine entered, he realized how stupid his actions were.

Otto swallowed a sip of the wine, without even savoring it, and then burst out with his mouth open, "Ah! Ah! What kind of wine is this?!"

Rurik was taken aback, and Clavasson and Kawei were even more at a loss.

"Boss, you... are you okay." Cravason tentatively weakened.

Otto's big mouth finally closed, his left hand kept rubbing his stomach, and slowly said; "It's...a magical feeling. I feel as if I have eaten a whole onion. I have never been like this. A warm and spicy feeling. Now, I feel warm in my stomach, it's... so comfortable."

Otto's old face is also full of happiness, needless to say this is delicious.

He held the wine glass and took a few more sips, closed his eyes to experience the strength of the wine, and also felt the warmth after entering his stomach.