Chapter 560 Feitian Moutai
"In Phoenix, then they are people from Phoenix." Gothe saw through Aisha and Sunaifa's worries that Yangang and Du Linhuo might not be willing to help because they were from the Yang family, so he said this with certainty in his tone.
He then changed the topic and his tone became more relaxed: "As for the last layer of anti-counterfeiting, it is not too difficult.
We just need to learn from our good neighbors and refer to the specifications of the Plantagenet coin, including weight and purity."
This gold content is the highest among all gold coins circulating on the market.
This can also reflect the heritage and style of the Plantagenet Dynasty as an ancient dynasty to another extent.
As a rising star, the Holy Empire also followed the Plantagenet Dynasty at the beginning.
However, after the Holy Empire became more and more powerful, it went a step further and raised the gold purity standard in Emperor's Gold to 6%, making it the highest gold content among all gold coins in circulation.
"As long as the master of the Yang family is willing to help, the three layers of anti-counterfeiting can be implemented." Aisha went through the process in her mind and agreed.
"Then let's deal with Master Yangang first." After initially finalizing the general idea, Godre acted resolutely, stood up immediately, and pulled Sunaifa with him.
"Aren't you looking for Yangang and Dulinhuo?" After Sunaifa followed Gothe out of the city hall, he found that the direction Gothe was taking was not quite right, and he couldn't help but wonder.
"How can you be so embarrassed to come to the house empty-handed when you ask for help? You should bring a small gift."
Gothe said with a smile: "With the strength of Master Yangang, Phoenix can't do it. What kind of treasure can make him shine, but we can do whatever he likes." Sunaifa was still wondering what "give him what he liked" meant, and followed Gothe to stop in front of a newly built workshop.
The windows of the workshop are open, and a strange aroma of wheat grains can be vaguely smelled coming from inside.
"My King, War Mother!" In the workshop, Deputy Minister Grant, who was busy, received a summons from the staff and hurried out.
He saw that Gothe and Sunaifa arrived together. While they saluted and said hello, he was still a little confused.
What's going on?
"Let's take a look at your results," Gaode walked into the workshop and glanced at the wooden barrels neatly arranged against the wall.
The barrel was marked with charcoal such as "Day 7 of fermentation" and "To be distilled". He smiled and said: "I saw you reported two days ago that you had brewed the first batch of ale?"
When The northern border is still very short of wood. Being able to use this part of wood to make barrels and try brewing wine is enough to show that the support given by Gaode is still very strong.
Yes, the workshop here is the brewing workshop.
When Master Yangang first arrived in Phoenix, he once asked for good wine.
Afterwards, Gauthe liked Grant and started trying to brew wine with northwest barley, and informed him of the basic ideas of brewing.
Grant is also a very discerning, active and capable person.
He knew that Gaode attached great importance to this matter, and immediately began to organize people to try it after returning.
With the general idea and the help of magic, the brewing process went very smoothly.
Gothe received a report from Grant two days ago, saying that the first batch of ale has been brewed and can be shipped out of the barrel.
It was just that things were busy at the time, and Gaode himself was not very interested in drinks, so he did not come over to check it out immediately.
Now that it was needed, he immediately thought of it.
"Yes! The first batch has been brewed and is being aged!" Hearing what Gothe said, Grant breathed a sigh of relief and then became excited again. His voice raised a bit. He called to a staff member and said a few words: "Bring over the barrel of wine!"
After a while, the staff member ran over with great effort holding an oak barrel half a person's height.
The mouth of the bucket is sealed with a cork, and there is a circle of hemp rope wrapped around the outside. There is a small wooden sign hanging on the hemp rope that reads "First Batch·Northwestern Barley No. 2".
Grant stepped forward and deftly pulled out the cork.
A strong aroma of wheat exploded instantly, mixed with the spicy aroma of wine, and rushed to the face like a flame, making the tip of one's nose numb.
Different from the bland ale wine commonly seen in the outside world, the aroma of this wine carries a burning sensation and momentum. Just smelling it makes people feel warm from the throat to the stomach.
"Look, this is ale brewed with Northwest Barley No. 2." Grant carefully poured two glasses of wine and handed them to Gothe and Sunaifa.
The wine is deep blood red, like melted blood crystals, flowing slowly on the wall of the cup, leaving behind fine wine beads.
Northwestern barley No. 2 is a cross between blood crystal wheat and cold-resistant wheat. The wheat itself is blood red, and the color of the brewed wine is also reasonable.
“Both the No. 1 and No. 2 varieties of northwest barley can make wine. Due to its own characteristics, the No. 2 barley brews stronger wine, which is more suitable for the north. And doesn’t Master Yangang like spirits? So I specially used Northwest barley first. The second type tried to make wine, "Grant explained.
Gothe smelled the aroma of the wine and looked at the color of the wine, and felt that it should be good, and the taste did not disappoint him in the end.
He I tried to take a sip, and as soon as the wine touched my lips, a burning sensation penetrated into my mouth along the seam of my lips, as if I was holding a small piece of red-hot charcoal. When the wine slid into my throat, the burning sensation instantly turned into a streak. The fire snake went down the esophagus and made the throat feel slightly tight, but there was no sense of choking.
At the same time, the aroma of burnt wheat exploded on the tip of the tongue, with a hint of roasted sweetness without any other unpleasant taste.
Even when the wine passes through your teeth, you can taste the sweetness of the wheat grains themselves.
After swallowing the wine, warmth instantly spread from the stomach, flowing along the blood vessels throughout the body, and even the fingertips felt warm.
The stamina of this wine is not strong, but it is extremely long-lasting. There is a faint burning sensation in the throat, like a lingering fire, which makes people want to take another sip to extend the warmth.
"Yes, this wine tastes strong enough!" Gothe put down the glass, and there was still half a glass of wine at the bottom, which was still red and translucent when shaken.
He is not a drinker, but he can still tell the difference between simple taste.
This wine has a very good base, without the punch of rough wine, and is strong and smooth.
"That's right!" Grant's eyes lit up, and he quickly answered, "This is still new wine that has just come out of the barrel. If it is aged in oak barrels for two or three years, the spiciness in the wine will be lighter, the malty aroma will be more mellow, and the entrance will be smoother and the aftertaste will be longer!"
Wine needs time to age to become mellow.
And the blending process also requires wines from different rounds and different years to be blended to achieve the best taste.
Sunaifa also took a sip, and frowned as soon as he took the mouth.
She doesn't like this "top" smell.
But at the same time, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Although the taste was unpleasant, she could clearly feel that the wine was like a warm stove after entering her throat, instantly dispelling the coldness accumulated in her chest. "I didn't expect that the ale brewed from the second type of northwest barley has such a strong effect in repelling the cold. It is almost as effective as a low-level cold-repelling potion." She also commented.
Ordinary cold-repelling potions are bitter and astringent, let alone their taste, and the cost is quite high.
The ale in front of you, as a high-quality drink, has an effect comparable to that of a magic potion.
Such things are very rare in the outside world, and can even be exported to earn foreign exchange.
"Well done." Gao De praised.
There are many advantages to brewing wine in the north.
For example, the North can provide the purest glacial lake water. The water quality is clear and sweet, making it an excellent raw material for wine making.
Not to mention the No. 2 barley variety from northwest China, it can be compared to Lingmi.
Using the hands of a mage to stir the wheat slurry can ensure that every place is stirred evenly and no bacteria will be introduced.
【Purified Food】can inhibit the growth of all harmful bacteria and allow only the required yeast to work, ensuring the purity and success rate of fermentation.
But disadvantages also exist.
For example, making koji requires high temperature, and in the north, it is not easy to create a high-temperature environment.
This step can only be completed with spells at present, and the current brewing capacity is enough to cope with it.
Once the scale expands, the magic power of the mage is not enough to support it.
However, now that Ironforge is established, Gothe is already considering moving the brewing workshop to Ironforge and using the underground fire of Ironforge for high-temperature koji making.
Industrial cities and drinks, whether in movies or in reality, are like carrots and mutton, a perfect match.
"My King, Your Highness, this wine has not been named yet, please give me a suitable name." Grant said respectfully.
"Name..." De Luo pondered, and then came up with a name, "Let's call it Feitian Moutai."
"Heaven... Maotai?" Grant repeated the name. The sky in front of him was smooth, and the image was not bad. Drinking this wine did give him the feeling of flying to the sky.
But the word "Maotai" is very difficult to pronounce. No matter how you pronounce it, it feels unfamiliar. It is obviously a coined word that you have never heard of before.
But he didn't ask any more questions.
After all, it was the name given by Gao De, so it must have profound meaning.
He immediately bowed and responded: "What a good name, let's call it Feitian Moutai!"
Gao De nodded slightly.
No matter how hard to pronounce "Maotai" sounds in this world, he believes that with its uniqueness and taste, sooner or later the name "Feitian Maotai" will be spread in this alien land.
In Valar Bay, Gothe saw Yangang and Dulinhuo who had settled here temporarily.
This is a temporary stone house built by the Ministry of Construction.
Next to the stone house are piled a few pieces of ore that the two men brought from the melting plain.
The stone house is located at the exit of the Varar Tunnel at Varar Bay. Gothe also had its own considerations in choosing the location here.
The Valar Tunnel connects the bay to the inland, and Yangang and Dulinhuo are the top forging masters of the Yang family. If the rock wall of the tunnel becomes loose or something happens, they are here and can use their methods.
After these days of leaving the melting plain, Yangang has become a bit idle after the initial freshness: there are no continuous forging tasks, and there are no younger members of the clan asking for advice and allowing him to be "bullied".
This made him feel very uncomfortable. For the Sheep family, forging was almost a habit and instinct that was integrated into their blood.
This is just the beginning.
Yangang felt a little melancholy at the thought of staying here for who knows how many years. He vaguely felt that there seemed to be some "conspiracy" hidden in the clan's decision to send him out.
Yangang caught a glimpse of Gao De entering the door, and subconsciously straightened his back, trying to show off the style of his "elder" in the Yang family.
He is a senior member of the clan and has strong skills. Even when he arrived in Phoenix, he didn't take anyone seriously.
But just when he was about to put on airs, his eyes suddenly glanced at Gothe's shoulder, and he instantly withered.
On Gaode's shoulder, there was a little man sitting.
The little man was staring straight at him with his big black eyes open, his eyes clear and serious.
This made Yangang's Adam's apple twitch, and he suddenly stopped.
One thing brings down another thing.
In Rongyuan, relying on his seniority and qualifications, he can be said to be "unscrupulous". Even in Phoenix, because of his origin and strength, he is also "unscrupulous".
But these are of no use in front of this little man.
Lady Flora, just be reasonable!
"Master Yangang, are you used to living in Wangan these days?" Gao De suppressed his laughter and brought Flora. Naturally, he did this intentionally and specially to restrain Yangang.
"It's okay... It's just that I have nothing to do here, and I feel a little uncomfortable." Yan Gang replied angrily, trying very hard to restrain his desire to "mumble".
"If possible in the future, I still hope to be able to knock on the iron from time to time." Du Linhuo on the side nodded in sympathy.
"It's an unfortunate coincidence," Gaode "hit it off immediately" and clapped his hands: "I happen to have a forging project here, and no craftsman in the territory can do it. I would like to ask Master Yangang and Master Du Linhuo for help."
Their skills are too strong, and the extraordinary weapons they create have terrifying power. If they are arbitrarily created for outsiders, it will easily cause war and chaos.
This is a scene that the master craftsman did not like to see, so strict restrictions were imposed.
Yangang also nodded, the anxiety just now disappeared, replaced by vigilance.
"Master Du Linhuo misunderstood, I don't want to make weapons." Gothe waved his hand, motioning for the two of them to sit down, and at the same time put the two wine jars he was carrying on the table.
"What is that?" Du Linhuo glanced at the two jars curiously and asked at the same time.
Yangang, who was even more powerful, had already held his breath and moved his nose rapidly, as if he smelled something special.
"The situation is a little complicated, let's sit down and talk in detail," Gothe smiled, reaching out to untie the linen on the wine jar: "In addition, I brought some drinks for you two."
"Drinks?" Master Yangang instinctively questioned.
There are drinks in this place?
“It has just been brewed recently by people in the tribe. Master Yangang should be well versed in this, so he brought some here specially to let Master Yangang taste the quality of this wine.” Gao De explained.
"Oh? Even if the taste is not good, it is already very rare for you to be able to brew wine. After all, that's all you have." There was a hint of "charity" in Yangang's tone.
"That's that." Gothe didn't defend himself, but slowly opened the linen cloth.
The next moment, a strong aroma of wine exploded, like a small fireball shooting out of the wine jar, mixed with the heat of burnt wheat, and went straight into the nose.
Yan Gang's eyes lit up instantly. The "not paying attention" just now was thrown out of the sky, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously: "This - this fragrance -"
Before he finished speaking, Gothe picked up the stoneware bowl and poured half a bowl of dark blood-red wine for each of them.
"Taste it?"
Hyan Gang couldn't bear it anymore, picked up the bowl and took a big sip.
The next moment, his eyes widened and his face was filled with disbelief.
Following this, Yangang took another big gulp and drank it all in one gulp.
"Good wine!" He put down the bowl and gave a positive comment.
Du Linhuo also took a sip, his originally serious face showed surprise, and then he was conquered by the strength and mellowness of the wine.
Although he is not as fond of alcohol as Yan Gang, there are few people in the Yang family who do not like alcohol, and he is no exception.
"It seems that the Feitian Moutai brewed by the tribe can still be eaten by the two masters," Gao De saw that the two were captured by his Feitian Moutai and said with a smile: "After that, I will ask the tribe to send more."
Immediately, he poured another bowl of Feitian Moutai for the two of them, while forging the iron while it was hot, he took out a piece of parchment from his arms and spread it on the table, "This is the forging project that our tribe is unable to handle, can you two take a look?"