Rise of Rurik

The so-called water droplets began to fall rapidly into the bottom of the bottle, and the ticking sound became a beautiful movement.

"Is that so?" Otto asked involuntarily, looking at the fog.

"That's it, Papa. And Uncle Clavason!" Rurik said proudly.

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

"Of course it's wine! And it's not just wine. Perhaps, I should call it the spirit of wine."

"The elf in wine?" Otto felt that his son's words were very novel.

As a last resort, Rurik also needs to popularize their concept of alcohol in public.

"Water droplets" kept dripping out of the copper tube. Due to the controlled amount of slow-burning charcoal, the ale in the decanter was kept at a temperature close to boiling, which was also the temperature at which alcohol could evaporate quickly.

Rurik's small figure danced and danced with the attention of his eyes, and the words in his mouth were even more interesting.

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

Clavason, who is very sensitive to nouns, suddenly became serious: "? A new word?"

"Yes." Rurik stomped his foot, "I am now naming the spirit in the wine."

To tell the truth, when Rurik uttered this word, in the eyes of others, it was tantamount to coining a word. The original meaning of this word is "distilled product of wine". It is the language of Dashi, and it refers to alcohol. Now this concept has not spread to Western Europe, let alone Northern Europe.

Tribes in northern Europe believe in the existence of elves. Everyone describes elves as sacred objects that fly in the flowers. In a sense, it is actually a good understanding of bees. Because the honey that everyone respects is like a standard, it is also the warrior who risked being stung all over his body and went to destroy the wild bee hive to hunt. The extremely sweet feeling naturally makes people have a different kind of emotion for bees.

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

Since he had forcibly proposed the most appropriate vocabulary, he would not change it.

Klavathon immediately accepted the word. As a senior craftsman, and even an old guy whose fingers have touched the edge of modern chemistry, he completely understood Rurik's words, and even felt that the child's explanation was wonderful, as if everything It's not a "miracle" as it seems, it's completely obeying some inherent principles.

Clavason and Kawhi were all ears,

Because the words were spoken by Rurik, they took them as truth.

What Rurik is dictating here is equivalent to junior high school physics knowledge, or the kind of entry-level. Knowledge may seem low-end, but it is the cornerstone of higher knowledge.

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

Clavasson and Kavey listened with great interest, precisely because they had learned a relatively correct "modern atomic theory" from Rurik, and now basically understood the essence of distillation.

But Otto, who frowned tightly, felt an unbearable sense of loss.

Because, Otto couldn't think of it, almost all of the words in the Norse language, combined with many words, the baby son actually couldn't understand what he said. The two senior blacksmiths kept smiling and nodding, as if they understood it completely.

Otto didn't understand, but knowing atomic theory was really unimportant to his leader.

Just as Rurik was trying his best to spit out scientific knowledge, the condensed liquor after distillation kept ticking, and the flat ground was covered with large glass bottles for collection, and there was already a thin layer inside.

At this moment, people with discerning eyes can clearly see that the cloudy ale was bubbling, and the increasing liquid in another collection bottle was almost pure and transparent.

Rurik went on to introduce, and he even directly stated the molecular makeup of alcohol!

In the past, his popular science knowledge was nothing short of a fantasy.

Now a lot of things have changed. Rurik has two confidants, Kravasen and Kavey, who are currently the only two who believe in "atomic theory" as truth.

For Otto, waiting became rather boring, he couldn't intervene in his son's chat with the blacksmiths, and he didn't even understand what they were talking about. He just stared at the liquid that appeared magically in the bottle, watched the copper pipe inserted in it continued to tick, and kept sniffing the still-diffusing aroma of the wine, 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 he had been sitting for too long, and his old waist was about to break.

"Rurik! Stop talking nonsense with them."

"Ah? Dad, is something wrong?!" At this time, Rurik had to interrupt his obscure popular science.

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

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

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

"That's it, forget it. Children, blacksmiths, you go ahead and I'm going out for a walk."

"Huh? Dad, don't wait any longer."

Otto shrugged. "I'll come back when it's dark, Rurik, and you'll have to satisfy me. At the very least, your good wine must fill an entire oak glass."

Wine filled oak cups? To be honest, it's a bit of a challenge.

Since his father had personally purchased ale for himself to try, he should indeed enjoy the service of fine wine.

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

In fact, Rurik's distillation system really solved the problem of whether it could be distilled. Its distillation efficiency is very bad, but it still distilled a lot of real distilled spirits.

Oak barrels made by coopers for ale, often more than fifteen liters in volume.

Otto's barrel of ale had a capacity of twenty liters. The amount of it is large, and the liquor of the wheat crumbs in the wine is extremely yellow and turbid, and the wine is fragrant and bitter at the same time.

Beer is also a kind of ale. The ale in this time and space is very lacking in foam, and the brewing technology is general, so that the alcohol that Otto buys from merchants is only slightly higher than the fifth degree.

This barrel of ale contains a liter of pure alcohol.

Rurik was not a winemaker. He could estimate how much alcohol the barrel of ale probably contained, but he could not estimate the alcohol content in the bottle at all.

He can be sure that the liquor is very pure, far from pure vodka.

Only vodka that is rectified above 95° is called "water of life". After all, the way of drinking vodka itself is to mix it as a base wine. Since people can brew alcohol with amazing purity, it will be really at that time." vodka" is the noun.

What is the meaning of vodka? It was meant to be closer to the concept of "almost no water wine". However, the pronunciation of this word is somewhat similar to the Latin word vida, which means Shengmin, and it is also correct to call it the water of life.

However, what Rurik's rudimentary system produced was indeed a kind of spirit. Since the temperature during distillation could only be estimated by looking at the bubbles, a large amount of water vapor was also mixed into the liquor.

The steam produced at the beginning is indeed almost all alcohol steam, but in the later stages of distillation, the proportion of water vapor is increasing.

Rurik had initially estimated the limit of alcohol content in a barrel of ale, and when the copper pipes were barely tickling liquid, Rurik suspended the distillation.

"Klavathon, let's pause. Now you get the ale out of the bottle and we'll replace it with a new one."

Clavasson was taken aback: "Why? Should we waste it? I see there's a lot of ale left, I'd rather drink it myself."

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

Clavasson thought it was strange that this child had hardly ever drunk, but today he behaved like the most senior alcoholic in the entire tribe. Wearing thick leather gloves for blacksmithing, he lavishly sprinkled the scorching ale residue directly on the gravel outside the blacksmith shop.

Clavasson actually licked some of the remnants of the bottle, and the conclusion was exactly what Rurik had predicted—it looked like wine, but it was nothing but a cloudy, bitter juice.

Clavasson's tongue really didn't deceive his head, and Rurik didn't predict the result.

That is, in the final stage of distillation, the alcohol in the wine is almost distilled, and the remaining substances are the most difficult to distill. The composition of these tissues is very complex, to say that they are alcohol, it is really alcohol, and in terms of material composition, they are really not ethanol.

Where has all the alcohol gone? Clavason naturally thought of another bottle, with a flat bottom nearly a knuckle-high liquid. It looks like Rurik's analogy, like the iron in the iron ore, which has been completely separated from the slag. That bottle is the "slag" of the ale!

In an attempt to completely distill a barrel of ale in one afternoon with a mere bottle? It's ridiculous.

Otto wanted to drink good wine, and until then he didn't talk about his son's experiments. Although he didn't understand his son's words, he completely trusted his son, so a glass of magical wine at night must be enjoyed by himself as the leader.

Otto didn't tell the tribe about this, he called a few buddies and patrolled the rugged streets of the tribe to observe the lives of the tribe, and even to assess whether the old and infirm tribesmen who were mobilized by his son were really. are working hard.

The sky finally dimmed, and Otto arrived as promised. He came with a skewer of grilled fish in his hand, on which more than 20 delicious herrings that were grilled and sizzling all at once were inserted.

Needless to say, in fact, as the leader, he received a gift from the clan.

It was his set that was draped with a skewer of grilled fish in his hands, and the skewered appearance was a bit sloppy, which was completely different from the appearance of Rurik who was so clean as the legendary forest elf.

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

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

"Dad, you're finally back." Rurik greeted subconsciously.

"Where's the wine? In the bottle?"

"It's there." Rurik pointed casually.

"Okay, let me drink."

Without any hesitation, Otto shoved the fragrant grilled fish into his son's hands, went straight to the glass bottle, and pulled out the cork.

The leader's action surprised Klaverson, who was about to speak. He had too much to say, so he had to approach him with a glass.

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

"Oh? Is it? I... already feel it. Let me drink it!"

Rurik had already felt the wine in the glass bottle. As a doer, Rurik had already tasted his masterpiece, and he had licked a few sips himself, while Kravason, the old fellow, had at least a nice sip.

Cravathan drank it, so did Kawhi, and even Lilia drank half of it.

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

But in this attempt, the precious liquor that took the blacksmith's family to distill for an afternoon had to completely enter the belly of the big leader.

Although Rurik felt that something was wrong, it was too late.

Because according to his own estimation, the alcohol content of this spirit must be Erguotou level. If the old father wanted to drink clean, he would probably be a "two jin brother".

It seems that the "two pounds brother" has nothing to say? However, which madman in this time and space can have such a drink? Wu Song, who beat the tiger, didn't know how many bowls of rice wine he drank before he got himself drunk. If he was drinking with Erguotou directly, the whole person could be paralyzed by a pound or two. After that, he fell asleep and the tiger grew a tone.

From Rurik's point of view, the distilled spirit that he has produced is still at the level of soil ware. Although it is already a spirit, there is still huge room for improvement.

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

Although people can drink more and more with practice, that is another story.

A glass with cup ears is filled with wine, and the smell of 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 was facing the treasure in his hands. Suddenly, an unexplainable sense of distortion emerged spontaneously.

He looked down at his son who had come forward: "Rurik, do I still have ale in my hand? It smells like never before!"

"Dad, try it. I think you'll love it later, hehe."

"Okay! This is your gift to me, and I do my part."

Otto really felt the preciousness of what he was holding. He opened his mouth wide, and in an extremely rough way, as if he was drinking ale with an oak cup or a horn cup in the past, and now he still drinks most of himself. cup.

Because just when he smelled the full aroma of wine, a strong possessive desire to drink it completely took over his head. His mouth was already full of jerk.

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

Otto swallowed a mouthful of wine without even savoring it, and then slammed his mouth open: "Ah! Ahhh! What kind of wine is this?!"

Rurik was taken aback, and Kravason and Kawhi were even more at a loss.

"Boss, you... are you alright." Kravason tentatively tentatively.

Otto's big mouth finally closed, his left hand kept rubbing his stomach, and he said slowly; "It's... a magical feeling. I feel like I've eaten a whole onion, I've never Such a warm and spicy feeling. Now, I feel a warm stomach, it's really...comfortable."

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

He held the wine glass and took a few sips cautiously. He closed his eyes to experience the intensity of the wine, and also felt the warmth of the belly.