When Ding Mingxin was alive, the life of the Ding family was always good.

Not to mention anything else, the Ding family has a Jialing 70 motorcycle, which is amazing.

Not to mention Lijiazhuang, even in the entire Xianhua Town, there are no few such small motorcycles.

With such a family background, Ding Zhiyuan never suffered much since he was a child.

When other people's children eat corn steamed buns, they drink milk powder and eat sugar-heart steamed buns.

When other people's children eat steamed buns, they eat calcium milk biscuits.

When other people's children were studying to work in the fields, they would read novels and practice calligraphy at home.

In short, Ding Zhiyuan has never been worried about money in the past few years.

But now, he is short of money, very short of money.

Although Li Chunmei kept his mouth shut, Ding Zhiyuan knew that his family now owe more than 10,000 yuan of famine - this was what Li Chunmei told him after his previous life was ready.

Helping the family pay off their debts is just one thing, he also wants to make some money and spend it in school.

The pocket is cleaner than the face, is that still a man?

Men are not strong if they have no money, and are unable to be generous when doing things. They are so humble that they don’t even have the confidence to admire girls directly.

When a woman approaches a man, she just wants two things.

One is the spiritual pillar, the other is monetary subsidy.

In his previous life, he only relied on his perfect tongue to get a girl, and he relied on giving women a spiritual pillar.

But he can't play the spiritual pillar method in his life. How can he get less money if he wants to pick up girls?

There is never too much money.

But he just returned to thirty-five years ago, and he was almost completely disgraced, but he had no confidence in making money, so he only set a small goal of earning one hundred thousand in the mosquito net last night.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes.

Just now, I accidentally discovered that the fat man Liao Fugui actually built a filling equipment, and the efficiency was pretty good, so his mind immediately became lively.

The above just doesn't allow the production of liquor, and didn't say it doesn't allow the production of soda!

Just as he brags in front of Liao Fugui, the simple thing about making qi and water is not technical at all.

In his previous life, he spent his time making homemade wine at home after retirement, and he would also make some homemade soda for his little wife and son, which tasted no worse than that of Delicious Pepsi.

As for the difference between homemade and mass production, just give him some time to study it, it is not a problem!

Ding Zhiyuan's idea of ​​Liao Fugui was not only coveting the filling machine with considerable efficiency, but mainly Liao Fugui himself is indeed capable.

Xianhua Town has a history of brewing for two or three hundred years. Although it is not said that everyone can make wine, it is not an exaggeration to have one out of ten households who can make wine.

Ding Mingxin is an outsider and can't make wine, but Li Chunmei can do it. After Ding Zhiyuan retires, he is not pretending to be fashionable, but "the origin of family learning".

Liao Fugui started his family's small winemaking workshop. He was able to make a bloody road in Xianhua Town, where "experts" are everywhere, and to make the small winemaking workshop bigger. Without some real skills, there is no chance.

The more you do business with the poor, the more you become, the more you can do business with those who are capable.

Ding Zhiyuan is not afraid of Liao Fugui being capable, but is afraid of him being incompetent.

If Liao Fugui is incompetent, Ding Zhiyuan would not bother to pay attention to him.

But then again, even if Ding Zhiyuan cooperates with Liao Fugui, he will only be hidden behind the scenes, because soda may even drink people to death.

Everyone makes money together, and Lao Liao takes care of it himself if you have any problems.

How can a college student know the law and break the law?

Impossible!

Of course, there is another thing that Ding Zhiyuan values ​​more - Liao Fugui is somewhat conscientious.

He remembered that Liao Fugui's small winemaking workshop became bigger and bigger, becoming a major profit and taxpayer in Qucheng City. However, in the late 1990s, in the fierce market competition, Liao Fugui's winery gradually declined and closed down within a few years.

Moreover, this fat man owed a lot of debts and was almost beaten to death by the creditor. His life was saved, but his legs were lame.

But this fat man has never owed a penny of wages for workers, so anyone who mentions him must give him a thumbs up: Boss Liao is kind and righteous!

Liao Fugui's winery is actually a microcosm of township enterprises. As market construction gradually becomes formal, there is only one ending for grassroots entrepreneurs like him, that is, they are overwhelmed by the trend of the times.

Ding Zhiyuan looked at the moon reflected in the small river at the entrance of the village and comforted himself: "Although I borrowed a chicken to lay eggs, I was also helping Lao Liao so that he would not be beaten to a lame leg like in his previous life in the future."

As for whether Lao Liao can become a well-known township entrepreneur in Qucheng City in his life, it's all my fault.

Alas, I am actually a good person, but sometimes I can't help myself...

After some psychological construction, Ding Zhiyuan returned home as usual.

Li Chunmei is still waiting for him while lighting the light.

"Why did you come back? Where did you go?" Li Chunmei sniffed and frowned, "Did you drink?"

"I went to Teacher Tao's house for dinner and had some wine." Ding Zhiyuan had been struggling for a day today, and was tired and sleepy.

"Is that true?" Li Chunmei looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Taozi is at home too?"

Ding Zhiyuan: “….”

Li Chunmei smiled and said, "Is your teacher very good?"

"It's pretty good." Ding Zhiyuan couldn't stand Li Chunmei's eyes, "Mom, I'm sleepy, I'm going to bed first, you go to bed early."

Li Chunmei watched Ding Zhiyuan enter the room and muttered in a low voice: "I'm still shy..."

Just like last night, Ding Zhiyuan was so hot that he couldn't sleep, so he simply turned on the light and got up, sat at the table thinking about making soda.

To make soda, you must first have raw materials.

Water is the most in short supply. Almost every household in the town has a well, which is nothing more than a few processes of filtration, boiling and disinfection.

White sugar and saccharin are easy to do, and the supply and marketing cooperatives in the town can buy it.

Citric acid is rare, but Ding Zhiyuan remembers that there should be ones sold in pharmacies, but he only runs a pharmacy. If you look for it tomorrow, you may have stock.

What is missing now is soda liquid and carbon dioxide.

Industrial carbon dioxide cannot be achieved for the time being, and this requires a cylinder, but since it is an experiment, you can use a mixture of baking soda and citric acid to prepare carbon dioxide at home.

Soda bottom liquid is the most critical jujube juice extract, which is a bit troublesome.

But it's just a little trouble, but it can't help Ding Zhiyuan.

After all, jujube is still a plant. As long as it is plant extraction, there are only a few methods: solvent extraction, ultrasonic extraction, and supercritical fluid extraction.

Among them, solvent extraction is the easiest and most commonly used method for plant extraction, and the most common solvent in real life is water.

Therefore, the extraction of jujube juice can be simply summarized as: crushing jujube, adding appropriate amount of water, soaking the juice, filtering and extracting the juice, clarifying and filtering, adding ingredients, sterilizing and cooling, so as to obtain the concentrated soda liquid.

Finally, mix the raw jujube juice solution with carbonated water in a certain proportion, seal the bottle after canning, and paste it with the trademark.

Dangdang, a bottle of sweet and sour, refreshes the appetite and strengthens the spleen, regulates gastrointestinal function, beautifies the skin, nourishes the heart and calms the mind, promotes sleep, enhances immunity, and promotes secondary development of the brain..., cough cough, the sour jujube soda is freshly released!

In short, this is definitely a soda that everyone loves and flowers bloom. Whether it is a child who is a dentist or a white-haired octogenarian, you can never stop after taking a sip.

Drinking the elderly can prolong life, drinking the men can revive their heroism, drinking the women can rejuvenate their youth, and students can take 100 points every time.

Regardless of whether others believe it or not, Ding Zhiyuan believes it anyway.

Ding Zhiyuan put down his pen and rubbed his sore wrists. His thoughts were like a spring. He accidentally wrote the promotion copy. I am so talented.

Look at the time, it's already early morning.

Tomorrow, purify the jujube juice first, and then study the recipe of the stock solution.

The next day, Ding Zhiyuan was awakened by the biological clock on time.

First, he helped Li Chunmei feed the pig, then he went into the west wing to move the large pot for brewing wine to the well platform, and used a hand-pressing pump to drill well water to clean the pot.

Li Chunmei poked her head out of the kitchen and wondered: "Yuan'er, what are you doing for cleaning the pot?"

This big pot was originally used to make wine, but since Ding Mingxin had an accident last winter, she has not cleaned it up for more than half a year.

"I plan..." Ding Zhiyuan didn't know how to explain to Li Chunmei, and was mainly worried that my mother would scold him for making trouble, so he simply made an excuse: "I read a book last night and wanted to do an experiment."

As expected, Li Chunmei stopped talking too much, just told him to be careful and not to get hot.

During breakfast, Ding Zhiyuan asked Li Chunmei: "Mom, I remember if there are sour jujubes at home?"

Li Chunmei said: "Your father collected a few sacks last fall, and they were all stored in the warehouse. It seems that most of the drawers of sour jujube powder are there. You can look for it."

The sour jujube is a treasure all over.

The flesh clears heat and detoxifies, astringes and relieves pain. It is mainly used to treat scalds, food stagnation, diarrhea, sores and ulcers.

The jujube pit has a bitter taste and a mild nature, and belongs to the liver and kidney meridians. It has the effect of detoxifying and astringing sores. It can treat chronic skin ulcers, swollen and painful gums and other diseases.

Since the Ding family opens a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, they naturally have no shortage of traditional Chinese medicine raw materials.

After the autumn harvest every year, Ding Mingxin will purchase some wild jujubes, dry them and place them in a cool medicine warehouse for later use, and then perform deep processing in winter to separate the jujube pits and pulp.

Ding Zhimei asked curiously: "Second brother, why are you looking for sour jujubes?"

Ding Zhiyuan rubbed her head and smiled, "Keep it confidential for the time being, you have eaten all the steamed buns, and I will wait for your second brother to give you a surprise after school."
To be continued...