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Yang Shouwen held Yang Youniang in one hand, rushed into the yard gate, and headed straight for the woodshed.
"Sister Yang, what's wrong with Yizi?"
Song looked at Yang in confusion, and had only been in contact with Yang Shouwen after she woke up for only two days, but Song generally knew Yang Shouwen. She didn't expect that Yang Shouwen would have such an excited side. After two days of contact, in her impression, Yang Shouwen seemed to have a different calmness than usual. No matter how big the matter was, he would not be confused.
Yang smiled bitterly and said, "If you say that to your wife, I don't know why Yizi is like this."
Yesterday he tinkered with something before going to the county town. I just talked about this to him, so I was so excited."
"What did he tinker with?"
"liquor!"
"liquor?"
Song asked in surprise: "Is Yizi addicted to alcohol?"
Yang shook his head, "Yizi is not good at drinking. When the old man was alive, he liked the thing in this cup. But in my memory, Yizi didn't touch the wine."
The first time, Song didn't pay attention.
But this second and third time, Yang called Yang Shouwen "Shizi", which was very natural. This also made Song realize that Yang's status in the Hugushan family was definitely not as ordinary as she imagined. Moreover, from Yang Shouwen's attitude towards Yang Youniang just now, all of them showed the status of the Yang family's mother and daughter in Yang Shouwen's heart.
Song's eyes rolled and he immediately had an idea.
"Sister Yang, let's go and have a look?"
"Okay, just go and have a look."
Yang said, and accompanied Song to the yard.
"Erlang, help Yang Moli move the things in the car in."
When Song entered the door, he suddenly ordered Yang Rui. Yang Rui originally wanted to go to watch the fun, but when Song said this, he had no excuses. He stood next to the carriage with a bitter face. He looked at the box in the carriage and was about to cry without tears.
In the woodshed, more than a dozen jars of wine were neatly placed.
A huge and simple still was in the center of the wood-room. The fire below had been extinguished, but you could still see the ashes in the furnace. Yang Shouwen put down his young lady, walked to the wine jar, and squatted down, carefully uncovering the oil paper covered on it. A strong, familiar fragrance of wine rushed towards him, and the smile on his face increased.
That's the taste!
Yang Shouwen breathed a sigh of relief and picked up a scoop of water from the bucket next to the wine jar.
He scooped a scoop of wine, put it on his lips and took a sip.
It is indeed a little more intense than before, but in comparison, it has a bit more pure and gentle feeling than the wines in my memory in my previous life.
It is not as strong as the wine in the previous life, but it is a little more pure and honest.
With the winemaking craftsmanship of this era, Yang Shouwen thinks it is already quite good.
"Brother Sitzi, is it delicious?"
The young lady squatted beside Yang Shouwen, looking at Yang Shouwen with some hope.
The little guy was drunk yesterday, but after waking up, he missed the fragrance of the wine. However, Yang looked at it tightly, and she didn't get what she wanted to drink several times. Now that Yang Shouwen is back, the young lady seems to have found her backbone again.
She bit her finger and looked at Yang Shouwen.
Yang Shouwen couldn't help laughing, handed the water scoop over, and whispered: "Just take a sip."
The young lady nodded vigorously, pursed her lips and looked strong. After taking a sip at the water scoop, she immediately made a "ha" sound. Her little face was blushing, and she opened her mouth, spitting out a small lilac, and kept drinking.
“Not good to drink.”
The young mother's appearance made Yang Shouwen laugh.
He poured the wine from the scoop into the jar, and then walked out of the woodshed with the jar.
The sun shines on the wine in the jar, and the wine actually appears as amber color, with a touch of rouge.
“Good wine.”
Yang is not good at drinking, but Song knows how to drink.
She smelled the pure fragrance of wine, and her eyes lit up and she couldn't help but praise.
"Young mom, go get a bowl."
The young lady agreed and ran to the kitchen with her calves. After a while, she came back and had an extra wine bowl in her hand.
Yang Shouwen poured a bowl of wine, and the wine became even clearer.
The color of rouge has also become stronger and looks extremely beautiful.
"My grandma, try it?"
Song looked at Yang Shouwen and smiled and said, "Is this the wine made by Yizi? You must try it."
She took it and took a sip.
His face changed immediately and he shouted: "It's been a long time, it's so mellow and fragrant. I'm afraid this is the best wine I've ever drunk."
Changping is located in a bitter and cold place.
Most people who live here are good to drink a few sips, and even women are no exception. Women like Yang who don’t like drinking are actually not the majority in Changping. However, women like Song are more in comparison.
Yang Shouwen also showed joy in his eyes and said softly: "My mother thinks, how much gold is this wine worth?"
Song thought for a while and replied, "The wine of Yizi is different from what I have drunk before. In addition to being more pure and rich, it also adds a bit of strength. I can't say anything else, but in Youzhou, this jar of wine is always in short supply and even if it is always money... If it is sold to Chang'an, the price may be several times higher."
This wine is only one hundred ciders per jar.
Including the loss, one hundred and fifty cents of a jar was killed.
It can be sold in Changping alone, but if it goes to Jixian or Fanyang, the price will be higher.
As for Chang'an... Yang Shouwen was not that far away. But even so, the profits in it have already made him very happy.
But maybe some more gimmicks can be added?
Yang Shouwen looked at the wine jar and his eyes narrowed into a slit.
After a while, he suddenly said to Yang Rui: "Erlang, I still have my usual money here. Go and buy some jars in the city. I want that kind of good wine jar. I don't have to care about how much it costs. I can buy it for me as much as possible, and buy a pair of pens and inks by the way."
"What are you doing?"
Yang Rui showed a confused look.
On the side, Song shook his head slightly, looking particularly disappointed.
It's still too simple... Although you are a child of the Yang family, you still have the blood of the Song family, but you can't compare to your brother who has been stupid for seventeen years. Song took out a piece of golden cake from his leather pocket on his waist and waved to Yang Rui to come over.
"As your elder brother's instructions, go to Xiangfuju and ask them to send a hundred of the best white porcelain altars."
"My grandma, that's a white porcelain jar, but it costs 180 cents per person."
"Where are so much nonsense coming from here? Just buy it... Erlang, you have to follow your elder brother and learn hard in the future."
Song looked like he hated him for not fighting, shook his head and looked helpless.
"I've been busy for a while and I'm hungry."
She turned her head, looked at Yang Shouwen, and said with a smile: "It's better to serve the dishes with this wine for lunch. I wonder what the amizi wants to do?"
Yang Shouwen naturally would not refuse Song's request.
On this side, Yang went to prepare lunch, while Yang Moli sat alone on the steps in the front yard, holding a laundry mallet in her hand.
Yang Shouwen sat on the porch and watched the young lady tease the dog with Bodhi.
Song simply cleaned up the room, then came to the front hall, and sat down next to Yang Shouwen.
"Yizi, what are you going to do with this wine?"
"Um?"
Yang Shouwen was stunned and looked at Yang in confusion.
"Don't tell me that you want to drink this wine by yourself.
Mrs. Yang told me that you are not a good wine person. Then you have to spend so much effort, you must want to sell it."
This Song family is a smart person.
Yang Shouwen hesitated for a moment and said softly: "To be honest, I really want to sell this wine, so as to add some income to my family. My father is in the yamen, although he has no worries about food and clothing, the daily expenses for sending him off will not be less. I originally wanted to pay all the income from this yitian, and in the future I rely on this wine to maintain my life here.
Since my mother asked, would she have any ideas?”
Song smiled and said softly: "Yizi has a good idea, but do you know how to sell this wine well?"
"this……"
Yang Shouwen had no experience in doing business in his previous life, and he was also confused.
Song said: "Wine is good, and people need to know.
Changping is located in a deserted area, and even if you have a lot of money, how much wine can you sell in a year? It’s cheaper, not cost-effective; it’s expensive, but I don’t know who to sell it to. I know that many people look down on merchants, but I don’t know that there are also great knowledge in these merchants. Back then, my father was able to make a huge family business by relying on furs, and he had his own means of doing business.
Unfortunately, my three brothers... didn't learn how to do business, but they made up all day long, and they could only be ruined.
Chapter completed!