Zhang Dan clearly saw the disappointed look on the shopkeeper's face, and then the shopkeeper pointed to the wine shop next to him: "Did you sell it to them?"
Zhang Dan nodded.
The shopkeeper looked at the waiter beside him, who understood and immediately walked into the wine shop. The shopkeeper could only hope that the wine shop had not discovered the benefits of this buttermilk and could sell it to them at a higher price. This is not a matter of a few jars of wine, but a matter of one.
A stepping stone to a big business. With these things, he could go to various restaurants, sign documents, and make the biggest buttermilk business in the city.
The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Mr. Zhang, can we find a place to have a few words?"
Zhang Dan was obviously a little unfamiliar with this title. It took him a while to come to his senses. He touched his head. How could he become a gentleman if he was not very literate?
"I don't dare, I don't dare," Zhang Dan said, "I'm just a farmer. I just found a few people to do business. It's not appropriate to call me this."
The shopkeeper said: "You deserve it, you deserve it. If you can brew such wine, you should be called sir."
The shopkeeper came to trick Zhang Dan and wanted to know what the relationship between Zhang Dan and this buttermilk was.
Zhang Dan said: "This buttermilk is not made by me, it comes from our village."
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, he had really found the rightful owner, and he was even more unwilling to let Zhang Dan go. He insisted on inviting Zhang Dan to a banquet, but Zhang Dan still refused: "I have something important to do, and I have sold out all the goods."
, you have to go back to the village."
The shopkeeper heard that there were still goods: "Brother, why don't you tell me what they are and see if I can help."
Zhang Dan then took out the things and handed them to the shopkeeper: "This is the glue we boiled there. It is the best for making ink. I haven't found a way yet. I don't know if there is a workshop for making ink in the city."
"Yes," the shopkeeper would never let go of such a good opportunity, "I will take you there."
Zhang Dan agreed and walked forward with the shopkeeper. He kept thinking about the girl from the Zhao family. It seemed that the girl had thought of many things. She asked him to sell buttermilk first. If someone was interested, he would then look for ways to sell glue.
Because glue is different from buttermilk, it takes some effort to feel whether the glue is good or not.
Sometimes he would wonder, could the girl predict the future?
The glue Zhang Dan brought was sold very well, but the ink-making workshop refused to accept it at first. Fortunately, the shopkeeper of the wine shop helped him. He didn't bring much goods, so he kept the workshop. But it looked like that
Son, it’s hard to think of their batch of goods for a while, but the good thing is that their glue has the name of the village printed on it: Taozhou Fengxia Village.
No matter when the workshop is used, if you feel the benefits, you can find them through this. The girl said that Taozhou will be very famous this year, at least everyone in Daqi will know it, so they must do something, and it can be considered a close place.
road.
As the two people were talking, they saw the crowd on the street disperse, and then the cavalry opened the way.
The shopkeeper hurriedly pulled Zhang Dan aside, and soon saw a three-horse carriage approaching slowly. There was a canopy on the top of the carriage, and there were golden patterns on the carriage. When the sun shone on it, it dazzled the eyes.
"Who is this?" Zhang Dan couldn't help but ask the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper waited until the carriage was far away and then took Zhang Dan to a quiet place: "That is the uncle of Guo's family. This time the northwest side was not defeated. General Feng led troops to conquer the Tibetan people."
Zhang Dan was stunned.
The shopkeeper smiled and said: "In the future, you will get used to it as you come and see more often. There will always be more noble people here."
What emerged in Zhang Dan's mind was a different scene. Even the men in the village had to go to the woods to practice boxing every day, not to mention some of the cavalry and war horses he saw with his own eyes galloping over. The heavy pressure made him
People can't breathe.
But... this is the general who the imperial court is about to fight. He parades around the streets with his beautiful carriages and beautiful family members. He doesn't take the war seriously at all, and he doesn't even show his will. You can imagine what it's like.
Zhang Dan shook his head. He was a little lucky that there was Mr. Zhao in Taozhou, as well as Mr. Zhuangyuan, and Zhao Lizheng. Otherwise, he would have been frightened to death when he saw this scene, and would have tried every means to escape with his family after he returned.
Zhang Dan felt very urgent before, fearing that the war would have started when he returned. Now look at the unhurried general of the court. With these two legs, he will definitely be able to outrun their horses.
"Shopkeeper," Zhang Dan looked at the shopkeeper, "do you want to buy more buttermilk from us?"
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up and he said hurriedly: "I want to discuss this with my brother."
Zhang Dan smiled and said, "Maybe we can wait?"
The shopkeeper hurriedly asked: "When will we wait?"
"Wait until," Zhang Dan said, "the battle is over."
The shopkeeper knew that Zhang Dan was referring to the war in the northwest, but he couldn't help but hesitate, not knowing when the battle would be over.
"Soon," Zhang Dan was very confident, "My girl said that she will be stable soon."
The shopkeeper was startled. He wouldn't care about this man's words. What could they know about the war? It didn't depend on the court's arrangements, but... he couldn't help but be affected by this man, because the man
He was so determined that no one seemed to be able to shake his mind.
The shopkeeper nodded: "I hope so."
"So you don't have to worry. If you want to buy it, just place an order with us. If it's too late, it might be sold out."
After signing the paperwork, the shopkeeper kept thinking in his mind that the people in Fengxia Village, Taozhou, were interesting, so he didn't want to miss them this time.
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Taozhou, Fengxia Village.
Since Zhang Dan left, the wine shop in Fengxia Village no longer sells wine because there is no extra manpower. The public just says that the people in the village have left and there is no more mare's milk and cow's milk. If you want to drink it again, you have to
Wait until the people from the village come back.
But I can deal with others, but some people are very difficult to deal with. For example, the generals at Guzang Fort. On the day the winery closed, these people found more than thirty jars of wine from the winery and took them all away.
.
Those wines were not made from cow's milk or mare's milk, but from grain, but the wine produced was much stronger than the wineries on the street. This was something Zhao Jingyun personally tried.
Mr. Song had stumbled over buttermilk before, so he couldn't try it again this time, so he chose Mr. Zhao, who often came to the village to eat.
Zhao Luoyang can understand Mr.'s thoughts.
Those who have fallen down hope that more people will fall down where they fell, so that no one has to laugh at anyone.
Then……
Mr. Zhao, who claimed to be a rich man, was defeated by a bowl of wine. Mr. Zhao liked to hug people and cry when he drank too much. A corner of Song Zhuangyuan's gown was even torn off by Mr. Zhao.
In fact, Zhao Luoyang didn't do anything cruel. She didn't mix alcohol with the wine. This was left to Wang Zeng and the others.
Zhao Xuejing said: "They said they would come to pick it up in a few days and let us brew more."
Zhao Luoyang nodded, this was the result they wanted, and it was not easy to get Wang Zeng's people to take the bait.
"Then do it for them," Zhao Luoyang said, "then help them send it to the military camp."
They only know that the wine in Fengxia Village is delicious, but they don't know that the wine in Fengxia Village can start a fire.