Yongan opened the door and walked towards the latrine.
Zhang Deyi, who was hiding in the corner, glanced at his back secretly, and then secretly followed him to the latrine.
This hut is very simple, just a small room made of broken bricks and stones. The door is made of several wooden boards and tied with a metal chain. But inside, it is separated by a bamboo curtain, with a
A whole piece of oil paper cloth was used to seal the top.
Zhang Deyi saw Yongan entering the latrine, so he hid beside the latrine and peeked in the door.
Inside the door, the little man in work clothes stood with his back to the door and untied his waist rope, and the sound of water started to sound.
Only then did Zhang Deyi give up. He spat in his heart. It turned out that although Yongan was a bitch, he was really a capable boy. He felt a little disappointed, curled his lips and slipped away quietly.
After leaving the small courtyard where Yongan lived, Zhang Deyi simply stopped working all night and went directly back to his room and fell asleep.
After about a moment, Hua Xiaogu returned to the small courtyard carrying a food box.
"I bought you some roast chicken, roast goose, and a bowl of noodles. Eat this noodles, and eat less meat when you have time. You have been hungry for a long time, and it is not good to eat too much all of a sudden." Hua Xiaogu said.
He put the food box on the table and said to Yongan with wet hair.
Yongan was already salivating.
After the two had eaten, they packed up and went to sleep. When Yong'an fell ill, Hua Xiaogu gave up the bed to him and made do with it by lying on the table all night.
The next day, while Yongan was still asleep, Hua Xiaogu packed himself up and went out to work.
Before she reached the door of the workshop, she heard a burst of noise. Hua Xiaogu looked at the guys gathered around the door of the workshop, wondering in her heart. She walked forward and grabbed Sanming who was squatting beside him: "Why?
What’s going on?”
Sanming looked up at Hua Xiaogu, and then replied with a sad face: "The door of the fermentation workshop was not closed last night, the temperature was not controlled well, and all the rice wine in the room turned sour this morning..."
Hua Xiaogu opened his mouth slightly and looked around blankly.
Such a big accident happened...
Everyone in the entire workshop looked nervous. None of the master craftsmen had come, and the people who were there were basically unable to make up their minds.
Hua Xiaogu walked into the fermentation workshop, and sure enough, she smelled a sour smell as soon as she entered the door.
Today's wine is basically made from rice wine and fruit wine. The alcohol content is not high and it is difficult to preserve.
If the facilities are not perfect, ordinary small wineries can only make wine in winter to ensure that the wine does not deteriorate. However, Tianjia has always been a royal winery and needs to make wine all year round, so the fermentation house is equipped with tools to control the temperature.
, used to ensure the quality of wine.
As a result, the busy work of more than a month some time ago was all in vain because the door was left open one night.
"Who was on duty last night?"
"It's a benefit, right? Where's the benefit?"
"Come out! Damn it! Before the masters can drive him out, I have to beat him first!"
The group of people made a lot of noise, and some actually went to Zhang Deyi's room.
"Stop making trouble! Has anyone gone to notify the young master?"
"Gone a long time ago!" someone shouted, and the whole wine shop was noisy, but everyone had anger and bitterness on their faces.
Hua Xiaogu understood them very well. After working hard for more than a month, the result fell short. Not only that, if this batch of mixed fruit wine could not be produced at the Queen Mother's birthday banquet in the autumn, their Tian family would probably offend the royal family because of this matter, although it would not be a big deal.
The whole family is ruined, but there will always be other wineries that take advantage of this to eat up the Tian family's share of the market.
