But no matter whether the sweet potato wine was called 'Gan Li' or 'Yu Yao', Zhuang Keqing, who brewed it, was still grinding the pulp and making tofu as before, driving Daheila's cart in Erli Village and Songling Town.
Back and forth between.
The days passed very quickly. Zhuang Keqing had already met shopkeeper Hu and knew that the owner of Wufuji would come to discuss with her the specific matters of building a winery.
To be honest, although building a wine shop is not a small matter, she originally thought that the other party would probably send a big shopkeeper or a big manager here. No matter what, she never expected that the owner of Wufuji could be attracted like this.
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This is why she underestimated the ancients' admiration and pursuit of wine.
After all, wine can not only bring people the most direct sensory stimulation and make people slightly tipsy, but it can also quickly make people indulge in their own spiritual world.
And I don’t know how many literati and poets left beautiful poems that will be remembered forever after drinking, which made people flock to them in the prosperous dynasty that worshiped literature.
But no matter how excited and cautious shopkeeper Hu acted, and gave instructions one after another, Zhuang Keqing was not worried at all.
She had discussed the matter of building a wine shop with Aling many times in private, and she already had a case in mind. No matter what requests the other party made, she would fulfill the interests of the villagers of Erli Village.
Never give in on this.
"Ke'er, Aunt Li brought some pickled cucumbers in the morning. I'll cut some for dinner in the evening. You just need to cook less."
Qin Manzhi held Aman's hand and led him to practice standing on the kang.
The little guy is almost one year old. He is strong and round, with a plump face and big eyes. His lotus-like calves are hidden under the newly cut cotton pants. He kicks hard and his little hands struggle several times.
I just want to take off my mother's hand.
"Aman just wants to leave by himself."
I just went to the town yesterday to sell goods, and no salesman came today. I had already passed the tofu stall in the morning. Now Zhuang Keqing found a rare moment of free time. He stayed with his mother and Aman and huddled on the heated kang to eat.
Small talk.
"You don't know. A few days ago, you and Brother Ling went out. I went to the kitchen to get something. After only leaving for a short while, your brother stood up by himself, holding on to the railing. I was shocked."
Qin Manzhi smiled and said, "Fortunately, Brother Ling was smart and made this guardrail, otherwise this kid would have fallen."
"That's right, my Arling has always been considerate. He helped us think about everything we couldn't think of."
Zhuang Keqing was very thick-skinned. She didn't have the shyness of ordinary girls. She boasted that she was generous and generous, which made Qin Manzhi laugh and scold her.
"You are so shameless, it's just Brother Ling who indulges you like this."
While the mother and daughter were talking, there were two knocks on the door.
Talking about Cao Cao, when Cao Cao arrived, Shen Ling's voice came from outside the house, "Mom, Ke'er, someone outside the yard sent chickens, ducks, and baskets of eggs and vegetables."
The mother and daughter looked at each other, both confused. They couldn't guess who gave it to them, so they simply got off the kang, closed the guardrail, and stuffed two small cloth animal toys inside for Aman to play with.
Just left the house.
Shen Ling had brought the things back and was putting them in the yard. There was a chicken and a duck. The chicken was a reed hen and the duck was a mallard.
The two living creatures had their claws tied up and could not move. At this time, they only stared at the three people in front of them with their small eyes.
"Zhuang San sent it."
Shen Ling then took out the letter placed on the egg basket and handed it to Qin Manzhi.
"Mom can't read, but Brother Ling can read it and I can listen."
It turns out that these things were given by Zhuang and his wife, in order to thank Zhuang Keqing for giving the doctor the life-saving prescription and Pan Kang's kindness.
The tone of the letter was sincere, saying that he knew that what he did in the past was not honest and he did not dare to come and harass him again, but he still wanted to let the big house accept it, otherwise they would feel uneasy.
"Mom, do you want to accept it?"
Although Zhuang Keqing asked this question, he had already felt in his heart that mother would accept it. Sure enough, Qin Manzhi looked at her and said, "Ke'er, if mother wants to accept it, will you blame her?"
In fact, Zhuang Keqing had not cared about what Zhuang San had done for a long time. He was just worried that the family could not understand the situation clearly and made random remarks.
But now it seems that after this period of hard work, the family has understood something, and their previous worries are gone.
"Mom, how could that be? You must have your reasons for doing this."
"Yes." Qin Manzhi responded softly, turned to Shen Ling and said, "Brother Ling, please help bring the eggs and vegetables into the kitchen."
Shen Ling nodded, picked up the things and left.
Afterwards, Qin Manzhi watched the people leave, and then said to her daughter: "You said that Brother Ling will have to take the exam in the future. I think he is also smart and will definitely become a great person in the future."
"So we shouldn't do something too ruthless about some things and people in this village, leaving others with an excuse, so as not to cause controversy and have some impact on him."
When Qin Manzhi saw Shen Ling leaving the kitchen, she lowered her voice even more, "The second and third bedrooms are our blood relatives after all, so it's not easy to get into trouble. Ke'er, you should have thought more clearly about this than mother."
Zhuang Keqing nodded, "Thank you, mother, Aling will understand your hard work today."
After the mother and daughter finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled, and urged Shen Ling to go into the house quickly and not to freeze outside, lest the wind and cold would penetrate their bodies.
Shen Ling nodded in agreement, with no emotion on his face.
But when he returned to the warm room, he was suddenly stunned when he looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table and the book he had just read half-way through.
Although Qin Manzhi and Zhuang Keqing didn't speak loudly, he still heard some words just now.
The heart that was originally aggrieved for Ke'er was instantly filled with shame after realizing Qin Manzhi's secret love for him.
It has been more than half a year since they got married, but he still can't really integrate himself into this family. No matter how much Ke'er cares about him and how his mother-in-law takes care of him, only he knows that he has always been afraid of himself. A passer-by.
Just like in the Shen family, sooner or later he will be bored and abandoned.
But now, the mother-in-law clearly knows how Zhuang San has hurt her beloved daughter, but she can still swallow her anger for Shen Ling and use the opportunity to resolve the hatred.
Then wasn't the worry and fear he had caused because of his unbelief the biggest disrespect to her?
It was only then that Shen Ling truly opened up about himself and asked himself.
Qin Manzhi and her daughter had no idea what Shen Ling was thinking at this time, and had no way of noticing his entanglement and shame. They only discussed the dinner food and happily teased Aman.
I was going to town again the next day, but I didn’t sell tofu. I just sent some fermented bean curd and vermicelli to the Zhao family. I heard that the old man liked the taste of fermented bean curd the most, so now he uses it to make porridge every morning, otherwise he would eat it all day long. They all have no appetite.
Early in the morning, they prepared ten jars of fermented bean curd, thirty kilograms of vermicelli and ten kilograms of dried potatoes. Zhuang Keqing and Shen Ling went into battle lightly, took Dahei with them and left the village.
In addition to delivering goods today, I also have to go to the bookstore and buy some meat, candies, fruits, etc., which I will take with me to visit Zhao Xiucai tomorrow.
Chef Jia of the Zhao Mansion was still as enthusiastic as ever. He collected fermented bean curd and vermicelli and chatted some gossip with Zhuang Keqing.
"Your fermented bean curd is really good. The more you put it around, the smellier it becomes. The smellier it becomes, the more delicious it tastes. It's really strange."
Patting his thigh with his fat palm, he added: "I was afraid that your fan business would be successful and I wouldn't have time to go to Zhao's house anymore. Who would have thought that you kept your promise very well and always came on time?"
, Occasionally, if something happens, I’ll say hello in advance.”
"Then it must be that the Zhao family is kind to me. If it hadn't been for Young Master Zhao, how could I have sold the tofu to the town?"
Zhuang Keqing chatted with her. She was familiar with Chef Jia, and she was very relaxed and talked about whatever she thought.
"Speaking of Young Master Zhao, he wrote a letter to the old man, saying that he heard a classmate show off that there is some kind of wine in the capital. It's hard to find a glass, even if you have money, you can't buy it."
"There is a relative in his classmate's family who is an official in the capital, and his official rank seems to be quite high. He said that he was lucky enough to have a taste of it, and it felt like he was in bliss!"
Then Chef Jia shook his head again and put on an expression of incomprehension, "Who can believe these people who say that one sip of wine can bring you to bliss? Girl, what kind of wine do you think that is? That's an exaggeration. Anyway, I am
Don’t believe it!”
"No matter how delicious it is, how much better can it be than the 'Luofuchun' from the Five Blessings?"
When Chef Jia started bragging, he started to spit, and Zhao Ping was always worried about Zhuang Keqing, fearing that it would be too rude for this guy to wet someone's clothes if he got angry.
But Zhuang Keqing had been wandering in the sky for a long time, thinking about the magical wine that Chef Jia had mentioned.
This wine became famous in the capital. Shopkeeper Hu from Wufuji had once again visited the courtyard, but now she changed her story and said that her boss wanted to come specially to discuss building a winery with her.
