Third uncle, it's too early to say this, this may be the opinion of a small number of people, now after all, the immortal drunk is only famous in the upper echelons of a few cities, and a large number of people don't even know what the immortal drunk is. This is cold and takes a kind of wine that people don't know about and entertains foreign guests, do you say that foreign guests dare to drink it?"

"We owe it to us to think about this, I'll go back and talk to your uncle about it, but if your immortal drunk can be divided into various grades, I think this is the most beneficial to the spread of the fame of the immortal drunk." Zuo Guangzhong thought for a while and said.

Yang Chengzhi thought for a while and said, "I heard my grandfather say that the ancestors of the Yang family require that the self-brewed wine must be the best taste, and if it is divided into grades, the taste will be different."

"Chengzhi can really be divided into grades." Wang Haiyan, who was sitting next to Yang Chengzhi, asked.

"Yes, it's just that the medicinal materials added in it are different, but even the lowest-grade immortal drunk is a little better than the ordinary famous wine sold on the market."

"Chengzhi, then you say that this lowest-grade immortal drunk plus the cost of raw materials, medicinal materials and labor or something, you calculate how much the cost is." Wang Haiyan asked.

Yang Chengzhi nodded and calculated for a while, "If you count everything, the cost price of a catty is about five Chinese dollars", of course, he did not add ambergris, the main raw material for making medicinal wine.

"It's only five yuan, which is too cheap," Zuo Guangzhong said.

"I heard a lot from my grandfather, when the ancestors of the Yang family opened their own restaurants, they all sold their own medicinal wine, and the cheapest one was only a few pennies, and this kind of wine was specially brewed for the suffering."

"If you can really brew a fairy drunk suitable for the toiling masses at the bottom, this wine doesn't need to be advertised at all, they are the best advertisement." Old man Zhou, who was born in poverty, said.

Hearing these people say this, Yang Chengzhi suddenly realized that he has been committed to the taste of his own medicinal liquor, but he has neglected the inheritance of Chinese liquor culture.

The Chinese wine culture that has been inherited for thousands of years, and every kind of Chinese famous wine that has been passed down to the present is not drunk by the lowest working people. No kind of wine can be famous in China from the first brew.

Their Yang family's self-brewed medicinal wine has been passed down for more than a hundred years, but it is still unknown, saying that the medicinal wine brewed by their own taste is not good, and they don't want to believe it when they kill him, so the problem is there, and the old man reminded him in a word just now.

It's the lack of live advertising in the mouth of the old man.

Thinking of this, Yang Chengzhi had a plan in his heart, so he said, "I will start to remix various medicinal materials in the past two days to see how to brew a fairy drunk with the sweetest taste that is most suitable for the people of the lowest class to drink."

The people in the restaurant all nodded with satisfaction, what they admired most about Yang Chengzhi was this, and he could understand the truth from it when people dialed him a little.

"Let's stop discussing, sit down and talk about it after eating, and see if the food is cold." Zuo Yuxia put down the chopsticks in her hand and said.

This group of people reacted, they were eating, everyone looked at each other and smiled, not discussing the problem of the gods being drunk, they all stretched out their chopsticks and raised their wine glasses.

A meal. Let Zuo Guangzhong and Zhou Wenying, who came to Yangjiagou for the first time, eat to their heart's content. The two leaned on the sofa and touched their slightly bulging lower abdomen, sighing that they were too busy with work, and it would be nice if they stayed in Yangjiagou every day.

In the afternoon, Zuo Guangzhong and Zhou Wenying took a large cart of vegetables and fruits, as well as the game that Yang Chengzhi brought back from the mountains, and happily returned to Yanjing.

Yang Chengzhi looked at the two cars in the distance, and couldn't help muttering: It's more powerful than the little devil sweeping, all the fruits in the backyard are not left, just pull the game away, and take the freezer away.

Zuo Yuxia, who was standing beside her, heard her son complaining in a low voice, pinched his waist, and said in a low voice, "You kid, why do you say this about your third uncle and sister-in-law, if they let them hear it, the rest of the things will not be saved."

Yang Chengzhi rubbed his mother's pinched waist, said hello to Zuo Yuxia, ran to the warehouse of the small wine shop with a cigarette, closed the warehouse door, and drummed his immortal drunk.

At lunchtime, the conversation of a cadre of people allowed him to find a new goal, and he tried his best to study a kind of immortal drunkenness, so that immortal drunkenness could first spread among the toiling masses living at the lowest level.

Yang Chengzhi looked at a bunch of herbs in the warehouse and meditated, trying to find the most ideal way to make the brewed immortal drunk both cheap and pure.

He was thinking about the problem of immortal drunkenness here, but in the Yangjiagou Brigade, Yang Fengshan, the village party secretary, was covering his head and didn't know what to do.

In the morning, he discussed good things with Yang Chengzhi and helped Yang Chengzhi recruit more than a dozen villagers with difficult family conditions in the village to help in the small wine shop.

At first, most of the villagers who came to sign up were more difficult villagers, but a few of them were okay, and they also wanted to try their luck here.

At that time, Yang Fengshan also told the villagers in the notice that Yang Chengzhi's recruitment conditions were more difficult for his family, there were many children, and there were old people to support.

At first, the villagers agreed with this statement, thinking that Yang Chengzhi's practice of giving priority to these people was good, and they also selected ten families like the one mentioned in the conditions from among the people who signed up in the village.

Yang Fengshan saw that the matter was successfully resolved, and he told these people to work hard, saying that the salary given by Yang Chengzhi was not low, and some curious villagers asked if they went to help in the small wine shop, whether they could take care of a few people in a month and last year, and they were all given more than 2,000 Chinese coins.

Yang Fengshan smiled and told them that the salary of this recruitment was much more than last year, and Yang Chengzhi said that he would give 5,000 Huaxia coins a month, and if the benefits were good at the end of the year, he would give a bonus.

As soon as he finished saying this, the people around the crowd turned the sky upside down, and they all thought that they could give more than 2,000 yuan at first, and it would be more than 30,000 yuan in a year. , they farm their own land, plus the National Day and May Day can earn at least 30,000 or 40,000 yuan these days, which is not much compared with the villagers who work in the small winery.

But now the salary is 5,000, and it is 60,000 a year, not counting the red envelope sent by Yang Chengzhi at the end of the year, they all know that Yang Shuchun and Jia Danping helped Yang Chengzhi's house last year.

After a few months, the salary was not spent, and during the New Year, Yang Chengzhi also bought them New Year's clothes and food, and gave each family a big red envelope of 5,000 yuan, and even a few workers who worked in the wine shop for a few days each received a red envelope of 2,000 yuan.

Calculate that people's annual net income is thirty or forty thousand, and what they can get all year round is eight thousand, and they all envy Yang Shuchun and Jia Danping.

Now when I heard that I was giving 5,000 a month, I was in a hurry, and I changed my mind and said that my family conditions were similar to those families, and finally more than 100 families in the village came to the brigade and wanted to go to Yang Chengzhi's small wine shop to help.

No one listened to what Yang Fengshan said, they were all arguing and shouting in the brigade, this one said how his family suffered, which one said that there was something wrong with his old man, and the other said that his children had no money to go to school, anyway, now the villagers in Yangjiagou are poorer than the other.

Yang Fengshan wanted to find Yang Chengzhi to come over, but the villagers didn't agree, and the villagers didn't let him go now, for fear that he would go to Yang Chengzhi to complain. There is no way to get Yang Fengshan at all.