Qiqi doesn't cry, I'll come to see you on vacation, and you can also ask Uncle Fat to lead it. Wu Qiong coaxed Qiqi while wiping the tears on her cheeks, that appearance made the fat man's heart tremble, and he couldn't help but think of his parents.

"When this time is over, you must go and take a look, and you can do your filial piety in advance." The fat man swore secretly in his heart.

"Let's go, let's get over there, there's something better." The second fat man opened up like a little guide, and an idea suddenly popped up in the fat man's heart: maybe this place will become a tourist attraction in the future, and the second fat man is also a qualified tour guide, and only the children in the mountains will really understand the mountains.

In front of a piece of grass, Er Feizi stopped, and then said mysteriously: "The best fruit in our Daqing Mountain is inside, guess what?" ”

Qiqi and Wu Qiongna, who were anxious, had the patience to listen to him, stretched out their little hands, and picked up the grass, only to see small shrubs more than a foot high growing there, and the most striking thing was that the fruits hanging on the branches were actually blue and purple.

The fat man has seen a lot of fruits, but this is the first time he has seen the blue one. I saw that this fruit was slightly smaller than grapes, and the shape of the fruit was about the same as that of blackcurrant, and it was also round, and it was also covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

"What kind of fruit is this?" Old Wu Tou also asked with great interest.

"We all call it Shandu persimmon, it's peculiar, only this fruit is blue, and it can be picked for a month, and it's the best to eat."

The second fat man was talking energetically, and the two little girls and the fat man were already squatting there and began to pick fruits. The fat man put one in his mouth and chewed it slowly, sweet and sour, and there was a natural aroma of wine, which was really delicious.

Qiqi and Wu Qiong were also chirping, both noisy and delicious. And the seeds inside are so small that they can almost be ignored and swallowed directly. No, the seeds of the mushroom and the black ones are much smaller.

"You two can eat. Tell you. If you eat too much, you will get drunk. I'll see you guys get drunk in a minute—hee-hee. The second fat man gloated and looked at the two little girls who were eating and eating.

"This is the best fruit wine. Enough sugar. It contains sake in itself. Old Wu Tou also chewed the mountain persimmon with bright eyes.

"Grandpa. Your tongue is purple! Wu Qiong looked at her grandfather as he spoke. The mouth and tongue turned purple. Even the lips.

"Huh. Grandpa is not afraid. I'm afraid that the young girl and the boy will go into the mountain. I didn't do anything. But he went out with purple lips. Unclear explanation. "Old Wu Tou has the energy. Looking at the fat man and the big pigtails with a smile.

The fat man snorted: "It's not serious." Let's be serious. Can these things be made together? ”

"Then it depends on the production. As long as the quantity is sufficient. That's it. Old Wu said solemnly.

"Erfeizi, are there many persimmons in this mountain?" The fat man hurriedly asked the little tour guide.

"Many, many, in the old forest, one by one. Moreover, it is better to keep this fruit, and it will not spoil for that month or two. ”

"It's so powerful-" The fat man suddenly felt in his heart: This mountain persimmon is more like a simple mountain people, enthusiastic, simple, long-term, and the more you go, the more you taste.

After eating two of the big braids, she also turned into a purple tongue, and she said with a retrospective face: "Actually, this mountain is very famous, and Brother Huang, you should have known it a long time ago." ”

The fat man recalled it in his mind, and then shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, at the beginning of the second fat man, I thought the city he was talking about was a big city." ”

"This is something that ordinary people don't know, but we have read the literary works of Soviet writers, and there is often a small fruit in it, called gooseberry, which is Shandu persimmon." After all, the big braid grows in the north, so it teaches the fat man another lesson.

The fat man scratched his head and said a few times: "It turned out to be this, it's the right number, or how can I say that I have to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles." Qiqi Wu Qiong, you must remember it in the future. ”

Everyone picked a lot of mountain persimmons, and then went forward under the guidance of the two fatties, and soon there were mountain grapes, prickly rose fruit, mountain clove, mountain red and so on, the varieties are rich, and everyone feasts on it.

And Qiqi and Wu Qiong, the two gluttonous little girls, finally ate their teeth, covering their cheeks, not even daring to suck the atmosphere, and their teeth looked like they were about to fall out when they gasped.

"The brocade scales are in the water, the fresh fruits are in the forest, the rare birds are in the sky, and the strange beasts are in the mountains. Old Wu couldn't help but admire. The fat man pursed his lips and spoke in his heart: this old man still has a little ink in his belly.

So everyone went home satisfied, and the three hairy monkeys were the happiest, this guy ate food, and his belly was round. Qiqi touched Maomao's head enviously: "Why don't people lose their teeth?" ”

"Old man, let's talk about winemaking." The fat man knew that the number of wild fruits in Daqing Mountain was enough to be described as 100 tons, and he had a bottom in his heart, so he discussed it with Lao Wutou.

"You think it's as simple as making your own wine, and I don't drink the mountain wine you make." Old Wu Tou glanced at the fat man, his face full of pride.

"I was at my uncle's house last time, but I saw that you drank very well." The fat man was not to be outdone, revealing the other party's old bottom.

"I see that the raw materials for your brewing are not bad, but the workmanship is too rough, and the good things are not good." Old Wu Tou argued in his mouth, and then asked the fat man: "Do you know what machines are needed to make wine, how many processes it takes, it will take several years, and it will take ......."

Every time he asked, the fat man shook his head, which was not just a question that he didn't know, but he didn't know every question. Angry, Old Wu Tou finally asked, "Do you know how to drink?" ”

The fat man still shook his head

He nodded hurriedly: "Of course I will drink it, I don't understand anything you said, you always understand." ”

"You kid-" Old Wu Tou pointed at the fat man with his finger: "You prepare 100,000 yuan first, and you can sell wine after three years." ”

"100,000 yuan!" The fat man can stuff a goose egg into his mouth: "Even if you sell me, I won't be able to make so much money, and it will take three years to make a profit, I'm afraid this winery won't be able to open." ”

"Of course, the longer the history of the distillery, the better, why Moutai is so good is that people have a heritage. If there are no 100,000 yuan, 50,000 yuan will be completed, let's start to make the scale smaller. Lao Wu Tou unceremoniously criticized the fat man's erroneous thinking of only caring about immediate interests and not having a long-term vision.

The fat man scratched his head vigorously: "Can there be more, I heard that there is also a family wine-making workshop, the daughter is red, the champion is red or something, isn't it all their own family that gave birth to children, and then buried the wine in the ground?" ”

"That's to keep it at home, don't you want to build a factory to make money?"

"The point is that there is no money!" The fat man showed a bitter gourd face, just a few days ago, he still felt that his pocket was bulging, and now he looks at it, this money is not good at all, he can only be a rich man.

Money is definitely the biggest obstacle to the exhibition, but generally speaking, this problem will inevitably be encountered when starting a business.

Thinking about the popularity of wine for decades, especially the fruit wine made from pure fresh fruits, which cannot be hundreds of dollars a bottle, the fat man knows that this is definitely a way to make money.

And, as Lao Wu Tou said, the sooner you start, the easier it is to make a name for yourself in this industry. Since Daqingshan has such abundant mountain fruit resources, important things cannot be used, and even the fat man feels sorry for himself.

"When I find a way to raise funds, our distillery will be up and running." It was the first time for the fat man to talk to Lao Wu Tou so solemnly, and both of them liked to joke and were a little improper.

Old Wu Tou also sighed for the first time: "Okay, I'll see if I can help you find a way, but you kid have to hurry, I may be able to live for a few years." "At the end of the day, it's a little sad.

The fat man smacked his lips: "You can't come for nothing, let's use the soil method first, brew some and drink it yourself." ”

Old Wu Tou's spirit was lifted: "Cheng, I'll try my craft here first, mountain grapes, mountain persimmons, blackcurrants, come to these three first." ”

"Okay, it's a bit of a veteran." The fat man raised his big finger at him: "I decided, play chess in the future, let you have a horse, lend you a horse, hahaha-"

When they returned home, it was already evening, and the army of wheat harvesters had also returned to the village, and everyone greeted several guests with tired and satisfied smiles on their faces.

"Fatty, you are so leisurely, why don't you call me when you enter the mountain." Wang Sanpao chased after him from behind, complaining at the top of his voice.

"Third uncle, you have wronged us, we are going up the mountain to investigate." The fat man said happily.

Wang Sanpao looked at everyone's mouths and smiled: "You are inspecting the wild fruits in the mountains, have you failed to investigate the teeth?" ”

Qiqi pointed to his cheeks, not daring to open his mouth to speak, a vigorous whining, and his teeth were even more sour when he saw the wind.

"Hahaha, gluttonous girl, go home and chew some green onion leaves, if it doesn't work, you will have a meeting of soda." Wang Sanpao really has some local methods, but I don't know how effective it is. However, the fat man estimates that the alkali will definitely work, is the acid and alkali comprehensive, but the alkali is too astringent, it is better to let the teeth recover slowly.

"Third uncle, Uncle Wu turned out to be a master of winemaking, and he is going to make fruit wine for us." The fat man excitedly reported to Wang Sanpao.

Wang Sanpao is also commonly known as the big wine bag, but he is not interested in fruit wine, after all, it is not as good as soju, so he said: "Can you make some grain wine, it is best to be 60 degrees, then it is strong enough." ”

Old Wu Tou smiled: "That's not a problem, wait until autumn, I'll make you some sorghum wine." ”

Wang Sanpao was happy when he heard it: "Let's go, go to my house to eat at night, bacon stewed beans, let's eat while chatting." ”

"Alright, when your house finishes cutting the wheat, we will definitely go." The fat man knew that everyone was tired for a day, so he was embarrassed to trouble them, so he went home directly.

Qiqi and Wu Qiong went straight to the garden, each took a handful of green onion leaves, put them in their mouths, and didn't dare to chew them at first, but then slowly got better. I don't know if the green onions really work, or if it's just too hard.

At dinner, there was another big fruit plate on the table: rock sugar mountain fruit.

This is a veritable "rock sugar", with white sugar mixed in the middle of the fruit, and a circle of ice cubes on the four outer rings. In the summer, take a bite, cool wow, sweet silky, sour, absolutely enjoyable, better than any cold drink.

The ice cube is the ice that the fat man has accumulated along the edge of the big well. The big well is dozens of meters deep, and even in May and June, there is ice on the wooden planks around the bottom of the well.

The method of taking ice is a bit suspenseful, a child squats in a large rubber bucket, holds an iron, shakes the wheel, vertically lowers the baby, collects ice below, and then shakes it up.

That is, the rural baby is bold, and if he is a child at the time of the fat man, it is estimated that he will not go down if he is killed. Even if a fat man is so stupid and bold, he doesn't dare to go down - what, there are two main reasons: one is afraid that the rope will not be able to hold back, and the other is that no one is so strong that he can shake him up. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please post 6 chapters for more, support the author, support genuine reading!) )