After a full meal - what, of course, it is for some people, and there is enough wine, such as Kazuo Tanaka, and some people are not full of wine and food, and the typical representative is the county magistrate Zhao. "For the latest chapters" >

The fat man was excited to go to the deer farm, but he was not at home these days, and he didn't know how much fruit he had picked.

Sakurada remembered the photo of the last time she rode a deer, so she happily went as well. Naturally, the others had to accompany them, so the large army rushed to the deer farm.

At this moment, the sun is already setting in the mountains, and the soft red light is sprinkled all over the mountain village, and the fat man is quite sexual, obviously in a good mood. Sakurada Masashi also temporarily forgot her mission and immersed herself in the quiet mountain village.

Of course, there are also some people who seem to be restless, and they are blinded by too much ** in their hearts, such examples, the fat man has seen too much, and he has personal experience, so he will not make such a mistake again.

When he arrived at the deer farm, even the fat man was amazed, and saw a blue-purple city wall winding and circling, twisting and turning, with a simple shed on it, and the shed was covered with thatch, looking like a long dragon.

Don't underestimate the power of the masses! The fat man sighed in his heart, so many blueberries, whether they are sold or brewed, should be about the same, and the collection team can call it a day tomorrow.

Pick up a mountain persimmon and throw it into his mouth, chewing it soundly, the fat man thinks, such a good thing, must be used well.

"Auntie, you can taste it too. Kiki grabbed a handful and handed it to Sakurada Masashizu.

It's good, it's more mellow than the wine just now. Sakurada Masashi bit one open and praised it again and again.

Kiki introduced the newlywed members of the deer pen to her, and Sakurada followed Kiki, as if she had also become a little girl, chirping and pulling Kiki and them to take pictures.

The fat man squatted to the side to discuss things with the old revolutionary. Tell the old revolutionary to go to Zhang Luo transport vehicle. These mountains are persimmons. It is estimated that ten cars and eight cars will not be able to pull it all.

The old revolution was a little worried: "Fatty. What are we going to do with those dried wild vegetables in the field this year? If the Japanese don't take it. Put it in our hands is firewood. ”

"Hey, hey. Hold your horses. It's like that. If you're in a hurry. People are not in a hurry. What are we in a hurry when we have the goods? Tell others to hurry up. "The fat man has a bottom in his heart. Sakurada came quietly. Isn't it just for the wild vegetables? Those words are excuses. In the end, it depends on whether it is available.

The other party is doing business. The purpose is the same as that of a fat man. It's about making money. Since it's about making money. It's like earning more for yourself. So be sure to hold your breath.

Looking at Sakurada Masakazu, who is playing like a girl. The fat man thought to himself: Maybe she is also competing for patience. For the latest chapters}

It's okay to be idle. The fat man looked at the dozens of vats again. The juice inside is basically finished at the beginning ^

According to Lao Wu Tou, tomorrow you can pump out the wine in the tank, wrap the dry goods on it with gauze, wring out the wine inside, and the whole wine-making process will be half completed. All that remains is to be sealed and stored slowly for deep fermentation.

In the process of winemaking, in fact, the most feared thing is oxygen to destroy. Therefore, it must be sealed and preserved, except for the initial fermentation, when a large amount of carbon dioxide can be produced, which is deposited in the mouth of the tank, which can isolate oxygen, but after the fermentation is completed, if it is still there, it will be sour in less than two days, and the wine will become vinegar.

Thinking that he would be able to drink pure fruit wine in the coming year, the fat man was happy in his heart, and he was more worried about building a winery, and gradually, a general outline appeared in his head.

"Mr. Huang, can we go to the place where we rowed last time tomorrow?" Sakurada ran over panting, her face flushed.

The fat man didn't have time to talk nonsense with her, so he spread his hands and said, "Miss Sakurada, I'm really sorry, you and we have so many fruits waiting to be sold, we really can't get out of it." Besides, the old fisherman last time was angry with his son today, and he probably won't be able to agree, so you better hurry up and talk about business in the county, hehe-"

Disappointment was immediately written on Sakurada Masashizu's face, she really wanted to hug that heavenly pool again, but this fat man was too stingy.

"Mr. Huang, can't we become partners, and we don't even have friends?"

"It's because we're friends that we can drink at the same table and hang out together. Miss Sakurada, we have a few old sayings in China: the white rabbit is a white rabbit, looking around, the clothes are not as good as the new, and the people are not as good as the old. ”

Sakurada Masashi recruited Kazuo Tanaka and asked for a long time, only then did he understand what the fat man meant, and his face was slightly red: This fat man is saying that we are not friends enough, and we are unwilling to cooperate with him, and we forget the old people when we have new people, but doing business is not about making friends, everything must be based on interests.

"Mr. Huang, we will always be friends. Sakurada Masashi still stretched out her hand seriously.

"Maybe a partner, Sakurada-sama, and I'm sure you'll come back again. The fat man smiled, which made people feel a little unfathomable.

The crowd slowly slipped to the house, and saw a shirtless man pushing planers, rolls of shavings all over the ground, as if it were snowing.

Next to the wooden case, there was a large wooden barrel more than one meter high, and there were some wooden planks piled up next to it, all of which were pushed smooth and slippery.

"Pillar, okay, the craftsmanship is good!" the fat man couldn't help but praise, the barrel was narrow at both ends and round in the middle, I really don't know how he spliced it together.

The craft of the second pillar is really a must, fatty, you ask people to release deer) 7 If you really build a winery, you will take a few apprentices to make barrels. "Old Wu Tou also picked up his big finger, it is really not easy to get into his eyes and get praise.

Erzhu put down the planer and wiped the beads of sweat on his face: "Hehe, it's all a craft handed down from the ancestors, I thought it was going to be broken, and I didn't think it would be used again." ”

The fat man went up and patted him on the shoulder: "Everyone has their own strengths, the key is to find their own position." ”

"The casks are so delicate that if they were used to hold wine, they would be no worse than the highest quality French wine barrels. After all, Kazuo Tanaka still has a little knowledge, and he also praised: "The most rare thing is that the entire barrel is all handmade, no glue, no nails, I just don't know if it leaks or not?"

Erzhu blushed and shouted: "If it leaks, isn't it waste, it can only be used as a rice bucket, and I make it according to the standard of a bucket." ”

After finishing, he picked up two wooden boards: "Look at my practice, there are grooves at both ends of the wooden strips, and then close them together, gritting their teeth, tightly closing the seams, and it is strange that they can leak." ”

The fat man took a closer look, it was really like this, and there was a notch on the top and bottom of the board, which seemed to be inlaid with two bottom covers, and the whole wooden barrel was indeed completely spliced by hand, which can be said to be natural.

Kazuo Tanaka drank a little too much, of course, he couldn't easily believe the words of the second pillar, took an iron bucket, brought half a drop of water and poured it into the wooden bucket, covered it with a stopper, and then put the bucket down, and boneled on the ground for a long time, but not even a drop of water leached out, he finally obeyed, and raised his big finger vigorously.

The second stunned man also regained his self-confidence: "In ancient times, making wooden barrels was very prosperous, and the young men who had just apprenticed were generally not proficient, and the wooden barrels made were not tight, and they would leak when they were filled with water, so they could only use such buckets to hold rice, which was called rice buckets; ”

"There's still such a thing, haha-" The fat man also listened to the freshness, so he glanced at County Magistrate Zhao, maybe it is more appropriate to use a rice bucket to describe this kind of person.

As everyone knows, County Magistrate Zhao is also rolling his eyes and glancing at the fat man, probably in his eyes, the fat man's round figure is more like a rice bucket.

"Who is the rice bucket, we have to wait and see. The fat man didn't feel funny in his heart, although he was closer to him in terms of image, but the fat man had connotations, and they were all full, unlike the buckets on the ground, which only filled a bottom, and the result was a strong one.

The second pillar gushed about making a barrel: "This knowledge of making a barrel is not small, the first step is to choose a good material, there is a dead knot of wood on it, you can't say anything, when the knot falls, it is a round hole, and the whole barrel will be wasted." ”

The truth is similar to a fishy pot of soup. Old Wu twisted his beard and spoke even more annoyingly.

"The second step is to boil the wood thoroughly, remove the grease, and kill the insects inside, and the boiled wood can be used for decades without breakage. ”

The eyes of several people all shot at County Magistrate Zhao, causing him to feel a chill in his heart.

"Third, the interface should be tight, so that we can make real buckets and wine barrels, not rice buckets. Although Erzhuzi said every word about the method of making a barrel, in the ears of this county magistrate Zhao, every sentence was harsh, as if they were sarcastic about him.

"Miss Sakurada, it's getting late, let's go back to the village. County Magistrate Zhao felt that it was not a taste, so he went home.

Sakurada Masashi nodded, and then said to the fat man: "Mr. Huang, when your fruit wine is brewed, how about you put it in this wooden barrel and give me a barrel?"

"If it's a friend, ten barrels is fine. "The fat man giggles and sloppily eyes.

"Aren't we friends now?" asked Sakurada with a wink.

"We have an old Chinese saying, called Lu Yao knows horsepower, and only time can witness everything. Let's go back to the village and rest, I'll live here. The fat man stretched and walked straight into the house.

"Wait for me, I'll stay here too. Ma Zhanshan also shouted, and then followed, he really didn't have a good impression of this county magistrate Zhao, and he was a man who loved and hated clearly, so he didn't hide it.

The big pigtail pulled Sakurada Yajing back to the village, and the county magistrate Zhao and others had to go to each house to find a stay, he was a little clean, lying on the kang and turning over and over and over and couldn't sleep, and finally simply fought with a flea for most of the night.

After breakfast the next day, County Magistrate Zhao couldn't bear it anymore and strongly asked Sakurada Yajing to go on the road. Sakurada Masashi originally wanted to relive the quiet life in the mountain village here, but seeing that the fat man was lukewarm, it was quite boring, so he left the backer abruptly.

The fat man asked the old revolutionary to take a convenient car to the county seat, and when he left, he did not forget to advise: "Don't come too many cars in a bunch, if you can't sell them in the city, we will lose money." ”

The old revolutionary gave him a blank look: "It's not bad if you don't run for nothing, your kid is really ambitious." ”

The fat man smiled: "Who doesn't know, you have a lot of skills, you are definitely a wine barrel, not a rice barrel - what, I forgot, you drink two taels of wine at a meal, and it is a bit wronged to call you a wine barrel." ”

"Less bullshit, just the amount of food you have, it's just right to be a rice bucket. "The old revolution got cheap and happily got into the car.

The fat man patted his belly: "The rice bucket is the rice bucket, at least we have dry goods in it." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please post 6 verses more, support the work, support the genuine reading!)

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