How can a man not drink well? Not only Uncle Zheng stared at the wine-scented wine jar in Gu Ming's hand, but even Zheng Feng, who was still young and should not be able to drink, also stared at the wine jar and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

"Uncle, let's try how this wine tastes." Gu Ming poured out a large bowl and handed it to Uncle Zheng.

Uncle Zheng hurriedly took it, and Mrs. Zheng said with some distress: "Such a good wine...... Asking your uncle to drink it will spoil the good things......"

Uncle Zheng couldn't hear what his mother said at all, so he quickly poured the wine into his mouth and drank it all. After drinking, I stayed for a long time, and then I wiped my mouth like a trance, and sighed sincerely: "There is such a delicious wine in this world!" ”

"Then uncle, you can drink some more." Gu Ming picked up the small jar again and wanted to pour it into his bowl.

Mrs. Zheng was already very distressed when she watched her son drink such a big bowl in one go. There is only such a small jar in total, and I don't know if there are two catties, so he drank several taels in one sip.

Now seeing that her son still wants to drink, she hurriedly stopped him: "I didn't hear Fourteen say that this thing is going to be sold for money!" Just tell you to try the taste, how much more do you want to drink? Can you still drink this thing? ”

Uncle Zheng put down the bowl a little embarrassed, scratched the bowl, and smiled apologetically at Gu Ming. He was also addicted to alcohol, and he forgot about it for a while.

Zheng Feng also stared at the wine jar with his eyes tightly [1] [Ben] [Read. The novel ybduzi, but the others are more sober and know that there is milk present, and they will never let him have wine, so he didn't take the initiative to ask for it.

"Mother-in-law, it doesn't matter, I'm going to do this business in the next fourteen, what's the point of drinking a little wine by myself? And I also plan to open a wine kiln in that Zhuangzi in the future, specializing in this kind of wine. Gu Ming said to Mrs. Zheng with a smile.

Hearing that she would do it in the future, Mrs. Zheng's attitude relaxed, and she just instructed her son: "No matter how delicious it is, you must have a number, don't really get drunk, I'll see how you go back!" ”

Seeing that the milk was loose, Zheng Feng also blushed, found a bowl, and wanted to drink.

Mrs. Zheng was a little reluctant, but in front of her granddaughter who met for the first time, she still had to save some face for her eldest grandson, so she reluctantly agreed.

He just stared at him closely, and only let him pour half a bowl, and he was not allowed to pour another drop.

Zheng Feng knew that this was already his grandmother's bottom line, and he didn't force it, so he poured all this bit of wine into his mouth, and then he didn't rush to swallow it, but tasted it slowly.

"This osmanthus wine is a little interesting!" Zheng Feng exclaimed, "Is there a special way to do it?" ”

Osmanthus wine is not a rare thing, many people will do it, and even many farmers have their own recipes, the osmanthus wine made has a unique taste, and every year there will be merchants who come to search for it. The price is not particularly high, but it is also a small benefit to the farmer.

So at first, he listened to what she said about osmanthus wine, and wanted to do the business of osmanthus wine, but he didn't care too much. This won't be much of a business, so it's better to stay in the village and be in charge.

But I didn't expect that as soon as the wine was dismantled from the mud, the aroma was unusually tangy.

Of course, he understands it this way, the cousin of the Gu family is a rich man, so this wine must also be a good wine to buy. The osmanthus wine brewed from good wine must have a mellower taste and pure smell than the osmanthus wine brewed from ordinary wine.

But now that he was in his mouth, he took a closer look, and he realized that it was not like that.

The family also brews several large jars of osmanthus wine every year, although they are all used to sell, but he also secretly drinks a lot. But no matter what you do, there is a bitter taste in the sake that you can't get rid of.

He has also studied this issue specifically and consulted many people. He was told that osmanthus wine was bitter, and there was no way to avoid it. Some people will wash the osmanthus and then soak it, but although the bitterness of the wine is smaller, it is still there, and the fragrance will become weaker.

If it's not fragrant, how can it be called osmanthus wine? So this kind of wine doesn't actually sell for a high price, so there aren't many people who do it.

Others soak osmanthus in syrup for a few days before soaking it in wine, using sweetness to mask the bitterness. Whether sweetness can really overshadow the bitterness is another matter, but the original pure taste of the sake now has an extra sweetness.

There are also people who do not put sugar, but put a lot of dried fruits, wrap them in gauze with osmanthus flowers, and soak them in wine. The wine brewed in this way suppresses the bitterness of osmanthus with the sweet and sour taste of dried fruits. It's just that in this way, fewer people drink it, and it almost becomes something that only women and children drink.

But now the bowl of osmanthus wine in his mouth is completely different. The fragrance of osmanthus is so strong that it can't be dissolved, but there is no trace of bitterness in the wine taste, and there is no sweet taste, or the taste of sweet and sour dried fruits. He believed in his tongue, and there wasn't much he had eaten in this world, but as long as he had eaten, there was nothing he couldn't taste.

The old man in the village once laughed that he had a natural cook's mouth and wanted to eat all the delicious food in the world. But he didn't think so. What does it mean to be a cook? It's smoky, it's so hard, but the good things that are made are all eaten by others.

What he wants to do is the one who eats the delicious food made by others.

Of course, this hope was extremely ethereal to him, because he didn't understand anything, and he couldn't even write a few words. But suddenly, an opportunity to be able to fulfill his wish suddenly came to him.

Such a delicious osmanthus wine! As long as it is introduced to the market, it will definitely cause madness! This is the real osmanthus wine! Compared with this jar of wine, the so-called osmanthus wine on the market is actually just sugar water eaten by some women and children.

He is confident that this business will definitely become a big business!

"Are you really going to give me this wine to take care of for you?" Zheng Feng tasted it for a long time before he reluctantly swallowed the wine, looked at her with sparkling eyes, and asked, "Are you sure?" ”

"I made a special trip to ask Zhiting to invite you here, just for these two things." Gu Ming smiled and said, "Do you have the guts to go next?" You know, if you dare to mess around, I'll make you pay for it. ”

"Don't worry!" Zheng Feng was full of confidence and assured Gu Ming proudly.

In this way, a young boy who had just come out of the mountain village walked into this ancient city and began his confident figure in this city.

And all of this is because Gu Ming gave him this opportunity.

If it weren't for her, it would be at least a few more years before he had such a chance to leave that small mountain village and come to the city to start his brilliant life.

But now, all this has not happened, and no one knows that he is really able to be so successful. Uncle Zheng hesitated and said, "This ...... Not quite right? What about our houses, land, and livestock? ”