In later generations, Mao Jue's era was the era of liquor, what Wuliangye Moutai Fenjiu Xinghua Village, supermarkets and restaurants shared the world equally with beer, and occasionally some wine could emerge, but in this era, liquor or soju still belonged to the ranks of dicks, and what really ran rampant in the world was people's rice wine.

Especially in the south of the Yangtze River, Shaoxing rice wine-based southern wine even Cangzhou rice wine, the northern wine has been defeated, in this case, the people of the time also regard rice wine as wine, and shochu as wine, Mao Jue wants to sell liquor to Jiangnan, it is really difficult, difficult to go to the sky.

But it's not without chance! The reason why liquor became popular in later generations is because during the Anti-Japanese War, the entire Chinese transportation line was cut off, and the main production area of rice wine, Jiangnan, also fell, but the common people still had to drink, and most of the soju liquor made from sorghum and other grains occupied the market, and when the world was peaceful, people's taste buds were also accustomed to soju.

In a few years, a chaotic era at the end of the Ming Dynasty that was even more cruel than the Anti-Japanese War period was about to take shape. There is a lot less competition, and with proper operation, it is not a problem to occupy the northern wine market.

The problem is that it will have to wait a few years, and Mao Jue wants to see silver now.

Just been put on a table by Mao Jue, feng shui took turns, seeing that he was now full of depression, and took another sip of soju, Qian Zeng's face with kidney deficiency became oily and slippery, as if he had eaten a certain source of kidney treasure.

"Brother Mao, you don't have to be discouraged, the south doesn't recognize soju, but the north can recognize it! If Brother Mao wants to make money, he can work that side, Mao Shuai has been camping in Dongjiang for a long time, I believe that this convenient way is wider than Qian! Haha!"

What Qian Zeng said is not unreasonable, the colder the place, the more people like to drink spirits, and use spirits to drive away the cold, and sell wine to Houjin Baqi, Mao Jue is not burdened at all, if everyone in Baqi is drunk, one by one into a big wine bag, he Mao Jue is in the Dongjiang River, and he is still comfortable!

It's just that this money has looked up to him, and he really has no way to go there in the Jurchen Eight Banners, and he doesn't know a huge number of people, so this product has been smuggled in border trade for many years.

This Mao Jue was pondering, but the kidney-deficient boy didn't treat himself badly at all, and then drank and ate vegetables, looking at the wine poured by the plain clothes, this product had already drunk the third glass, but the foreign girl was a little unhappy.

"Mr. Qian, this is the wine made by the wine-making method brought by the slave family from his hometown, you can also taste it!"

"Oh? Ah girl also has such a skillful hand? Brother Mao is blessed, Qian is envious! Hurry up and fill it with money, let me taste the taste of Western wine too!"

Holding the glass, Qian Zeng was quite enthusiastic, and the happy Adriana also poured the wine jar over and filled him with a glass, this wine is completely different from Mao Jue's soju, the same body is yellow, a little amber color, and exudes a strong fragrance, so that Qian Zeng, the wine worm, sniffed it with his nose, and suddenly showed a look of index finger movement, but watching him raise the wine glass, Mao Jue and Su Yi's faces showed strange sympathy.

I saw that most of the cup was dried in one gulp, and then my face quickly turned red, and I squirted out half a bowl in one gulp, covered my throat, and ran downstairs with my legs, and plunged my head into the snowdrift.

This thing is a potato wine made by Adriana from potatoes, it is said that Germans love to drink a glass at breakfast, it is indeed fragrant, and it is closer to rice wine, but it is too strong! is so strong that even the old drunkard Liu Chong can only take small sips, Qian Zeng pretended to be forced to drink heavily, and it was cheap for him not to let him want to breathe fire.

Raising her head, Mao Jue laughed heartily, and Su Yi also covered her little mouth, giggling like a little hen, only Adriana stomped her little feet angrily, muttering something in her native language, probably saying that Orientals are illiterate.

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The ginseng business can continue, these mountain goods Mao Jue have accumulated a lot, and after negotiating the price with Qian Zeng, he began to register and make a book, recorded in the account book, and the silver has to wait for Qian Zeng to run back to Jiangnan, and then bring the goods back and then give it, but this soju business can only come to an end temporarily. Fortunately, shochu is not afraid of storage, and the longer it is aged, the more it can be sold at a higher price.

And within a few days, the hunting team sent by Mao Jue also returned.

Every winter in later generations, the beasts that migrated from Russia to North Korea through Heilongjiang are a lot, and now there are a lot of them in this era, hunting is also a kind of military exercise, the Niu Lu of the Eight Banners of Jianzhou, is pulled up by the hunting team, in the vast mountains and forests, hunting in the ice and snow, and also tests the willpower and coordination skills of the team, anyway, most of the Jiannu are still in the land of the Ming Dynasty and the Qinwang Ming army to do a bloody battle, simply Mao Jue sent the troops under his command out to hunt, and the eight hundred soldiers went out more than 600.

On November 25th, these teams of people who went out to hunt came back one after another, and at this time it was close to the festival, which was really lively as if the New Year had arrived, and the village below the castle was almost pouring out of the village, and the old man almost had a bag under his eyes, and the children surrounded the mule, and the sleigh pulled by the old cow was also running around excitedly.

The things that these guys brought back were really rich, on the sleigh, the frozen naked deer, roe deer, roe deer, and wild boars, pile after pile, the size of the beast is estimated to be more than 100, and what is even more amazing is that they actually beat two black blind men and a Siberian tiger.

If this is placed in the future generations, Mao Jue still has a huge sea, and several leaders of Wenmeng are enough to pull out and shoot them, but now, when they see the tiger, every household is cheering, Liaodong Tuntian, is not less bullied and harassed by this big insect, and there are always one or two woodcutters who die in the tiger's mouth every year.

The meat of these beasts brought rare protein to the people of Tieshan Town.

Among them, the most joyful is Qian Zeng, deer skin, deer antler and deer whip, mink rabbit skin, fox skin, as long as these can be trafficked to Jiangnan, they are all silver for nothing!

Early in the morning, the kidney-deficient boy was dressed like a long-haired rabbit, personally greeted at the intersection, and the hunting team returned to the castle, this goods were more active than Su Changmei, commanding those soldiers to sell animal skins and bones for money, all of them were carefully stored in the warehouse, and they did not dare to break it at all.

But at this time, the benefits of the feudal era were also revealed, and the best ones should be honored!

"Fortunately, we have fulfilled our mission! Hit this pair of blind people, a big worm, and give the bear's paws, tiger whips and tiger skins to the general!"

People really can't be idle, in Phi Dao, Wen Meng is a bad gambler, but when he arrived at Iron Mountain, there were many things, he forgot to gamble, and led the team out for a trip, which made the wind and frost trim his old face a little bit, but there was a lot of charm of mature men.

In the hall of the second-story building of the barracks, a tiger skin, four big claws and a thing that made Su Yi's face blush and heartbeat were thrown on the ground, and Wen Meng hugged his fists and worshipped with a big grin.

Followed by the back, the huge sea is also jubilant, after two days of the New Year's Festival, Mao Jue will be rewarded, no one has given a big red envelope, and there are more precious southern goods, now Mao Jue is not short of these, and there is about to have silver in the account, which also makes the fat face of this goods become red, and he is also holding his fist there.

"General, you have stewed this bear paw, take advantage of the now, fresh, tiger skin made into a mattress, give it to Mao Shuai, and you can also get a filial piety name! As for this tiger whip, hehehe!"

Fei Yuqing's laughter, which a man understands, flew down at Suyi and the foreign girl, and was so ashamed that Suyi's little face was as red as an apple, but Adriana didn't understand it, and looked blankly at the adult below who suddenly became a nervous disorder.

"This thing is used to make wine, it is definitely a great supplement!"

"Soak in the wine!"

The speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart, these days there is a magic obstacle to the matter of wine, and when it comes to soaking in wine, Mao Jue's eyes suddenly brighten, right!

About three days later, close to the Chinese New Year, Qian Zeng was invited to the General's Mansion again.

"I said Brother Mao, Qian is counting the number of goods, and it will be sold at a good price in the coming year, you ......"

The thing was still reluctant, but before he could finish complaining, his expression choked there again.

At this time, Mao Jue's living room can become a lot more terrifying, with transparent glass bottles neatly placed on the shelves, filled with soju, and in the soju, there are all kinds of things that make the fathers-in-law in the palace tighten.

A whole bunch of tintins!

Deer, bears, leopards, and tigers, all of which are of different lengths and thicknesses, float quietly in the wine, and some of them are followed by ginseng the thickness of a radish and a handful of red wolfberries, and the originally transparent and crystal clear liquor are all soaked in a layer of yellow by these things.

This one, holding the paste, Mao Jue is putting labels on it, what deer whip kidney wine, bear whip tonic wine, wearing steel plate wine every day, stunned for a long time, Qian Zeng's eyes glowed with golden light and the tree gave a thumbs up.

"Brother Mao, it's amazing!"

At that time, as long as he glued the word health care, what mung bean flour, what crab shell and shrimp shell, he immediately turned over and was worth a hundred times, coaxing the grandparents' generation to obediently take out the silver and line up to buy it.

The value of soju is very low, even the jar of ten catties is only one tael of silver, a deer whip is two to five taels of heaven, and this glassware, a glass bottle half an arm high can be sold for one or two, and Mao Jue also burns high incense.

But just add these few things together, add a health care name, and then there is a red Tieshan ginseng general private seal, don't think about it if you don't have ten taels of silver, this is still the price of the goods in Tieshan, if you go to Jiangnan, the hype is appropriate, and some are fools who have nowhere to spend silver, and there are a hundred taels or even hundreds of taels that can be sold.

It's no wonder that Qian Zeng, an old slippery head, couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

But I don't know if it's because Ding Ding has gone crazy by cutting all kinds of animals in the past two days, and after pasting the last label, Mao Jue suddenly turned his head, his eyes were red, and he asked Qian Zeng with a gloomy face.

"Brother Qian, you said that this deer whip can soak wine and make great supplements, can the human whip make wine and sell it for money?"

The crotch of his pants was cold, and the kidney-deficient boy subconsciously clamped his two thighs, and touched the cold sweat on his forehead with a weak heart, so he could barely hold out a smile.

"Brother Mao laughed!"

But within a few days, Qian Zengfang knew that Mao Jue's words were not a joke......