Liu Changqing glanced at the shopkeeper, shook the fan, and said impatiently: "I'll take Xiaorou to the wine cellar." ”

All of them asked: "What did the young owner do with Miss Rou to the wine cellar?" Didn't you get drunk in the afternoon and still haven't woken up? ”

Liu Changqing said in disgust: "You haven't woken up, she wants to help me sell wine, I should have gone to see it!" Don't talk too much, it's none of your business here, step down! ”

"That little one is busy going to the front." All of them patted their heads, "By the way, since the young owner's furniture came out of the school, the owner already knows about it, so don't make trouble again." ”

Mother already knows?

Liu Changqing shook his fan and frowned, as if he was thinking of a countermeasure.

All of them took the opportunity to say again: "It's better for the young owner to go home in peace." ”

Liu Changqing closed the folding fan and slapped him on the head: "Do you want to talk more?" Am I a young owner or are you a young owner? It's none of your business, step down! ”

"Come on!"

They all rubbed their heads and went back to the front.

Liu Changqing shook the folding fan and led Tang Yourou to the backyard.

When there was no one around, he turned his head and looked at Tang Yourou with eager eyes: "Xiao Rou! ”

Tang Yourou was puzzled: "? ”

Liu Changqing was obviously beaten by his mother a lot, and he looked nervous: "You must help me earn money!" If I do something serious, I will have a reason to escape my mother's punishment! ”

Tang & Rou: "......"

Dude, you're twenty years old, isn't it a shame to say such things to a fourteen-year-old girl?

The front of Fumanlou is still very busy, and the backyard is even more busy, shouting and shouting. From time to time, someone brought a large pot of vegetables to the front to divide them, and the vegetable skins were scattered in the corner.

At the edge of the well sat a group of dishwashers, washing dishes with linen cloth and brushes dipped in grass and wood ash water, and the dishes and chopsticks were piled high in their hands. There is a special person who is responsible for taking the brushed bowl to the side of the water tank to rinse, and then sending it to the back kitchen and front.

Everyone is busy, and no one cares about this idle young owner.

The air was filled with the smell of burning, and the firewood burning on the stove made the backyard smoky, Liu Changqing covered his nose in disgust, carried a lantern, and took Tang and Rou around the well to a wooden shed on the left side of the firewood room.

"We have to hurry up after reading the wine, it smells bad to death!"

Tang and Rou: "Okay! ”

Lift the straw mat and go down the slope to a wine cellar dug out of mud.

As soon as I walked in, there was a burst of yin qi on my face.

On several rows of wooden shelves are small jars, each about the size of a hydrangea, and on the wooden shelves hang wooden plaques with the name of the wine.

Tang Yourou followed Liu Changqing all the way and listened to his introduction.

Liu Changqing: "The wine on this shelf is the cheapest in the wine cellar, such as this green plum wine, which only costs one hundred and seventy taels." ”

Tang & Rou: "......"

Only?

Ask for her psychological shadow area!

"Usually only people in private rooms drink it. Every summer, there are many traveling merchants from the east, such as Ping Chau, where people like to eat preserved honey fruits and plums. Every time they bring strange hides, they don't want to think about who will buy them on a hot day......"

Liu Changqing shook his fan, as if he was proud that his business was doing a lot of business.

Don and Rou looked at him.

He can shake a fan in autumn himself, why don't others sell animal skins against the season?

She didn't want to explain, and wondered, "Can I smell it?" ”

"Anyway, there's no one, and no one else knows about it." He took off the bowl that was heavily pressed on the wine jar from the edge of the water seal, scooped a little wine made of bamboo tubes, and drank it directly, "It's too sour, I don't like it." ”

Tang Yourou was speechless again.

It is worthy of the young owner, maybe these frequent customers of Fumanlou are getting old after eating the saliva of this young owner!

I didn't know if I didn't see it, but after coming to the wine cellar, I found that the Liu family's winemaking industry was very developed. Because the cellar is full of expensive wine, sometimes just take a scoop of wine, and need to open it repeatedly, so I specially made the current jar sealed with water.

You can't see this style of jar in the wine shop, and the one over there is just an ordinary blanket covered in mud, and the workmanship is also very rough.

"Would you like to try it?" Liu Changqing asked Tang and Rou.

He now has a plan to earn money to redeem Yingying, and he also wants to do something serious for the family, so that his mother can punish him less.

He didn't like throwing pots very much, but it was really popular all over the whole process, and it could be seen in almost every stall, and it is said that he helped many people sell their hoarded goods.

This time she took the initiative to find it, and if she could really sell wine, then her credit could be counted on his head.

"Okay!"

Tang Yourou stretched out her hand, and Liu Changqing scooped a little into her palm with wine.

She wanted to get a bowl just now, but she was worried that she would be intercepted by others when she came to taste such an expensive wine, so she didn't have any utensils at hand at this time.

It is not impossible to scoop and drink directly with your hands, the original owner used to be in the mountains, and if he was thirsty, he also directly used his hands to catch the mountain spring water flowing in the cracks of the stones.

Tang and Rou felt unhygienic, and now they let it out for the sake of wine tasting.

The temperature of the plum wine is very low in the cellar, and the drops are cold in the palm of the hand. When I got closer and sniffed it, there was a smell of plums, and by the light of the lantern, the color of the wine was clear and free of impurities.

She poured a small sip of wine into her mouth and smacked her lips.

The taste was refreshing, a bit like the cocktails she had drunk before, except that the wine was not too strong. This is probably the green plum juice that is fermented and then mixed with it. After fermentation of koji alone, there should not be such a sour taste.

Tang Yourou asked: "I'm afraid that this wine can't be sold in winter, right?" ”

Liu Changqing shook his head and replied: "There will be a lot of heaters in the private room, and it will be as hot as summer." This plum wine is drunk in spring, summer, autumn and winter. ”

In the next few jars, Liu Changqing also wanted Tang and Rou to taste the taste.

Tang and Rou have learned from the past, for fear that this small body will not be able to metabolize alcohol in time, and if they are drunk at that time, they will laugh and be generous.

She only sniffed the smell and didn't drink.

Finally, the main event came.

Liu Changqing walked to the wooden shelf at the end, pointed to the palm-sized small jar above, and said, "If you can sell this, then you have the ability." ”

"Is this Dianjiang?" Tang and Rou were in high spirits and walked to the wooden shelf.

This jar is unremarkable from the outside, and it is also sealed with water, and it has been opened. But dust had accumulated on the jar, as if no one had touched it for a long time.

Liu Changqing was a little proud, shaking the fan, and the cold fan made it even more cold: "Don't look at this wine jar is only so big, this jar will sell for four thousand taels of silver." ”

She already knew the information.

Tang Yourou was curious: "What kind of wine is Dianjiang made of?" ”

Liu Changqing smiled and narrowed his eyes: "You guess? ”

Tang and Rou didn't like to hear this, and asked, "Can you open it and smell it?" ”

"Four thousand taels, I don't dare to move. Hey, what is it? Liu Changqing suddenly saw a jar placed next to the wine shelf.

Tang and Rou glanced at the wooden frame, on which there was no writing.

Liu Changqing opened the wine jar, sniffed it, frowned, and said, "Who doesn't have long eyes to put this wine here." ”