Chapter 63: Handover of the Distillery

Zhang Lan opened it and saw that it was all kinds of property rights certificates and seals of the distillery, and when she took it out, there was only one name on it, and it was written by Zhang Lan: "Brother Yong, what does this mean?" ”

That's what the document says. I like to say it bluntly, I bought the winery for that batch of wine, and of course I can buy it outside. But what I value more is Zhang Lan's medicinal wine. Tian Qingyong made another brew of tea and handed it to Zhang Lan.

While drinking tea, he said: "That's right, I have the recipe, but there is a big difference between what you brewed and what you brewed yourself." I took this winery for the more than 50 jars of wine, and I will provide the medicinal materials, Zhang Lan, you can help me get the proportion. The factory belongs to you, and the wine belongs to me. What do you think? ”

Looking at Tian Qingyong who was smiling in front of him, Zhang Lan had the heart to refuse, but after thinking for a while, he said: "Brother Yong, you have come to this point, what else does my brother have to say." However, the wine will not be able to soak for a while and a half, and the wine that adds up to five or six thousand catties, plus medicinal herbs, is nearly ten thousand catties. ”

"I know that. It is that Zhang Lanling can soak it out, and get thousands of catties of high-grade medicinal materials at once, but it is tens of millions. I want 6 jars of medicinal wine a year, so that's fine. Tian Qingyong laughed.

"No problem. Twice a year. It starts after the beginning of spring after the New Year, and once after the Tanabata Festival. Three altars at a time, Brother Yong, you just need to pay attention to purchasing medicinal materials in time. Zhang Lan calculated and estimated that it was about five hundred catties at a time. Plus soak some more by yourself, it's not a big problem.

"Okay, that's it. After that, Zhang Lan, you are the owner of this winery, do you want to see the workers in the factory? Seeing Zhang Lan agree, the smile on Tian Qingyong's face was much brighter.

"What other workers are there in this factory, where is the canned water? A dozen people in total? But there's no one over there now. "Zhang Lan has heard about the situation in the factory, and there is an old man who cares for the door here in the distillery, and he cleans part-time. There are more than a dozen people on the bottled water side to maintain production and delivery, but Zhang Lan has seen it just now, and the various certificates and mining licenses of the bottled water are not in it.

Tian Qingyong smiled, picked up the teapot and said while pouring tea: "The people are still there." The most valuable thing on the bottled water side is the mining license, which I've been looking at for five years and is about to expire. I'll just do it again in your name, and I'll be down in two days. You familiarize yourself with the situation in the past two days, and when the permit comes down, you can officially start work. As long as this thing has a relationship, it will make a profit. ”

"Brother Yong bothered." Zhang Lan is sincerely grateful, don't care what the other party is for, but she really cares about it.

"Zhang Lan, you're too polite, let's go, let's go meet the people in the factory." Tian Qingyong stood up and pulled Zhang Lan out the door.

followed Tian Qingyong to meet the workers in the factory, Tian Qingyong introduced, Zhang Lan greeted with a smile, they were all people from the village and nearby of Qingshan Village, and some people Zhang Lan also shouted Uncle Cousin. Zhang Lan thought about it and simply called her parents over, briefly talked to her mother, asked her parents to take care of the factory, and left with Tian Qingyong.

When passing by the Canghe Expressway construction site, Zhang Lan called Zhang Hu, and Zhang Hu called Zeng Hua. The four of them converged and went to the Xuanwu Hot Spring Museum in Baidian River. The last time I came, the hot spring restaurant had just opened, and after getting off the bus this time, looking at the various cars at the door, Zhang Lan sighed: "This business is really booming." ”

"Of course. There is such a hot spring hotel nearby, and there are many people who come down from the highway and nearby construction sites. On holidays, the early hours are full, and the boss earns money. Zhang Hu spoke on the side, in a very envious tone.

"What's the use of envying others, we have to act on our own." Zeng Hua on the side smiled and picked up an Internet quote.

Everyone laughed, locked the car and walked to the hotel gate......

Early the next morning, after breakfast, the four of them wandered around the village behind the hotel, looking at the quaint courtyard house, and everyone talked about the last time they saw the moving grave.

"The cemetery is so nice. The Tibetan wind gathers energy, and the hall is full of gold and jade. Your children and grandchildren will make a fortune. It is said that he is buried in the father of the owner of the hot spring restaurant, and the business is booming now. Zeng Hua's round fat face was also full of envy.

"Didn't you also ask someone to see it on the western slope of our village after that day, didn't you find a good place?" Zhang Lan looked at Zeng Hua's envious appearance and quipped.

"Don't mention it. That Feng Narcissus Run is really able to run, but the eyes are a little not good. The few places mentioned are very good, but unfortunately either the temple has been built or has been occupied. It was not easy to find a place where he was backed by Jinshan and would definitely make a fortune. As a result, none of the seven or eight people who were traveling with him could see that there was a grave in the barren grassy slope. Zeng Hua looked annoyed.

Tian Qingyong on the side couldn't help laughing: "Didn't so many people see that there is a tomb in that place?" ”

"Who's to say it isn't. Surrounded by a pile of wild grass, they all said that they thought it was a pile of grass, and later sent Mr. Feng Shui away. The next day, when I went to see whose plot it was with an acquaintance in the village, I found that there was a grave in the barren haystack. When I got closer, I found that the grave was actually pressed with yellow paper, and I asked Mr. Feng Shui in WeChat and said that if I moved it, it would have no impact, and if I couldn't move it, I would find another place. Zeng Hua sighed and said.

Tian Qingyong couldn't help laughing, and Zhang Lan couldn't help but laugh and asked, "How bad are the eyes of a group of you?" Whose grave is there, did you ask later? ”

"I asked, and I found someone. It is the cemetery of the daughter-in-law of the old village doctor in your village, he married two, this is the second daughter-in-law's, and the first one went to the ancestral grave. The plot is people's own, and the son of the second daughter-in-law is still there, so there is no hope for moving the grave. ”

Tian Qingyong patted Zeng Hua's shoulder, smiled breathlessly and said, "I didn't expect Zeng Fat Man to meet this kind of thing, it's really eye-opening." ”

Looking at the uncontrollable smiling faces of the three of them, Zeng Hua shrugged his shoulders helplessly, sighed and said: "I didn't expect it, I haven't said anything about finding someone to look at feng shui in the past few months after this, I guess the ancestor is unwilling." ”

"Sooner or later, I have to move, when the children and grandchildren have a mind. If you don't move all the time, something will happen. Zeng Fatty, you better find a place as soon as possible. It's one thing to not be able to find a place, and it's another thing not to find it. Tian Qingyong put away his smile and said to Zeng Hua.

Zeng Hua nodded.

Zhang Hu on the side suddenly said: "Zhang Lan, should we move the grave, I think there have been a lot of things in our family in the past few years." The year before last, the second aunt almost died of a heart attack in Xiangshi, and the third aunt was also hospitalized with a stroke last year, and your father is like this this year. ”