Chapter 460: 460. How much wine can be produced_1 Chapter 460: 460. How much wine can be produced_1 Qiaoqiao was no longer the Qiaoqiao of before and quickly did the math in her head, “At least a hundred catties of wine!”
She was a little embarrassed, “Let’s not count the extra, okay? What if the wine Qiaoqiao makes isn’t good and it goes to waste?”
Seventh Uncle was also chuckling, “Making wine is actually quite simple, but some people can make it taste good following the same steps, while others fall a bit short. Let’s see when the time comes if our Qiaoqiao has the talent?”
Qiaoqiao puffed out her chest, “Definitely!”
Seeing her so confident made Seventh Uncle feel immensely gratified–a man should just go for it without fear of failure, rather than being timid before even starting.
It was just because he hadn’t been clear-sighted when he was younger that he ended up taking on such an apprentice and even went through great trouble to correct his character…
But what was the result?
Thinking about the past, his face turned sour for a moment, but he quickly redirected his attention back to Qiaoqiao.
“Study hard, and once you’ve learned this, if we have the materials next year, I’ll teach you how to brew Strong Aroma Wuliang Wine.”
Qiaoqiao looked over with curiosity.
“Mhm,” Seventh Uncle nodded with a longing look, “It’s brewed using sorghum, wheat, corn, glutinous rice, and rice… all together. It definitely tastes better!”
But Qiaoqiao didn’t agree with this.
Learning was one thing, but she had her own opinions.
“I’ve tried it; the alcohol is too pungent. Except for rice wine, the others don’t taste good.”
And from what she remembered, many years ago when Dad went out to drink, he often came back totally plastered and vomiting…
And then Mom would argue with him!
Although Dad later stopped drinking like that. But, well, alcohol must definitely be bad!
Sighing, she shook her head,
“Sister said adults like to do things that are bad for their health–that’s why Grandpa and Dad have to smoke, and you too, Seventh Uncle.”
“Drinking a bit more alcohol to ruin your health is pretty normal too.”
Seventh Uncle didn’t agree with that at all!
“Who says so? Smoking, I admit, is harmful to one’s health. But I’m already of such an old age, how many years do I have left? Naturally, I want to enjoy it first.”
“Now I don’t even smoke in front of you.”
Not just him, Song Sancheng and Song Youde as well, the father and son would quietly slip out to smoke together, never daring to do it in the house.
But fortunately, the quality of this year’s tobacco leaves was good.
In the past, he’d have to smoke a pack a day. But now, having switched to this pipe, he only packs a small pinch each time, smoking only three or four times a day.
Paired with a cup of tea, it really invigorated him–
He was getting off track.
In any case, Seventh Uncle looked very serious,
“But this wine, as long as it’s made from proper grains, it’s beneficial.”
“Take sorghum wine, for example, it relieves liver congestion and depression, clears the meridians, warms yang and dispels cold… it can also nourish the stomach and intestines.”
Qiaoqiao stared at him blankly, the image of her father vomiting horribly back to mind–it was uncomfortable and nauseating, so for a moment, she didn’t know which theory to believe.
Luckily, Xin Jun was walking by and promptly added a phrase,
“In moderation, as the situation dictates!”
Isn’t there a limit to everything? Even flat peaches are good! Then why in xianxia novels do they still eat them slowly over the years?
Qiaoqiao understood, then looked warily at the sorghum in her hand, “These are to be sold off later, we’re not allowed to keep much at home!”
“That’s not possible.”
Zhang Yanping snapped out of his shock and quickly said, “It’s a real hassle to get a liquor license, and besides, like you said, only a hundred or so pounds of alcohol. What’s that good for?”
His mind was clicking and clacking with calculations–
Currently, the stuff at home was low-key and the scale wasn’t big, nothing had come up yet.
But as the area of Tantan’s Bags Mountain expanded, he’d inevitably be unable to keep it under wraps.
The village would be an easy fix, but if those peach-picking meddlers got involved… it’d be like a toad lying in your path–not biting, but still disgustingly irritating!
Later on, all this tobacco and liquor at home would have to be his key tools for tackling issues–
So, not selling was better! Not selling made it seem even more precious!
Yet he was still somewhat worried.
Because now, walking around with Treasure Mountain in his possession, even if he had these “tools,” what if others wanted the tools as well?
He rubbed his forehead, troubled, and decided he’d scour his social circle tonight, see if anyone could help have his back or something…
These days, getting things done wasn’t easy!
He turned his head again, with a sorrowful and deep look, glancing at the brand-new villa–
Song Tantan, she was just too naive!
The necessary wariness and darker aspects, it was up to him, the brother, to worry about all that!
In an instant, the weight on his shoulders felt even heavier!
–Eh, did it actually get heavier?
He turned around only to see several broken stalks of sorghum on his shoulder, while Tantan pushed him out the door, saying, “Brother Yanping, when you have a moment, could you take this bundle of sorghum stalks to the pigpen, see if they like it?”
Before Zhang Yanping could reply, Song Tan pushed him out of the yard, then leaned in mysteriously, lowering her voice:
“Also, Doctor Guo came by this morning and brought me a bottle of medicine–”
She took a blue and white porcelain jar out of her pocket:
“You know, the kind that… boosts the kidney, for proper body conditioning! Doctor Guo said you all could probably use it.”
Required or not, this prescription was a long-standing offer to her clients, so it definitely was fine, and trying a bit wouldn’t hurt. What if after taking it Brother Yanping felt like he had the vigor of a dragon and tiger, and energetically worked on the farm all day?
Zhang Yanping’s dark face flushed a dark red:
He ground his teeth: “Proper traditional doctors talk about diagnosis through observation and inquiry, and she just assumes I need this medicine after a few words? Ridiculous!”
“A gentleman can be killed but not insulted! I will never take it, I’m in perfect health! Besides, what business is it of hers whether I’m ‘good’ or not?!”
Alright, just as she expected.
Seems like every man, as soon as the topic is brought up, feels as if he’s faced with the greatest of insults–but if that were really so, where would Viagra’s profit of several hundred billion a year come from?
She waved her hand dismissively, “If you don’t need it, then you don’t. Go feed the pigs.”
She’d ask Xin Jun instead.
After all, she’d accepted the medicine, and although it wouldn’t matter if she didn’t ask, she still planned to take her family to get their pulses checked and conditions treated in the evening–
So, might as well make the effort now, as it wasn’t her taking the medicine anyway.
But Zhang Yanping didn’t know that.
He thought the medicine was given to Tantan by Doctor Guo specifically for him to pass on to himself–
Quack doctor! Spouting nonsense! Underestimating people!
Anger seething, he carried the sorghum stalks through the back hills, his expression so fierce it was distorted–
I, Zhang Yanping, a 27-year-old virgin, would never take this kind of medicine!