The villagers sighed at it, it was all silver and money, and they were given out in a bunch of money.

And can the Zuo family really make wine?

It smells like wine.

Old Mrs. Li sniffed her nose in the West Courtyard. This time she sniffed it carefully, and finally realized what it smelled like.

Even Uncle Li Zhengwu, who came to deliver food, stood in the courtyard of the Zuo family and looked straight at him.

He always felt that he was not at the bottom of his heart before he saw the wine.

After settlement of the food money, he did not leave.

This is not a joke, it is wine made of grain.

The food is so expensive, so many people can’t afford it.

So, in the opinion of Uncle Li Zhengwu, if we decide to use the precious grain to make wine, we must brew it to the point where it can be sold, and it will be better. The money sold can buy more than twice as much grain as it is at this time, so it is worth it to make such a struggle.

Otherwise, you can count it. You have to transport it out with a jar of wine. If you transport it along the way, you will inevitably bump it. If you break a few jars, you will lose dozens of kilograms of food.

The grain turned into wine and spilled, and we couldn't even hold it.

And the tiredness and effort that I have to make wine is not worthwhile if I don’t earn twice the amount of grain?

This requires the quality of the wine to be very good.

If you go out to sell, you have no connections and nothing, and you still want to rely on the alcohol to make more money, you can only rely on the alcohol itself to be strong.

Finally, the door of the Zuojia Warehouse opened.

Xiuhua was so tired that she was sweating all over her forehead and walked out of it.

She deliberately did not let the children touch the wine that had been sealed.

I woke up early this morning, but the chickens got up before they crowed, and I was planning to let the villagers have the strong taste of the newly brewed wine.

Uncle Li Zhengwu couldn't help but step forward, looking at Xiuhua's face that didn't sleep well when she saw her: "How is it?"

What's going on, try it.

Xiuhua turned around and pointed inside the warehouse.

After a while, Zuo Xiaomai, who had a very beautiful facial feature, came out first, holding two bowls of wine.

"Grandpa Fifth, try it."

He gave another bowl to the third uncle in the village.

Then Xiaodou, Xiaodou, and Magnolia all came out with wine.

Xiaodou and Xiaodou are both serving rice bowls.

The magnolia was brought in a pot.

Without using a wine jar, I used a home-made vegetable pot containing most of the newly brewed wine.

"Famous people, come and take a sip of what you can drink. This is our own wine, how about it tastes like."

Last night, the left-handed knew that this would happen this morning before going to bed.

My mother-in-law said, I took it out and brought out a pot of wine to let everyone taste it, so that the villagers would not make any guesses without drinking our wine.

It's so bad to say it, and it's easy to talk nonsense without taste, and the wind and sarcastic words are flying all over the sky.

After tasting it, you can block everyone's mouth.

So the left-handed had already made up his mind. When I turned over and adjusted it last night, I wondered what to say this morning.

Keep a humble image and don't make people jealous.

Isn't that right? The left-handed scoops of wine with empty bowls one by one with water, and looked at everyone with a smile:

"It is not easy for farmers to make wine, so we can't bear to waste any grain.

To be honest, I tasted this wine the day my mother-in-law made it.

Although I think it's good and never drink any better wine, I have never drunk any good wine in most of my life, so my heart is still very up and down, and I wish I could go to worship God.

Later, I thought, what kind of god should I worship? Let our fellow villagers try it. Isn’t the grandparents and uncles in our village more knowledgeable than me?

Moreover, those who make wine eventually have to revolve around drinking. What do you think is good and what we do?

If you want to give me advice, it is not good, and you have to say it even if it is not good.”

Someone drank the bottom of the bowl in one bite and said strangely: "There is no scum at all, it doesn't stick to the mouth." How did this be done?

This is the man named Ge, who was mentioned by Magnolia, who made his own wine. He was once chased and killed by his wife with soles of shoes all over the village.

I heard that the Zuo family made wine, why did he so disbelief?

Now, I believe it.

Some people deliberately smelled it first and then sipped the wine carefully: "It smelled so good. I have drunk it. It's this smell, pure grain wine. Why do I think it's better than what I had eaten and eaten that year?"

At the same time, several people shouted loudly in the yard.

Those who can say good things in the yard are authoritative.

Those restaurants had several more meals than others, and they had been to restaurants. Those who had never been to buy wine sold in the city during the Chinese New Year and the holidays.

"Okay, good wine, great enough!"

The throat is like a knife cutting, and there is a ball of fire in the belly.

It will make your stomach uncomfortable.

Some people who are older buy strong wines, otherwise it would be boring like drinking water, but they are too strong. Some wines are really like knife after drinking. "No, the wine in his mouth is so hot, but it's so slutty in his stomach, which is really strange."

Zhu Xingde stood aside, stared at Grandpa Li Zhengwu and asked, "Grandpa Wu, what do you think?"

Grandpa Li Zhengwu’s opinions are very important.

Because Zhu Xingde himself does not like drinking, he can only listen to the opinions of these people who like drinking more.

Although he had been to a restaurant and drank the wine in the town, he had long forgotten what it felt. If he didn't like that sip of wine, he would not pay attention to the good and bad things. He just kept holding the food and picked up the wine bowl to deal with it.

Luo Junxi was even more so. He was not as good as his elder brother-in-law. He would be so angry if he had to drink some wine. He wouldn't even think about it if he didn't let him drink a sip of wine for ten years.

Luo Junxi even felt that spending money to buy wine is a waste, is it good to have the money to eat and wear?

It can be seen that Luo Junxi did not pursue wine culture in his interests and hobbies. Even in this era, literati and poets highly valued wine.

Left-handed and Yang Manshan, including Liuzi and Erzhuzi, can drink it and love to drink that sip, but the same thing is said, all of these four people have never drunk any good wine. There is no comparison, and there is no reference. We have never seen anything good things can say.

Grandpa Li Zhengwu is different.

At this time, Grandpa Li Zheng was glancing at the beautiful flowers through the crowd.

Xiuhua also looked back at him, not dodging or dodging.

I just looked at Grandpa Li Zhengwu and avoided the look I looked away.

Grandpa Li Zhengwu finished drinking and his face turned a little red: "Pour another bowl for me."

Zhu Xingde poured him another bowl.

This time, Grandpa Zhengwu suppressed his surprise and savored the wine and replied: "Melt." This Melt means that the wine tastes very uniform and has no sense of fault.

Some wines will become worse after holding them in the mouth. Before I swallow them, I will know that the wine is like this, and the taste is broken.

"It doesn't have a fishy smell yet." The most feared by grain wine is the messy smell. Whether it is mixed, it is not mixed with water. People who have drunk good wine know.

"It's better than what I bought before. The one I bought was quite expensive. How much money would it cost?" Grandpa Li Zhengwu looked at his eldest son.

His eldest son bought him for his birthday, and it is said that it is a good wine in the town.

Li Zheng's eldest son said, "Dad, at that time, he spent a pound of wine and eighty copper coins." He remembered it really bright, because when he paid, his heart hurt.

Anyone who hears this will first sigh at the financial strength of the Li Zheng family.

What a spoiler.

One dou is twelve kilograms of wine. If you spend one tael of silver and eighty copper coins, you can buy twelve kilograms of wine. That is to say, it is equivalent to a small amount of silver and a kilogram of wine.

One hundred copper plates per pound of wine, how many copper plates will be taken in one sip?

If we were to change our house, Oh my god, we wouldn't be willing to drink it. The best rice is only fourteen or five copper plates per pound. Is it good to eat rice? One hundred copper plates can buy several kilograms of rice and stew several pots of dry rice.

Grandpa Li Zhengwu suddenly said, "Pour three more bowls for me."

Three, three bowls?

After a while, if you add three more bowls and drink them again, you will be the eighth bowl.

The eldest son of Li Zheng hurriedly said, "Dad, you look at your face and blushed." He looked at the Zuo family and said, "Just let's try it, we have wine in our house." Don't come to someone to drink enough money, is this a pleasure? There is not even a meal.

Grandpa Li Zhengwu widened his son: You know nothing.

Zhu Xingde was very happy. He now went to the warehouse to get another wine, put three empty bowls on it, and poured it down with a smile on his face.

Every bowl is poured full of wine and half a cup of tea. This is polite.

We either don’t give it to others, since we give it, don’t be stingy.
To be continued...