Chapter 154: The Wine Sea of ​​Life

"Qiqi doesn't cry, I'll come to see you during the holidays. You can also ask the fat uncle to take him to my house." Wu Qiong coaxed Qiqi while wiping the tears on her cheeks. The appearance made the fat man's heart tremble, and he couldn't help but think of his parents.

"When I finish my work here, I must go and have a look, it can be considered as fulfilling my filial piety in advance." The fat man swears in his heart.

"Let's go there, there are even better things." Erfeizi arranged like a little guide again. A thought suddenly popped up in his mind: Maybe this place will become a tourist attraction in the future, Erfeizi is also a qualified tour guide. Only children in the mountains will truly understand the mountains.

In the past, Erfeizi stopped and said mysteriously: "The most delicious fruit in our Daqing Mountain is inside. Guess what it is?"

The impatient Qiqi and Wu Qiong were patiently listening to him keep it indifferent. They stretched out their hands and opened the grass. They saw small shrubs more than one foot tall growing there. The most eye-catching thing was that the fruits hanging on the branches turned blue and purple.

The fat man has seen quite a few fruits, but this is the first time he has seen the blue one. I saw this kind of fruit slightly smaller than grapes, and the shape is similar to that of black currants. It is also round, and it is covered with a layer of white frost.

"What kind of fruit is this?" Old Wu asked excitedly.

"We all call it Shandu persimmon, it's unique. Only this kind of fruit is blue. It can be picked for a month and is the most delicious."

The second fat boy was talking excitedly. The two little girls and the fat boy were already squatting there and began to pick the fruit. The fat boy put one in his mouth and chewed it slowly. It was sour and sweet, and it had a natural aroma of wine, which was indeed delicious.

Qiqi and Wu Qiong were also chirping, both of which were clamoring for deliciousness. Moreover, the seeds inside were very small, almost ignored and swallowed them directly. Bugu Niang, the seeds of Hei Youyou were much smaller.

"You two will eat, tell you, you will get drunk if you eat too much, and you will see you drunk soon--hehe." Erfeizi looked at the two little girls who were eating very much.

"This fruit wine is the most suitable. It has enough sugar and contains the wine quality." Old Wu also chewed Shandu persimmons with his eyes shining.

"Grandpa, your tongue is purple!" When Wu Qiong looked at his grandpa talking, the tongue in his mouth turned purple, even his lips.

"Haha, grandpa is not afraid, just afraid that the young girl and the guy will enter the mountain. He did nothing, but he went out with his purple lips, so he couldn't explain it." Old Wu was excited and looked at the fat man and the big braid with a smile.

The fat man snorted: "I'm not serious, let's talk about it seriously. Can these things be brewed?"

"That depends on the output. As long as the quantity is sufficient, it's fine." Old Wu said seriously.

"Er Feizi, do you have many persimmons in this mountain?" The fat man hurriedly asked the young tour guide.

"There are more, and there are many more, and the old forest is full of them. Moreover, the fruit is best kept and will not deteriorate for one or two months."

"So amazing-" The fat man suddenly felt something in his heart: this mountain mandarin is like a simple mountain citizen, enthusiastic, simple, and long-term, and the more he gets more and more enjoyable.

After eating two big braids, they turned into purple tongue. She said with a look of reminiscence: "Actually, this Shandu persimmon is very famous, and you should have known it for a long time, Brother Huang."

The fat man recalled it in his mind, then shook his big head: "I haven't heard it before. At the beginning, when Erfeizi said it, I thought the city he was talking about was a big city."

"Only people don't know this. We have read the literary works of Soviet writers. There are often small fruits called gooseberry, which is Shandu persimmon." After all, the big braid grew in the northern country, so he taught the fat man another lesson.

The fat man scratched his head and said a few words: "So this is what I am, I am the one who meets the number. Otherwise, I would say I have to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. Qiqi Wu Qiong, you must remember it in the future."

Everyone picked a lot of mountain persimmons, and then walked forward under the guidance of Erfeizi. Soon they found mountain grapes, thorny rose fruits, mountain diced zi, mountain red, etc., with a rich variety, and everyone enjoyed the food.

The two greedy little girls Qiqi and Wu Qiong finally ate their teeth, covering their cheeks, and they didn't even dare to suck their breath. They seemed to be falling off when they sucked their breath.

"The scales are in the water, fresh fruits are in the forest, rare birds are in the sky, and strange beasts are in the mountains. This big green mountain is really a natural treasure house." Old Wu couldn't help but admire. The fat man curled his lips and said in his heart: The old man still has some ink in his belly.

So everyone said to go home with satisfaction. The three monkeys were the happiest. The guy ate and his belly was round. Qiqi touched Maomao's hair with envy: "Why don't he fall down?"

"Old man, let's talk about brewing wine." The fat man knew that the number of wild fruits in the Daqing Mountains was enough to describe them as hundreds of tons, so he had a clear idea, so he discussed it with Lao Wu.

"Do you think it's as simple as making wine at your own home. I don't even drink the mountain wine you made." Old Wu glanced at the fat man with a proud face.

"I was at Uncle Li's house last time, but you looked like you were drinking very well." The fat man was not willing to be outdone and revealed his old secrets.

"I think the raw materials for your brewing wine are pretty good, but the workmanship is too rough and the good things are not done well." Old Wu defended himself, and then asked the fat man: "Do you know what machines do you need to brew wine, how many processes do you need to go through, how many years do you need to..."

Every time he asked, the fat man would sway his head. This was not just a question, but he didn't know every time he asked. Old Wu was so angry that he finally asked: "Can you drink?"

The fat man shook his head and then nodded quickly: "Of course he can drink it. I don't understand anything you said, and I don't need to understand it. If you always understand it, you will be able to do it."

"You guy--" Old Wu pointed at the fat man with his finger: "You can prepare 100,000 yuan first, and you can get takeaway wine in three years."

"100,000 yuan!" A goose egg could be stuffed into the fat man's mouth: "Even if you sell me, I can't get that much money. And it will take three years to get a profit. I'm afraid this winery won't be able to open."

"The short-sighted winery is of course the longer the history, the better. Why is Moutai so good? It's because it has its own heritage. If it doesn't have 100,000 yuan, 50,000 yuan will be enough. Let's start to be smaller." Old Wu criticized the fat man's wrong idea of ​​only caring about immediate interests and not having a long-term vision without any gaze.

The fat man scratched his head hard: "Can you have less? I heard that there are also family winemaking workshops, including daughter Hong, Zhuang Yuanhong, etc., aren't they all giving birth to their own children and then brewing wine and burying them underground?"

"That's to keep it for your own home. Don't you want to build a factory to make money?"

"The key is that I don't have money!" The fat man showed his bitter face. Just a few days ago, he felt that his pocket was bulging. Now, he saw that this amount of money was not easy to do, and he could only be a rich man.

Money is definitely the biggest obstacle to development, but generally speaking, this problem will inevitably occur when starting a business.

Think about the popularity of fruit wine after decades, especially fruit wine made from pure fresh fruits. Which one can cost hundreds of dollars per bottle. Fatty knows that this is definitely a way to make money.

Moreover, as Lao Wu said, the sooner you start, the easier it is to make a name for yourself in this industry. Since Daqingshan has such rich mountain fruit resources, it cannot be used for important things, and even the fat man feels sorry for himself.

"When I find a way to raise funds, our winery will start soon." The fat man talked to Old Wu solemnly for the first time. They both like to joke and are a bit inappropriate.

Old Wu sighed for the first time: "Okay, I'll see if I can help you find a solution, but you kid have to hurry up, I might be able to live for a few years." At the end, I felt a little sad.

The fat man smacked his lips: "You can't come here in vain. Let's use the local method first, and let's drink it yourself."

Old Wutou was excited: "Success, I will try your skills first, mountain grapes, mountain persimmons, black currants, these three things first."

"Okay, it's a bit like a veteran." The fat man raised his finger at him: "I decided to play chess in the future and let you lend it to you to ride, hahaha--"

When we returned home, it was already evening, and the army who had harvested wheat returned to the village one after another. Everyone had a tired and satisfied smile on their faces and greeted several guests.

"Fatty, you are so leisurely. Why don't you call me when you enter the mountain?" Wang Sanpao chased after him from behind and complained at the top of his voice.

"Uncle San, you have wronged us. We are going up the mountain to investigate." The fat man said happily.

When Wang Sanpao saw everyone's mouths, he also smiled: "You are investigating the wild fruits in the mountains. Have you fallen into the teeth?"

Qiqi pointed at her cheeks, dared not open her mouth to speak, and kept whining, and her teeth became even more sore when she saw the wind.

"Hahaha, greedy girl, hurry up and chew some green onion leaves when you get home. If it doesn't work, just contain a few black alkalis." Wang Sanpao really had some local methods, but he didn't know how the effect was. But the fat man estimated that black alkalis would definitely work. Is acid and alkali in combination? But the black alkali is too astringent, so it's better to slowly recover your teeth.

"Uncle San, Uncle Wu turns out to be a master of wine making, and is preparing to make fruit wine for us." The fat man reported to Wang Sanpao excitedly.

Wang Sanpao is also commonly known as the type of wine bun, but he is not very interested in fruit wine. After all, it is not as good as sour wine. So he said: "If you can make some grain wine, it is best to have 60 degrees, which is enough."

Old Wu laughed and said, "That's not a problem. I'll make some sorghum wine for you until autumn."

Wang Sanpao was happy when he heard this: "Let's go and go to my house to eat it in the evening, stew the beans with bacon, let's chat while eating."

"Okay, we will definitely go when your family finishes harvesting wheat." The fat man knew that he had been tired for a day, so he was embarrassed to bother him, so he went home directly.

Qiqi and Wu Qiong went straight to the garden, and each of them pulled a handful of green onion leaves and put them in their mouths. At first, they didn’t dare to chew it, but then they got better. I don’t know if it was green onion really useful or if it was almost too much.

During dinner, there was another large fruit plate on the table: rock sugar peach fruit.

This is a veritable "rock sugar". The fruit is mixed with white sugar, and the four outer circles are a circle of ice. In the summer, if you eat it, it will be cool, sweet and sour, it is definitely a pleasure. It is better than any cold drink.

The ice cube was filled with ice when the fat man came to the edge of the well. The well was dozens of meters deep. Even in May and June, there was ice on the wooden boards around the bottom of the well.

The method of getting ice is a bit lingering. A child squatted in a large rubber bucket, held an iron drill, shook the wheel, stood up the little kid, and then scattered the ice below, and then shook it up.

In other words, the children in rural areas are brave. If they were fat people at that time, they would probably not go down even if they were killed. Even if they were stupid and bold as fat people, they would not dare to go down. That's what, the main reasons are: one is that they are afraid that the rope cannot be resisted, and the other is that they are afraid that no one can shake him up.
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