Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

After leaving the bookstore, Zhang Ling walked aimlessly on the street. Liu Jie hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Lingzi, why don't you go ask that Mr. Zhou for help?"

"Well, I had been planning to visit after we had discussed the poetry collection matter. Last time, someone helped me, and I didn't have time to thank him. It would be inappropriate to trouble him again this time. Let's not mention this matter when we go there later." Zhang Ling tilted his head and whispered.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Liu Jie curled his lips. Although he didn't quite agree, he agreed.

A few people were strolling on the street. Zhang Ling saw the plaque of Xia Ji Trading Company and immediately thought of Xia Wenshan.

"Brother Jie, it's not a good idea for us to rush to the county government office like this. Why don't we go find Xia Wenshan first? He is good friends with Zhou Yixing, so it would be more appropriate to ask him to help make the contact." Zhang Ling suggested, pointing to a huge plaque on the street.

"Well, that's good." Liu Jie nodded in agreement.

The two agreed and went straight into the lobby of the store. When the clerk saw everyone coming in, he immediately greeted them with a smile: "Dear guests, welcome to our store. What can you do for us?"

"Oh, hello, young man. We want to look for Mr. Xia Wenshan. Please pass on his message to him." Zhang Ling stepped forward and bowed.

"The young master is not in the company right now. I wonder what you want to see him about?" The clerk scratched his head when he heard this.

"I had a great time meeting Brother Xia yesterday. I came here today to visit you. I hope you can let me know."

"I don't know your name, sir. I'll send someone to pass the message on to him." When the waiter heard that the man was a good friend of his eldest master, his tone became much more polite.

"I'm Zhang Ling."

"Okay, sir, please sit for a while. I will ask someone to look for the eldest young master right away." After the waiter said this, he asked someone to bring a few cups of tea and immediately turned into the back hall.

Zhang Ling and his companions sat down and looked around. Xiaji Commercial Bank had a large entrance and exquisite furnishings inside. There were a wide variety of goods on display, from firewood, rice, oil, salt to daily necessities.

They chatted for a while, just a cup of tea, and the waiter came back.

"Mr. Zhang, our young master was on an autumn outing in the suburbs. He heard that you were here, so he is rushing over here. Please sit for a moment. I will give you a cup of tea and some snacks." The waiter's attitude was much more respectful than before, and the coarse tea on the table was quickly removed.

Whether it is the government or businessmen, they all have means of communication such as breeding carrier pigeons, so Zhang Ling did not doubt what the clerk said at this moment.

Not long after, Wang Wenshan arrived, followed by Zhou Yixing and Wang Huan.

"Brother Zhang, you have been waiting for a long time. Please forgive me if I have been negligent." Wang Wenshan was exhausted, but he was the first to greet them as soon as they met.

"Brother Xia, you are too polite. It is my fault for disturbing you. Brother Zhou and Brother Wang are here too. You came just in time. I brought a few jars of homemade wine from home today and was about to give them to you all." After Zhang Ling finished speaking, Da Niu beside him handed over three small jars of wine, each weighing one kilogram.

The three of them took it one by one, and looking at the small jars of wine in their hands, they couldn't help but want to open them and take a look.

"Brother Zhang, is this the 'Huangliang Immortal Wine' you mentioned yesterday?" Zhou Yixing asked curiously, holding the wine jar.

"That's right. How about you all take a look?" Zhang Ling smiled and gestured when he saw the curious looks on their faces.

Xia Wenshan was the first one who couldn't help himself. After hearing about this wine yesterday, he had trouble falling asleep after returning home. He thought that if there really was such a good wine in the world, it must be a huge business opportunity. He tossed and turned in bed all night and prepared to go to Pinghe Township early this morning.

But he felt that this was too presumptuous, so he made an appointment with Zhou Yixing and Wang Huan for an outing and discussed when to go to Wangshan Village. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ling showed up at his own business and came to visit him by name.

Influenced by his surroundings since childhood, he prefers doing business to studying. Now with the wine in hand, he couldn't help but want to find out.

The jar was not big and light, but to Xia Wenshan at the moment, it was undoubtedly heavier than Mount Tai. He slowly opened the cork of the bottle, and a strong aroma of wine hit him.

"What a good wine! What a good wine! The aroma of the wine alone is enough to intoxicate people." After asking the shop assistant to bring a few wine glasses, Xia Wenshan poured the wine in the jar for everyone to taste.

The clear and crisp wine was poured into the glass, creating foam.

"Uncle Zhao, come and have a taste of the wine brewed by me, and see how it tastes." Xia Wenshan said to the shopkeeper Zhao who had been standing by for a long time.

"Okay, young master." Shopkeeper Zhao didn't act pretentiously and reached out to take the glass of wine.

After all the wine was poured, several people couldn't suppress their curiosity and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hiss, ha..." Almost at the same time, everyone made the sound at the same time, obviously because of the spicy taste of the wine.

"Brother Zhang, this wine is truly amazing. It has a delicate, sweet taste, and a pure fragrance. It is truly a rare fine wine. Uncle Zhao, what do you think?" Xia Wenshan sighed, and then immediately asked the old man next to him.

"I have tasted countless wines in my life, but this is the first time I have seen such a peculiar wine. This wine is clear and transparent, like water but with a strong aroma. It is sweet and refreshing at the beginning, with a delicate fragrance, but it is mellow and rich when it goes down the throat, and it is as strong as fire in the stomach. Just this small cup can make people's blood boil and feel a little tipsy. It is indeed a rare good wine, and it is probably not inferior to the peerless good wine tributed by the royal family!" Shopkeeper Zhao said slowly, smirking, stroking his beard, with a look of being unsatisfied.

Seeing that he was so kind, Zhang Ling was secretly delighted. He still looked calm and said, "Manager Zhao, you are too kind!"

"Mr. Zhang, don't be too modest. I have always liked drinking, and I have drunk a lot of famous wines from the Dayi Dynasty, but I have never seen such a unique and fine wine in my life." Shopkeeper Zhao showed surprise, and a slight blush appeared on his thin face.

Seeing that the two were flattering each other but not getting to the point, Xia Wenshan interrupted them at the right time: "Brother Zhang, you don't come here for no reason. Do you have any important business this time? Although Wenshan's ability is limited, I will do my best to help you."

"Oh, it's nothing serious. After I went home yesterday, I sorted out some poems I wrote in the past. I wanted to find a bookstore to print them, so as to exchange them for some silver, and come to visit you all by the way. Who would have thought that the manager of a bookstore would make things difficult for me, so I wanted to give up the matter. I was going to go back after visiting the three brothers. I happened to walk to the door of your company, so I wanted to find Brother Xia to help pass these jars of wine to Brother Zhou and Brother Xia." Zhang Ling didn't want to say it, but seeing that Zhou Yixing was there, he directly stated his purpose.

"Oh? Brother Zhang has another masterpiece? Would you mind letting us admire it?" Zhou Yixing, who was standing aside, immediately became interested when he heard this. Compared to fine wines, he prefers talented people. Perhaps it is because he likes to make good friends, or perhaps it is because his father instructed him to do so.

"This is just a simple work I wrote in my spare time. I hope the three of you can give me some advice." After Zhang Ling finished speaking, he took out the poem he had written earlier from his sleeve and handed it to Zhou Yixing.

The three of them sat aside and recited poems in a low voice, sometimes exclaiming in surprise, sometimes looking up to the sky and sighing, with words of amazement and praise overflowing from their words.