Traveling to another world and becoming a local owner

Not long after, Liu Huaiyuan staggered in, without even having time to put on his shoes, looking disheveled.

"Xiao Ling, is the fairy wine brewed?" Liu Huaiyuan asked loudly before he even stood still.

"Yes, uncle, it's done!" Zhang Ling smiled and nodded.

"Okay, okay, thank God and the gods for blessing me! Come on, let me have a taste." Liu Huaiyuan bowed to the sky several times, picked up the wine spoon and scooped up a small half bowl.

Having learned his lesson before, he didn't dare to drink it in big gulps this time, but just took small sips.

"Well, this fairy wine is really extraordinary. It feels icy cold in your mouth, and feels like burning fire when you swallow it. Just a small sip makes people feel like they are floating in the clouds and mist. Yes, it is really extraordinary." Liu Huaiyuan had just taken a sip and praised the distilled liquor as the best on earth, which surprised Liu Jie and the others.

"Dad, is this wine really so delicious? Let me try it too." Without waiting for Liu Huaiyuan to answer, Liu Jie picked up the wine spoon beside him and took a big sip.

"Brother Jie, go slow. This wine is very strong." Zhang Ling said immediately upon seeing this.

"Hiss...Ha..." After taking a big gulp of distilled liquor, Liu Jie suddenly felt a spicy sensation in his mouth, as if his mouth was on fire and his stomach was also burning.

"Cough, cough, cough...water." Perhaps because of the spiciness of the distilled liquor, Liu Jie couldn't help but cough and quickly asked for some water to drink.

Daniu suppressed his laughter and poured him a bowl of water to drink, which made him feel a little better.

"Uncle, what do you think of this wine?" Zhang Ling asked with a smile, looking at Liu Huaiyuan who was still enjoying the wine.

"Needless to say, the immortal wine taught by the old immortal is unique in heaven and on earth. How can it be compared with ordinary wines." Liu Huaiyuan took another sip happily and said with a satisfied look on his face.

"Do you think this wine will sell well?"

"Sell? Do you mean this wine can be sold to the outside world?" Liu Huaiyuan's eyes flashed and he suddenly lost his voice.

"Of course. It would be a sin if we don't sell such fine wine to others for them to taste." Zhang Ling said with a serious face and a righteous tone.

"Okay, okay, this is certainly good. This wine is extraordinary and will surely be famous all over the world." Liu Huaiyuan put down the empty bowl in his hand, clapped his hands and said loudly.

"Then what do you think the price should be, uncle?" Zhang Ling asked, his lips slightly raised, touching his chin with his fingers.

Liu Huaiyuan pondered for a moment, counting on his fingers and calculating carefully: "The production of this wine is very low. Originally, one jar of grain wine can only produce half a jar of fairy wine, and four jars of wine can barely produce one jar. A jar of grain wine originally sold for 120 coins, plus this complicated distillation process, this fairy wine will cost at least 500 coins a jar."

"No, that won't work!" Zhang Ling shook his head when he heard that.

Liu Huaiyuan frowned when he heard this, and said softly, "It's too expensive? The cost of a jar of grain wine is almost one hundred coins, and there are also workers' wages, wine yeast, and time spent. After making a jar of wine, you can only make ten coins at most. In case of high temperature and rainy days, the fermented grains may be damaged occasionally. This way, you can't make much money."

Seeing his expression, Zhang Ling said with a smile, "No, uncle, I mean it's too cheap. Everyone can make ordinary grain wine, but the production process is complicated and often not done well, so it can only be produced by wine shops, and wine shops rely on small profits and quick turnover to make a living. But don't forget, this fairy wine is scorpion shit, unique in the world."

"Yes! This is fairy wine, and things are valuable because they are rare! Xiao Ling, how much do you think it should be worth?" Liu Huaiyuan suddenly realized and asked happily.

Zhang Ling touched his chin, thought for a moment and said, "One tael of silver is equal to one string of money, and one catty weighs ten taels, so let's just do one tael at a time!"

"One liang one liang? One liang one liang...Oh my God, doesn't that mean ten liang is one jin?" Liu Huaiyuan didn't come to his senses for a moment. When he realized what he meant, he screamed in fright.

"Oh my god, Lingzi, are you crazy?" Liu Jie was also shocked by this. One tael of silver could buy a stone of rice, mixed with some wild vegetables and bran, and it was enough to feed a poor family for two or three months. A pound of wine now costs ten taels of silver. Liu Jie felt that if Zhang Ling was not crazy, then he would be crazy soon.

"Yes, Xiao Ling, although this fairy wine is good, how could anyone buy it at ten taels of silver per pound?" Liu Huaiyuan was obviously frightened and waved his hands quickly.

Zhang Ling's lips curled up slightly, and he said casually, "It's okay, uncle, don't worry. People who can afford this wine will naturally not care about money. You can listen to me."

Although Zhang Ling didn't know the purchasing power of the wealthy people in the Great Yi Dynasty, he felt that the price should be this high. Scarcity makes things valuable. These days, the poor can't even fill their stomachs, so how can they have extra money to buy wine? If you want to make money, you naturally have to make money from the gentry and wealthy merchants.

"Well, let's try it first. If it can't be sold, we can lower the price later." Liu Huaiyuan nodded helplessly.

"Now that we have the wine, we still lack a resounding name. How about calling it Huangliang Xianniang?" Zhang Ling already had this idea in his mind and said it out loud at this moment.

"Huangliang Xianniang, what's the meaning of this name? It means the yellow grain?" Liu Jie asked in surprise when he heard it.

"Uh~ What yellow grain? Huangliang is a person's name. It's like this, when I was a kid, my father told me a story called 'A Dream of the Yellow Millet'. It says that there was a scholar named Huang Liang..." Zhang Ling had actually thought of this name a long time ago. As no one in this world knew the story of 'A Dream of the Yellow Millet', he could only bring up his father who had died many years ago.

After hearing the story, they suddenly understood. Liu Jie slapped Zhang Ling on the shoulder and laughed, "Lingzi, I didn't expect you to be so talented. This name is really good and very appropriate."

Liu Huaiyuan's eyes were also slightly red at this moment, and he choked up a little and said: "My brother-in-law is really an extraordinary person. He knows such a strange story. If he knows that his son has made a good career, he will definitely smile in his grave!"

"Well, uncle, what do you think of this name?" Zhang Ling felt that he had gone a little too far and quickly changed the subject.

"Of course it is excellent. This wine will be called 'Huangliang Xianniang' from now on! But you must keep the method of brewing the wine secret and do not pass it on to anyone else. Daniu is not an outsider. Your ancestors have been tenants of the Zhang family for generations. You and Xiaoling grew up together, so you can be trusted. But Liu Jie, if you dare to say a word to outsiders, I will kill my own relatives and break your legs." The Liu family has been in business for generations, so they know the importance of making a living by craftsmanship. Daniu couldn't say anything, so he could only warn his son sternly.

"I understand, Dad. Even if I continue to be a nobody, I will never spread this matter." Liu Jie shrank his head and promised aggrievedly.

"Well, this is a matter of great importance. I have one hundred taels of silver notes here, which I was originally planning to use to purchase some more grain. Xiao Ling, you should go to the county pawnshop early tomorrow morning and buy a batch of young and strong men. This matter must not be known to outsiders in the workshop, and only your own servants can be used." Liu Huaiyuan showed caution on his face. He took out a cloth bag from the lining of his arms, took out the silver notes wrapped tightly inside, and handed it to Zhang Ling.

"Okay uncle, let Brother Jie go with me so that I can have someone to take care of me on the way."

Liu Jie on the side was overjoyed when he heard this, and couldn't help but give Zhang Ling a big thumbs up in his heart. Looking at his expression, if his father wasn't there, he would probably rush up and give Zhang Ling a kiss on the face.

"Well, that's good. This Huangliang Immortal Wine will be the foundation of your life in the future. You must not be careless. If you need anything else, your uncle will find a way to get it for you."

How could Zhang Ling not understand what Liu Huaiyuan was thinking? He knew that the other party did not want to get involved in the business of Huangliang Xianjiu and wanted to keep this exclusive business for himself. He couldn't help but feel moved.

"Uncle, we'll split the profit 50-50. After we deduct the expenses, we'll split the remaining profit in half."

"Eh? That's not possible. This immortal wine is a gift from the old immortal to you. How can you give it to others? You absolutely can't do this." Liu Huaiyuan waved his hands quickly, looking unhappy.

"Since you said so, I will have no choice but to split the deal with Brother Jie. Please don't refuse, otherwise your nephew will not do this business." Zhang Ling insisted with a serious face.

"You idiot, what business do you know about Liu Jie? How about we split the profits 20-80? I'll split 20-80 and you'll split 80-80. If you still don't agree, I will never mention this matter again."

"Let's make it 37. It's settled. I'll treat it as your nephew honoring you. If I refuse again, you'll be treating me as an outsider." Zhang Ling had no choice but to resort to provocation.

"Hey! Kid, okay! I'll do as you say." Seeing his sincerity, Liu Huaiyuan had to agree.

After the two men finalized the profit sharing, it was already completely dark. Zhang Ling and Daniu returned to the village under the starry night sky.

"Let's go, Daniu. I'll go to my house and get you some white flour buns." When the two of them arrived at the entrance of the village, Zhang Ling greeted Daniu, wanting to fulfill his promise made during the day.

"Forget it, Brother Ling. It's so late. My parents are probably still worried about me. I'll go back first and eat the steamed buns tomorrow." Daniu said goodbye to Zhang Ling and ran straight home.

Zhang Ling smiled and shook his head. He knew very well that this guy was afraid that it was too late and would be embarrassed to go back to his house, so he had no choice but to let him go.

Zhang's mother was waiting eagerly in the front hall. Seeing her son coming back so late, she couldn't help but complain: "Where have you been, kid? Why are you back so late? Have you eaten? There is some food left for you in the kitchen. Eat some quickly."

Looking at Zhang Liushi with gray hair on her temples, Zhang Ling seemed to see his own mother, and his eyes suddenly became moist.

"What's wrong, child? Why are you crying? Did someone bully you? Be good, don't cry, tell your mother what happened." Seeing this, Zhang's mother hurriedly pulled Zhang Ling's hand and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, mom. I just feel a little sad when I see you have white hair." Zhang Ling rubbed his eyes and explained softly.

"You silly child, mother is old and it's normal to have some gray hair. As long as you are obedient and sensible, it's better than anything else. Your father died early, and mother didn't know how to teach you. I worried all day long about when you could get married and grow up earlier. Now, mother's love for you all these years has not been in vain. Ling'er has finally grown up and knows how to feel sorry for mother." As Zhang Liu spoke, tears of joy fell from her eyes.

Zhang Ling quickly comforted her: "Mom, Ling'er has grown up and will never be lazy again. Don't worry."

"Okay, okay, let's eat quickly. My son has finally grown up." Mrs. Zhang Liu wiped away her tears, her eyes full of relief.

In the front hall, Xiao Cui and Wang Ma brought hot meals from the kitchen. Zhang's mother sat beside them with a smile on her face, watching her son eat quietly.

"Mom, there are so many dishes. You probably didn't eat much tonight. Hurry up and sit down and eat together. I also want to tell you something." Zhang Ling looked at the food on the table and greeted them.

"What's the matter? Tell me while you eat." Zhang's mother asked with a smile, sitting on a chair at the side.

"Please come and eat with us, Aunt Wang, Xiao Cui, you guys should sit down too. There are only a few of us at home, and no outsiders. Let's eat a little more together."

"Master, this is not possible. How can a servant eat with the master? We have already eaten in the kitchen." Aunt Wang waved her hands quickly, saying in disbelief.

"Yes, young master, please eat quickly. I have eaten too." Xiao Cui also quickly shook her head in agreement.

"Mom, please talk to them quickly. We won't have so many rules in our family from now on. Aunt Wang is an elder in our family. She has watched me grow up. Sister Xiao Cui came to our house when I was six years old. They are all like a family. We should not be so distant from each other. What do you think?" Zhang Ling looked at Zhang's mother and said seriously.

"Okay, okay, Ling'er is right. I'll listen to you. Xiao Cui, go to the kitchen and get a few more pairs of bowls and chopsticks. Everyone sit down and eat a little more. Let's see what Ling'er is going to say." Zhang's mother waved her hand and asked the two to sit down and eat.

Three dishes and one soup, two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, four steamed buns and a bowl of porridge. Zhang's mother usually couldn't bear to eat such good food herself, and she was determined to keep the best food in the house for herself. Zhang Ling knew all this.

After Xiao Cui came back, Zhang Ling handed the steamed buns to the three of them one by one, and said with a smile: "Don't just stand there, eat the food quickly, Mom, try this rabbit meat and see if it tastes good." After that, he picked up a dish with chopsticks and gave it to Zhang's mother, then turned around and said: "Wang Ma, Xiao Cui, you guys should eat quickly too, don't just stand there and watch."

Several people looked at each other and felt that Zhang Ling had become a little different.

Mother Zhang was stunned for a moment, then picked up the rabbit meat from the bowl with satisfaction. While eating, she asked, "Ling'er, you just said you had something to tell us, what was it?"

"Oh, that's what I saw, mother. I had a dream last night. I dreamed of an old immortal with a white beard. He taught me how to make wine. I had nothing to do in the afternoon, so I went to my uncle's winery, and together with him, we really made the immortal wine. My uncle was overjoyed, and immediately gave me a hundred taels of silver note, and asked me to go to the pawnshop early the next morning to buy some young and strong people to learn how to make wine." Zhang Ling simply recounted what happened in the afternoon. He made the story of the old immortal sound so serious that even he almost believed it.

Zhang's mother was shocked when she heard this: "Ling'er, are you saying that you dreamed about the old immortal? And he also taught you how to make wine?"