The new book of the burning prairie star

"Brother Biao, you're back." The head of the village asked his wife to ask Xiao Zhang, and learned the approximate time of Yang Biao's return home. He had been standing at the entrance of the village with his neck stretched out waiting for a long time. When he saw Yang Biao driving a mule cart towards the foot of the mountain, he hurriedly called him.

"Uncle, the village head, what's the matter?" When Yang Biao heard the shout, he hurriedly pulled the reins to stop the mule cart. He probably knew why the village head was waiting at the entrance of the village. People who love drinking usually can't escape the temptation of good wine.

"Brother Biao, do you still have the wine from yesterday?" Sure enough, seeing the headman's worthless appearance, Yang Biao couldn't bear to look at it.

"Yes, is Uncle Zheng going home with me to get it, or is he waiting at home for me to take it to your house?" Yang Biao asked casually.

"Well, it's not very convenient to go to your house. I'll wait for Brother Biao to come at home." Although the head of the village is almost sixty years old, there are many gossipy people in the village, so he still has to avoid suspicion.

"Okay, uncle the village head, get in the car and get off at your house so you don't have to walk anymore." Yang Biao also knew that the requirements for young widows in ancient times were really harsh. As the saying goes, people's words are scary, so one can only adapt to local customs and pay attention to the influence. This will also be good for little Zhang.

The head of the village sat on the mule cart, touched the shaft and looked at it, "I see this cart is newly bought. Isn't it the old horse cart left by Zhuzi's family?" Yang Biao is not short of money now, so he just wants to use a new one. But don't ordinary people have to live by being thrifty?

"Uncle, the village head, our original car was smashed by someone." Thinking of the smashed car, Yang Xiaohua couldn't help but want to cry.

"Ah, smashed? Who smashed it?" The village head was shocked. He took the strong laborers from the village to ask for an explanation from the people who bullied Yangjia Village. "This is too bold, too abominable. Is Biao brother okay?" He turned around and lifted Yang Biao's clothes to check if the child was injured.

"The kid is fine, he just got some minor injuries, he will be fine in two days." Yang Biao was touched by the old man's concern, "The ones who smashed the car were a group of hooligans who hang around in the county town, they have been arrested by the police."

"Oh, that's good, that's good." The village head was relieved when he heard that the man had been arrested. "If you are wronged outside, come back to the village to find me. I will find someone to fight back. We Yang family can't let outsiders bully us."

"Remember this, kid." Yang Biao may have watched too many costume dramas in modern times. In these dramas, families are divided into different levels according to their origins, wealth, social status and military merits. Their levels are strict and insurmountable. As a commoner, life is very difficult. When he really traveled to ancient times, although he encountered some strange people, most of them were people like the head of the village and Master Zhou who would help him and were kind to him.

"Uncle, the village head, wait for me to send my sister home, and then I will get the wine for you." Yang Biao stopped the car, put the village head down, and said with a smile.

"Well, OK, you must remember to bring some wine." The village head was afraid that the boy would forget. People can not come, but wine cannot.

"Okay, I'll bring you a jar of wine." Yang Biao held back his laughter.

"Very good... very good." The village head was overjoyed and stood there watching Yang Biao leave.

"Hey... why is the village head uncle still standing at the door? He couldn't have been waiting for me here?" Yang Biao went home and parked the mule cart in the yard. The first thing he did was go out with a jar of wine. Seeing that the village head was still at the place where he got off the cart just now, he couldn't help but joked.

"Come, give it to me, I'll take it," the village head ignored Yang Biao's teasing and went straight to take the jar of wine in his hand.

Yang Yang cooperated and handed the wine to the head of the village, asking him to hold it. "Uncle head of the village, please come in. It's too hot." Seeing that the head of the village was still trying to open the lid of the jar, he must be in a hurry to drink.

"Well, okay, come in, come in." The official responded hurriedly.

"Drink this today," Yang Biao took out a small wine glass he bought in the county town. Each glass could hold about one or two liang of liquor. We can't let the head of the village drink from a bowl anymore. When you are old, getting drunk all the time is really harmful to your health.

"Uncle, the village head, do you think it is feasible to make this wine an industry for the people of Yangjia Village?" If one wants to expand the scale of winemaking, he needs manpower. Before looking for the village head, Yang Biao actually carefully considered the feasibility of various plans. In the end, he still felt that it would be more appropriate to cooperate with the village in winemaking.

First of all, my uncle has been the head of the village for so many years, and he is familiar with the situations of each household in the village. He knows everything about them and knows exactly who is cheating at work; secondly, little Zhang is not willing to go to a strange place, and she has the head of the village's wife and his second daughter-in-law to accompany her in terms of interpersonal communication, so there is no need to worry about her; the next is Yang Lin, who can go to school in the next village, which is close, has many acquaintances, and is more convenient in life; finally, most people in the village are relatively gentle in their attitude towards his family and do not speak ill of them. The relationship between neighbors is good, and Yang Biao is willing to let these people live a good life.

"Become an industry for the villagers?" The headman was drinking from the wine glass, he didn't react for a moment and looked a little confused.

"Yes, let the villagers brew wine together, and then I will help sell it." Yang Biao expressed his thoughts.

"But I think it's not feasible to let all the villagers brew wine together." Seeing Yang Biao's confusion, he put down his wine glass and said, "It's just like cooking in different families. The same method can produce different tastes. Some people's wine tastes good, while others don't."

Yang Biao understood that the village head was worried that the quality of the wine he brewed could not be guaranteed, but he had taken it for granted. "What does the head mean?"

"I'll pick some people who are tight-lipped, and you teach them how to brew wine. After a while, we'll know who is more suitable for brewing wine." The head of the village thought about it and decided that the brewing recipe couldn't be leaked. "It takes a lot of effort to do all this."

"It's OK. It will take some time to build the wine workshop. My family will brew wine first. We can make about 50 kilograms of wine each time." The production of sorghum wine is not complicated. When Yang Biao heard the head of the village say that he had to keep his mouth shut, he was afraid that the wine making recipe would be leaked. So he went to the pawnshop to buy a few women or official slaves to do the key process. "It doesn't take much strength to brew wine. You can find women in the village to learn from my mother."

"Well, okay. Now that the wine is made, how do we sell it?" The head of the village felt that brewing wine not only had to ensure good quality, but also had to consider where and how to sell it.

"The wine brewed by the boy has been sold out by Huanxi Restaurant in the county town. As for the wine brewed by the people of our Yangjia Village, we can all invest together to find a shop and produce and sell it ourselves."

The village head felt that Yang Biao was like a spring breeze that opened the door to his thinking and made him feel a little refreshed.

"Well, I'll go discuss it with them." The head of the village called his second son and asked him to notify the entire village to hold a meeting in the ancestral hall.