The new book of the burning prairie star

The wine shops in the town sell a variety of wines, each with its own consumer groups. The sudden emergence of sorghum wine may not necessarily lead the market, and it still needs to be discussed with the whole village. After all, there are risks.

"Yes, it's a big plan to make money." The village head repeated his words, "Don't worry about brewing wine, Yang Biao will teach everyone how to do it."

"Mr. Village Head, in terms of investment, should each family contribute their own share, or will those who contribute more have more say?" Yang Shuiqian, who had studied for five years, asked the right questions.

The head of the village didn't want to build a giant right away. "We need to make some money first and then expand the scale slowly. Otherwise, if we take too big a step, we may get into trouble." Everyone in the ancestral hall burst into laughter.

"It would be best if every family contributed some money. If they really can't contribute, they can just follow the work..."

"Those who don't contribute won't get a share!" Yang Shuiqian understood that the village head wanted to help the poor families in the village and let them work to offset the amount of their contributions, but he didn't want these people to take advantage. Why should those who don't contribute get a share? So he interrupted the village head and stopped him from being so kind, "You can give wages to those who work."

"Yes, it's better to hire people from your own village than to hire others to do the work." Several people from the village who had good families shared the same idea as Yang Shuiqian. "Yes, it's more reassuring."

"Then does anyone have any objections to this?" The village head cannot have the final say, so he still needs to seek the opinions of the whole village. "Although every household in our village has sorghum, it cannot be given away for free. It should be included in the cost. The money from the wine sales will be paid for the sorghum. Shui Qian will calculate how much money is needed to buy the tools for brewing wine later."

"Uncle Lizheng, there are wine breweries for brewing wine, where can we brew it?"

"Let's save as much as we can. There are several empty yards in the village. We can temporarily put the winemaking place in these empty yards and pay the rent when the time comes."

"Yes, we should sell the wine first, and then make plans when we have money." This statement attracted many people around to agree.

"What do you think is feasible if this wine can be passed down as the family property of Yangjia Village?" the head of the village asked everyone with a smile.

"Our village's clan property?" Yang Shuiqian was a little confused. "We don't even know if this wine can be sold in the market?"

"Yes, I have never seen this wine before."

"Idiot, how could I have seen it without you?"

"You are the idiot. How do you know there is no such thing? Didn't Yang Biao say he saw it in a book? Doesn't that mean he knows it?"

"That means someone made this wine before Yang Biao." Someone beside him interrupted. "It's just that you can't read, so you don't know."

"Hey, what's wrong with you? I'm talking to my brother, why are you butting in?" The man was unhappy, thinking it was affecting his pretentiousness. So he stepped forward to push the butting man away, "Hey, let's talk it out, we are all from the same ancestor." Those standing next to them stepped forward to pull the two apart.

"I called you here to discuss how to make money and how the Yang family can invest and work together to build a large-scale business so that we can leave a rich legacy for our descendants. You little kids don't take it seriously. Why do we have to fight before we discuss something?" The head of the village pretended to be angry. He was not really angry. If this thing succeeded, he would be buried in the ground and lie with the ancestors of the Yang family. He would be very proud.

"Uncle Village Head, don't be angry. No one is fighting here, right? Litian." The person who interrupted smiled and turned to look at Yang Litian.

"Yes, yes, grandpa, calm down. The boy drank a little and spoke loudly to Bowen," Yang Litian had to lower his head. Just kidding, the village head and his grandfather were brothers. They were thirteen years apart in age. When he was a child, he was often carried around on the village head's back and was raised by the village head himself. His grandfather respected this elder brother very much. If he ran to his house to complain, his grandfather would definitely break his legs.

"Oh, in addition to sorghum wine, we can also brew some other wines to enrich the variety of wine. Those who are rich can buy expensive ones, and those who are poor can buy cheaper ones to satisfy their cravings." The village head didn't want to argue with the juniors, so he continued.

"Mr. Village Head, where can we sell the wine we brew?" Yang Shuiqian felt that sales were the top priority. They couldn't make the product and not be able to sell it.

"I'm thinking of buying a shop with all the villagers. It's not cost-effective to rent a shop to sell wine." The village head said his plan. "Of course, we should buy a small shop first, take our time, and then change to a bigger shop when we have more funds."

"Well, Bowen, what do you think about this?" The head of the village still liked Yang Bowen very much. He had three years of education and was smart, but he was not very stable and liked to brag and show off.

"Grandpa, I don't have any ideas. I'll listen to you in everything." Bowen's face was red, and it was not known whether it was because of drinking or for some other reason.

“Well, if you don’t have any ideas, just sit down and let those who have ideas speak.” Before the head of the village finished speaking, with a “swish,” everyone present sat down.

"Hey, you..." The village head didn't know what to say to them. Yang Biao walked up to him and said a few words softly, "Let's stop here today. You can go home first. Let's think about how to deal with this." After listening to what Yang Biao said, the village head dismissed everyone.

“Hey, great-grandfather, great-grandfather…” Yang Bowen shouted to the headman who was getting up and leaving. The matter hadn’t been discussed yet, so why was he leaving?

Yang Biao felt that this matter did not achieve the expected results, and it might be a bit too hasty. The villagers did not see the benefits brought by sorghum wine, and there was no way to talk about it as a family property. So he told the head of the village that it would be better to proceed slowly.

"Bowen, you've been educated and you also work in town. Do you think this wine is useful?" asked Yang Zhaosheng, Yang Bowen's cousin.

"Shuiqian has also been educated, and has seen as much of the world as I have. Shuiqian, tell me about it." Yang Bowen threw the difficult question to Yang Shuiqian.

"My father and I both drink, so we know the prices of the wines sold in the winery in town. However, we can only look at the expensive ones and can't bear to buy them. But the wine sold by the village head is very good, and it is very similar to the expensive ones sold in the winery."

Yang Shuiqian recalled the wines in the town's winery. "The prices of wines are also different. Some are three taels per pot, some are five taels per pot, and some are more than ten taels per pot."

"The water is shallow, how many pounds is a pot of wine?"

"There are 300 grams per pot and 50 grams per pot. The more expensive the wine, the smaller the pot it is in."

"Wow, my God, don't say Shui Qian is reluctant to buy it. I don't drink, but just listening to it makes me feel like it will cost a lot of money." Everyone laughed.

"Bo Wen, is this wine any good?" Yang Zhaosheng was unsure, so he decided to ask his brothers who could read.

"Of course there is. Why don't we go talk to our great-grandfather? After all, he and I are the closest family members by blood. Even though everyone in the village has the surname Yang, we don't know how many generations apart from us we are." The two of them muttered in a deserted corner.