The new book of the burning prairie star

"I didn't expect Shui Qian to be the team leader. What can I say about you?" Yang Bowen was a little unhappy with the voting results.

"Oh no, you don't get as many votes as me." Yang Litian didn't want to listen to his complaints. He was so unhappy, but he was still pretending to be the boss.

"Although Shui Qian is the only one in his family, his father is a cousin of ours and we have the same ancestor. We shouldn't let outsiders take advantage of us." Yang Xiaoyong advised, "Let's put this matter behind us. Let's think about how to sell the wine."

Yang Zian looked at the members of the promotion team. More than half of them were the nephews of the head of the village. Of course, Yang Shuiqian's blood relationship was a little distant, but it was closer than his own. "Why hasn't Shuiqian arrived yet?"

"A new official has three things to do upon taking office. Are you trying to intimidate us?" Yang Litian said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, everyone. My son had a fever last night and it just subsided." Yang Shuiqian bowed and apologized, explaining the reason for being late.

"You..." Yang Litian wanted to say something to him, thinking that he was doing it on purpose, as if who doesn't have a son, the child is sick, and the wife can't take care of him? Let everyone wait for him alone.

"Have you agreed on where to start the promotion?" The village head took Yang Biao into the ancestral hall.

"Not yet. There's someone who's obsessed with power..." Yang Litian pulled back the sleeve that Yang Xiaoyong was holding.

"Everyone, please get along well. Most of the people here are my nephews. If anyone messes up the wine business, I won't forgive him." The village head said to the younger generation, "Everyone, take a look at these wines and try them first."

"Why is this wine red?" Yang Bowen was a little puzzled. "Is it wine that has gone bad?"

"This is wine made from grapes," the head of the village tapped him on the head with his finger in annoyance.

"Ouch," Yang Bowen said in pain, "I don't know, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Everyone try it," Yang Biao poured a glass of wine for Yang Shuiqian, who picked it up and took a big sip, "Wow, so sour!" His facial features wrinkled together.

"This wine has a low alcohol content and is suitable for women to drink..." Yang Biao was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Oh, so it's for women to drink. No wonder I'm not used to it." Yang Shuiqian was relieved.

"You little brat, do you know whose money is easiest to make in this world?" the village head scolded with a smile. "It's women's money that is easiest to make."

"Why is it so easy to make money from women?" Yang Xiaoyong wondered.

"When you make money, who will you buy hairpins and rouge and powder for?" Yang Bowen asked him.

"Of course it's for my wife. She gave birth to my children. It was not easy." Yang Xiaoyong answered as if it was a matter of course, "But I won't buy wine for my wife."

"This wine can improve beauty and sleep, and is good for women's health." The village head repeated everything Yang Biao said, although he didn't remember some of the details. "My wife has been drinking it for about half a month, and she snores loudly at night." Oh, my wife is old and she also snores.

Everyone laughed, "Okay, let your wife try this wine too." The village head saw everyone laughing at his wife's snoring, but he didn't get angry, "Remember, pregnant women can't drink!"

"Why does this wine taste like horse urine?" Yang Shui took a sip of another flavor of wine and spit it out. "It's too disgusting and bitter."

"This is beer. Brother Biao has been selling it in the county town for more than half a month. It tastes better when it is iced." The head of the village looked down on his cousin's only son.

"Where can Brother Biao be bought in the county?" Yang Shuiqian was very curious. He had never heard of this beer in the town or the county.

"It's sold in the Huanxi Restaurant in the county and at the dock." Yang Biao didn't tell him that the sales volume of beer sold in Huanxi Restaurant was much greater than that of sorghum liquor in the summer.

"Oh, then I didn't go to the two places you mentioned," Yang Shuiqian just went to various wineries and taverns to ask about the prices and try the taste.

"Everyone should remember what kind of wine you are selling, who is suitable for drinking it, and who is not suitable for drinking it." The head of the village reminded these people. His six sons all have their own things to do and did not participate in the winemaking. This is also a good thing, which makes it easier for him to manage. "Did you hear everything clearly?"

"I heard it clearly." A group of young people full of vigor and vitality responded.

"Well, good, good!" The head of the village was very satisfied seeing that everyone was full of energy, "Shuiqian will be responsible for the county town, and Litian will be responsible for the town." These two people have to be separated, otherwise they might fight.

"Grandpa, how about Shuiqian and I both take charge of the county town, one for the east and one for the west?" Xiangjia Town was so small, Yang Litian didn't want to work in the town, he wanted to go to the county town to sell wine, "As for who is in the east and who is in the west, we'll draw lots and see what God wills."

"Okay, let's draw lots." Yang Shuiqian also agreed.

"Brother Biao, write six for the east of the city and six for the west of the city. Fold the remaining blank papers into ten pieces." The head of the village instructed Yang Biao, "You can watch Brother Biao write."

Ten blank papers were folded, and they were still waiting for the ink to dry. "Almost done," the village head folded one paper with "East of the City" and another with "West of the City" in front of everyone, put them in his palm, and then covered them with his other palm, clasped his palms and shook them up and down a few times, "The water is shallow, plow the fields, start."

Yang Litian stretched out his hand to the left paper ball, hesitated for a moment, and retracted his hand. Finally, he chose the one on the right. Seeing that he had made his choice, Yang Shuiqian directly picked up the one on the left, without even looking at it, and handed it to the village head, "Mr. Village Head!"

The head of the village took it, unfolded the small piece of paper, read "East of the city," and showed the words on the paper to the people present.

Yang Litian slapped his hand in annoyance. He had intended to grab the one on the left, but unfortunately he was not firm enough and was taken advantage of by Yang Shuiqian. The east of the county town was a wealthy area, with many restaurants and wine shops located there, and the main sales group of wine was the wealthy.

"Others come and draw lots. Whoever draws a blank will be promoted in the town." The village head asked them to come up and choose paper balls.

"Wow, I'm from Chengdong." Yang Bowen opened the paper ball, took a look, and jumped up, "Grandpa, look, my family has a donkey cart that can deliver goods." He handed the paper ball to the head of the village.

"Okay, write it down." The headman turned around and asked Yang Biao to record the list.

"Grandpa, I'm from the east of the city too." Yang Xiaoyong handed it to the village head and asked him to have a look. "My family also has a donkey cart, and we can also load wine and sell it."

"Hey, I got a blank one." Someone was dejected. He shouldn't have been intimate with his wife last night, which made his luck so bad. It was really unlucky.

Yang Zi'an opened the small piece of paper with a grim face. Based on Yang Biao's understanding of him, he should have got a blank one.

Soon, all the paper balls going to the east and west of the city were collected and everyone's names were registered.

"Look, this is the finished statistics book. When and how much wine you sold, just write it down here according to the format." The head of the village gave Shui Qian and Li Tian a statistics book each. "I will be in charge of the statistics of the promoters in the town. Do you have any objections?"

"No!" The voice in the ancestral hall was loud.

"Okay, let's go and get some wine from my house." The head of the village waved to everyone, and a group of people immediately followed. Yang Biao felt that this group of people walked in a menacing manner, and if you didn't know, you would think that the head of the village was leading a group of young men to fight with others.