The new book of the burning prairie star

The business of this cloth shop was really good. In just ten days, Yang Biao returned the five hundred taels he had borrowed to buy the cloth shop to Manager Liu. "Manager Liu, this is the five hundred taels you lent me. Now I'm returning it to you." Yang Biao put the silver note on the table and pushed it to Manager Liu.

"Yang Biao, your cloth shop also needs funds to turn over. I don't need this money at the moment, so there's no need to return it to me in such a hurry." Shopkeeper Liu returned the banknote.

"Well, kid, you have a plan for this. You won't let your business run the risk of running out of funds." Yang Biao is not really fourteen years old. He will choose to pay back the money, so he will keep enough funds to cope with business transactions.

"Well, that's good." After hearing what he said, Manager Liu accepted the five hundred taels of silver without any psychological burden.

"Oh, by the way, the red wine that was given to the female relatives some time ago has been bought by people one after another in the past few days." Shopkeeper Liu found it magical. It was really unexpected that the women would like to drink these sour wines.

"Oh, I see. I'll send some more red wine later." Yang Biao was not surprised at all. This red wine can be drunk all year round, and the longer it is stored, the more fragrant it is. In modern times, the market share of white wine is shrinking year by year, while the sales of red wine have increased greatly. Maybe it is also related to the concept of health preservation.

"By the way, does Yang Biao want to buy a house?" Boss Wang had a house with three entrances and three exits. Manager Liu wanted to sell the house to Yang Biao. Boss Wang and his family were in a hurry to leave, so they sold the cloth shop and set off the next morning, leaving the house and land for later disposal.

His wife will also go back to her hometown in a few days, so that she can send back the money from the real estate and land that Boss Wang asked him and his wife to sell.

"But I don't have any extra money to buy it." Yang Biao had never thought about buying a house in the county town, but he was willing to buy some land.

"It's okay, come with me to take a look at the house first." Manager Liu didn't say much and let Yang Biao look at the house first. He didn't want to sell all of his old friend's assets at a low price, but wanted to find a suitable price to help Boss Wang. And the ideal buyer was undoubtedly Yang Biao, who would not bargain and was a kind person.

If Yang Biao heard what Manager Liu was thinking, he would feel very miserable. Not only did he not know how to bargain, but he was also being treated as a sucker.

"Okay," Yang Biao felt that it was hard to refuse Manager Liu's proposal, so he agreed to go.

"This is Mr. Wang's house," Yang Biao followed Manager Liu to a house with a narrow entrance. Except for the door in the front, the rest of the house was blocked by brick walls. Manager Liu opened the door, which symbolized good luck and good fortune. It was a typical Ruyi door design for people with low political status, that is, the lintel and the corners of the brick walls on both sides were decorated with Ruyi-shaped patterns.

Yang Biao followed him in. The discomfort caused by the narrow entrance gradually disappeared as he walked further in. The decoration of the house was not as magnificent as that of Mr. Liu's house in Xiangjia Town, but the space was also quite large. The whole decoration style was elegant. There were flowers and trees planted in the three courtyards. Unfortunately, he did not know how to grow flowers and could not tell the difference between roses and roses.

"Yang Biao, how is it? Are you satisfied?" Shopkeeper Liu saw that Yang Biao just glanced at it lightly and did not show any intention to buy.

"That's great, but I don't have the money to buy a house." Yang Biao told the truth, and he didn't want to buy a house either.

"Well, it's not a problem. If Yang Biao wants to buy it, you can make a decision first and pay for it when you have enough money," Shopkeeper Liu looked at Yang Biao expectantly, hoping that he would ask to buy it.

Yang Biao couldn't stand the look from Shopkeeper Liu, so he coughed and said, "Well, I'd better go home first. My family is waiting for me." Then he ran away, as he was really afraid to see the look from Shopkeeper Liu again. It was too scary.

"Yang Biao, if you don't want to buy it, forget it." Shopkeeper Liu shouted at his fleeing back. There was no need to hide. A feeling of powerlessness really surged in his heart.

"Brother Biao, what are you thinking about?" Little Zhang patted her eldest son who was sitting in the yard in a daze.

"I'm just thinking about how we should develop in the future. I don't know if we can gain a foothold in this county!" Yang Biao was a little lacking in confidence. He didn't dare to let Xiao Zhang know that he had gone to see a house. He also had no intention of buying a property in the county.

"Brother Biao, you're back?" The village head saw Yang Biao driving his car and about to pass by his house, and hurriedly called him.

"Come on, uncle, the village head, follow me to see the wine-making process." Yang Biao planned to teach the village head the wine-making process. It didn't matter if he was old and couldn't remember clearly. Anyway, he could distill the wine continuously and teach him several times. He planned to teach until the village head learned it.

"Okay, I'll go call your aunt and uncle to come and learn from Brother Biao." The head of the village hurriedly went to call his wife and daughters-in-law.

"Can wine be made using a steamer just like that?" The village head touched the steamer in disbelief. It was a little hot, but he immediately retracted his hand and raised it to show that he was fine.

"Uncle village head, quickly soak your scalded hands with well water," Yang Biao knew that the village head was old and his skin reacted relatively slowly to heat, so he quickly got him a basin of water and soaked his hands in it.

"Soak until you no longer feel the burning sensation on your hands." Yang Biao looked at the headman's hands. If the water became hot, he would pour it out and then draw fresh, cool water from the well for the headman to use.

"Brother Biao, I feel my hand is much better now. There is no tingling sensation anymore." The headman took his hand out of the water. After Yang Biao took a look at it, he found that there was indeed nothing wrong with his hand, so he nodded and continued to steam the wine.

"Uncle head of the village, don't worry. I will be steaming wine at home and delivering it to sell these days." Some time ago, he went back to the village to steam wine, but the sorghum made by the villagers had not yet fermented well, so he did not invite the head of the village to observe the wine steaming.

"Okay, I understand," the head of the village thought to himself. It seems quite simple.

"Then let the village head uncle do the steaming of wine tomorrow!" Yang Biao said to the village head with a smile. It's just talk without practice. Everything has to be done by hand.

"Yes, sure!" The head of the village felt that it would not be difficult for him to steam wine tomorrow, so he happily agreed.

When all the wine was steamed, the village head asked his wife to cook, "Old lady, go and cook two delicious dishes. I want to have a couple of drinks with Brother Biao today."

"Yes," the wife of the village head agreed, took off her apron and went home, "I'll ask Jinxue to buy some more meat dishes to make snacks for you two."

"Okay, okay!" When the village head heard his wife say that, he grinned. His wife was really smart and knew what he was thinking. Not bad, not bad. She was worthy of being his wife who had been with him for nearly fifty years. How could she be so lovable?