Traveling through 70's wine

Taking advantage of the night, Wen Qing quietly crawled in through a hole in the barbed wire not far from the station. A freight train slowed down because it was passing a station. She grabbed the edge of a carriage, exerted force with her legs, jumped onto the iron hinges between the carriages, and used her arms to climb into the cargo box.

She fell on the cargo bag in the carriage and found that it was a carriage full of grain. After lying there for a while, she suddenly turned around and saw a pair of bright black eyes.

It turned out to be a young man in black clothes. He was lying on a bag of food on the other side of the carriage and looking straight at her.

Wen Qing greeted calmly: "Hi, hello, little brother."

The man lowered his head slightly, "Hello!"

Wen Qing asked in a dignified manner: "Where are you going, little brother?"

The man said, "Pingjing, where are you going?"

The carriage had no roof and the wind was very loud. The two had to speak loudly to be heard. Wen Qing said awkwardly, "We're going the same way."

Wen Qing closed her eyes and rested, not saying anything else. The man pulled the quilt up to cover her face.

Wen Qing was not able to enter the space, so she pulled out a quilt from her backpack and covered herself from head to toe. In winter, the further north you go, the colder it gets. Wen Qing practiced her internal energy under the quilt, and it finally wasn't that cold anymore.

The freight train also had to unload and load goods along the way, but they were lucky because the grain was being transported to Pingjing, and no one noticed anyone hitchhiking along the way.

Wen Qing woke up and looked outside the car. It was already bright outside. The vast northern plains stretched as far as the eye could see. The winter fields had been harvested and the fields were covered with snow after the snow. The trees on both sides of the railway had withered, leaving only bare branches, which looked magnificent against the blue sky.

Wen Qing stood up and stretched, looking at the man. The man was also looking at her. After thinking about it, Wen Qing climbed over the food bag and sat next to the man.

The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. It was hard to tell his height when he was sitting there. He had a buzz cut, a dirty face, and some beard. His eyes were sparkling, though. He was wearing a black cotton jacket, army green trousers, a pair of Liberation shoes, and had a backpack next to him.

"Little brother, what's your name?"

"What's your last name?" the man asked.

Wen Qing didn't take it seriously and said, "It's okay if your surname is Li."

She planned to call this old man Li Wen from now on. She looked at the man, who hesitated and said, "My last name is Zhuang, which means village."

At this time, the train was speeding through a village. Wen Qing didn't care, "What is Brother Zhuang doing in Pingjing?"

The man surnamed Zhuang said: "Looking for a job."

Wen Qing nodded and said, "There are more job opportunities in Kyoto."

Xiao Zhuang asked, "What is Brother Li doing in Kyoto?"

Wen Qing's mind moved, and she said, "Do business."

Xiao Zhuang smiled and said, "What kind of business? It must be the black market."

Wen Qing smiled and said, "I have purchased some goods and plan to go to Kyoto to buy them. People in Kyoto have money."

Xiao Zhuang asked: "What are you selling?"

Wen Qing: "Sell whatever you have."

Xiao Zhuang asked with interest, "Is business good in Kyoto?"

Wen Qing: "Well, the control is still very strict, but it is not impossible to do it if you are careful."

"Where do you usually sell your goods?"

Now it was time to talk about business, and Wen Qing shared her experience: "Non-staple food and grain are usually sold in residential areas, small alleys, and near schools. Large items, such as bicycles, watches, and radios, are usually sold at flea markets, during market hours, or at ghost markets."

Xiao Zhuang finally showed an interested expression, "Brother Li, what are you going to sell this time?"

Wen Qing said perfunctorily: "Nothing."

Xiaozhuang took the initiative to say, "Brother Li, to be honest, I served in the army for three years and returned to my hometown. My family is a farmer, but I can't make much money all year round. I can't even have enough to eat. I had no choice but to go to Pingjing to make a living."

Wen Qing asked: "What skills do you have?"

Xiaozhuang was a little embarrassed and said, "Does being able to farm count? I'm strong, I've finished junior high school, and I'm not afraid of hard work."

Wen Qing pondered for a moment and said, "I have an idea. You should learn how to repair bicycles. There are many people riding bicycles in Pingjing, so there will be no shortage of business for this."

Xiao Zhuang: “I can’t.”

Wen Qing took out a book called "Bicycle Maintenance Encyclopedia" and handed it to him. Xiaozhuang took it and looked at the title. He said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Li."

Wen Qing added: "I have some things you can sell here. Do you dare to do it?"

"what?"

"I have some portable recorders from Sakura Country. You can take them and sell them."

"How much is one?"

"This pocket radio costs 60 yuan. I won't make any money from you."

The price of a domestically produced tube radio on the market is 120 yuan per unit, and her purchase price is 30 yuan per unit.

Wen Qing crawled back to her original place, pulled out a backpack from under the food bag, took the backpack, and took out a radio and a tape recorder. Both were small and exquisite, and much more beautiful than domestic products.

Wen Qing turned the knob and found the radio channel, and a clear sound came from the radio.

Xiaozhuang was indeed tempted, and decisively took out 180 yuan and said, "I'll buy three first."

Wen Qing took out three and handed them to him, saying, "I live near Yulin Lake. If you want to find me in the future, go there more often."

The radio was very small, and Xiaozhuang quickly put it in his backpack.

At lunch time, Wen Qing took out two buns from her backpack and ate them with water from the bottle.

Hitchhiking saves money, but there is no toilet. Men can go outside the car to relieve themselves, but Wen Qing has no choice but to hold it in.

After dinner, Wen Qing found a sheltered place to lie down, while Xiaozhuang took out a book and started reading.

Late at night, the train arrived at a station near Pingjing. Wen Qing and Xiaozhuang jumped off the train when the speed slowed down, and walked out of the station along the tracks.

After leaving the station, Wen Qing said to Xiao Zhuang, "Brother Zhuang, see you later."

Xiao Zhuang: "Goodbye, Brother Li. I'll come find you later."

After the two said goodbye, Wen Qing looked at her watch and it was almost midnight.

She circled around to make sure there was no one behind her, went into the space to take care of her physiological needs, then took out the jeep and drove to Erxia Village on the outskirts of Pingjing.

At five o'clock in the morning, Wen Qing arrived near Erxia Village. She put the jeep into the space, took out her bicycle, and rode slowly home.

It was still dark, there were few people on the road, and I didn't meet any acquaintances.

Wen Qing opened the door to the yard. The tools in the yard were neatly placed. After entering the house, Wen Qing boiled some water for a bath, made breakfast, and then went to bed to catch up on some sleep.

It took her a total of twelve days to travel to Nankun and Dongyue. It was already the fifth day of the first lunar month. Wen Qing did not pay attention to when the Spring Festival was, and she had already missed it on the way.

Wen Qing took out the refrigerator and placed it in the kitchen, and placed the washing machine in the bathroom. These rooms are usually locked so they will not be discovered, and it will be convenient for her to use them in the future.

Wen Qing went to the backyard and installed the brewing equipment. The filling machine, capping machine and distiller all use electricity. She remodeled the electrical wiring in the backyard and installed many sockets to make it more convenient to use the machines.

She entered the space again and checked the mud cellar in the space. She peeled off the yellow mud sealing the cellar, touched the cellar mud with her hand, put it to her nose and smelled it. There was already a strong cellar fragrance.

So, they shoveled out the fermenting rice and lees in the sealed cellar, touched the yellow mud at the bottom of the cellar, smelled his hands, and thought it was okay, so he prepared to start brewing strong-flavored liquor in the space.

The wine cellar in the backyard also needed to be maintained as soon as possible. She took out the yellow mud from the lakeside of the space and used it to apply on the bottom and walls of the ten mud cellars in the backyard. She also put the rice and lees shoveled out of the space wine cellar into baskets, took them out of the space, and poured them into these wine cellars respectively.

Wen Qing also added some rice bran and rice to continue fermentation. In order to make the fermentation more complete, she took out some corn residue from the space and poured it in to mix it evenly. This was to convert the sugar in the corn and rice bran into alcohol through yeast, creating a good growth environment for microorganisms and promoting the maturity of the wine cellar. Finally, she used the remaining yellow mud to seal the wine cellar.

After taking care of the wine cellar matters, Wen Qing started making wine.