Shipin Dalizheng

Rong Tang couldn't imagine what half of the body looked like.

"They're half human. Some have legs but no arms, some have arms but no legs, and some have one hand and one foot missing. Because their oaths are the most brutal. The Dali Temple asked them if they saw it with their own eyes, and they all said they did. Then they asked why they didn't save them, and they all said they couldn't. Minister Jin was so angry that he insisted on leading people to summon a few complete people himself, but the Dali Temple overruled him, saying that he was not in charge of criminal interrogations and couldn't arrest anyone. Anyway, when I arrived, it seemed that Minister Jin had gone to the palace to file a complaint."

"Okay, I understand. You can go back first."

After Butler Tao left, the compound became busy again.

Two days later, all the sweet sorghum near Rongjia Village was picked, leaving only Li Sipo's two acres of land, which would take about ten days to harvest.

We have made thirty juice extractors, prepared more than ten large iron pots, and three complete sets of winemaking equipment.

After counting the varieties of candies, there are already more than ten.

At the same time, the success rate of wine yeast meatballs reached more than 90%, which is a very good ratio, and the ratio of the ingredients in the recipe was also stable.

Chuncao was smiling happily when she came to report the results, but Rongtang always felt that he had forgotten something.

Hearing the sweet wine song, he suddenly slapped his head and said, "Oh no, our glutinous rice wine is ruined."

At this time, several days had passed since the sweet wine was made. Normally, it would only take two or three days, and I didn't know if it had gone bad.

When the sealing paper was opened, a strong smell of alcohol wafted out. One pot smelled extremely sour, one tasted like strong liquor and made you intoxicated by the smell, and another pot produced very little water and was moldy, looking spoiled.

Chuncao couldn't bear to look at it, "Is this still edible?"

Rong Tang looked through it once, gave up on the moldy one, and tried the other two pots. He decisively pointed to the one with the strongest smell of alcohol and said, "Add more cold boiled water. Make two pots and see tomorrow."

Aunt Dahu poured out the two broken pots, cleaned the ceramic pot, divided the other pot of glutinous rice wine into two parts, added half a pot of water to each part, and continued to ferment.

Everyone rested in the courtyard that day, ate and slept well, except for Rong An who came over a few times to report on the progress of the village workshop construction and ditch digging.

And then she said, "Prince, it's time to let Uncle Dashan and the others start brewing wine again tomorrow. What I mean is, now that we have all the equipment, it's time to buy some sorghum to practice. Besides, we've been using a lot of firewood these days, and many children have gone to other villages to collect it. Although the other villagers dare not say anything because of you, it's not a long-term solution."

Whose children are they?"

"Uncle Jindou and the Laifu family, I heard they are very powerful in other villages, saying they are the uncles of Rong Shizi, and they will do such and such things to anyone who doesn't let them collect firewood."

No wonder, with mothers like Ma and Aunt Lai Fu, their children would grow up to be bad in no time. Rong Tang had also met Rong Jindou and Rong Lai Fu, and they themselves were not bad people, but they just listened to their wives and were vested interests, so they didn't care whether their wives and children did anything wrong.

They are all members of the clan. Before they make big mistakes, Rong Tang still wants to set rules to prevent any mistakes from happening.

"You do this, and tell the villagers nearby that we have a large firewood collection here, and anyone can bring it. Also, no one from this village is allowed to use my name to scare others. If I hear you do it once, I will give you ten lashes. Of course, if anyone bullies anyone from this village, I will protect them."

As they were talking, they saw San Ya leading a man from another village, carrying a heavy load of firewood and walking over, staring at the door.

Rong Tang asked Chuncao to go out and ask about the situation. After a while, he came back and laughed uncontrollably.

"Sanya was picking flowers by the river when she met a man from another village who asked her if the village would accept firewood. She said yes, and offered five cents for forty pounds. The man agreed, so she brought someone over to weigh it. The firewood weighed eighty pounds. She paid the man ten cents and left. After Sanya and the others had walked away, she asked me, in a huff and puff, if I could count the two cents as her profit. I gave her the two cents and ran away, smiling."

Rong Tang was surprised. "This little girl is only six years old. Who taught her to count?"

"Maybe it's her father?"

Rong Tang felt that it was impossible. Although Rong Dashan did not beat or scold his wife and daughter, he himself was very patriarchal and might not be willing to teach his daughter to read and do accounting.

Thinking about how San Ya never entered the compound gate again after learning a few words in the mountains, he became curious again, "Rong An, why don't the aunties and ladies in the village come into the compound these days?"

To be specific, those who did not work in the compound, including several clan leaders and village chiefs, had not shown up again, and all they did was ask Rong An to pass on messages if there was anything.

Rong An paused and said, "The elders have held a meeting. We can't let anyone know too much about the compound. Don't come unless necessary. If you must come, call someone out to discuss the matter."

No wonder San Ya didn’t come in.

"Rong An, what do you think of Rong Dashan? If, and I mean if, he were made a manager, would he be able to do a good job? Or let me put it this way, would he be influenced by external forces and make decisions that are detrimental to the overall situation?"

Rong An was just about to say that Uncle Dashan was a good and reliable person, but when he heard the second question, he couldn't help but think more about it, because as a close relative, he knew too well the hidden conflicts in Uncle Dashan's family.

"Uncle Dashan is a good person, and the Third Master can keep the overall situation stable. It's just that the Third Wife is partial to the Second Wife. The Second Uncle and Second Aunt are not bad people, they just have some small thoughts. Uncle Dashan and his wife are honest, but also foolishly filial..."

He couldn't say anything. San Nai really had control over Uncle Dashan. If he couldn't bear it and compromised, who knows what the consequences would be.

But he was also afraid that his words would delay Uncle Dashan's good job. "Uncle Dashan is a very upright person. He knows it will be detrimental to the overall situation and will never compromise."

I'm just afraid he doesn't know! There are many people who are smart and capable, but they trust their family too much, lose their judgment, and end up suffering great losses.

"I understand. I won't treat honest people unfairly."

Rong Tang added in his mind that perhaps there would be a big task waiting for him.

Neither he nor Rong An knew that Rong Dashan was suffering in dire straits at this time.

The Third Grandma has given him an ultimatum: no matter what, he must arrange Erhe's job when he goes to work tomorrow, even if he quits and Erhe takes over.

Rong Dashan finally got a day of rest, but it was ruined by his mother. He was frowning and sighing the whole day.

Seeing her father's cowardly look, San Ya pinched the dozen or so copper coins she had saved in her pocket and pulled Er Ya out to discuss it. "Second sister, come pick flowers with me tomorrow. We can earn money together and build a big house for our parents in the future so we can move out of this yard."

Erya whispered, "But I still have to cut grass for the pigs. If you don't go, I'll have to cut twice as much by myself. Besides, Sister Chuncao won't need that many Polygonum multiflorum flowers."

"Who says we can't use it? I heard from my eldest sister that when the winery business gets bigger, we'll need a lot of Polygonum multiflorum. Besides, don't we have some free time at home? My second uncle and second aunt, our grandparents, and Xiaobao are all able to work. Other boys his age in the village are out collecting firewood, earning four or five cents a day, but he doesn't do anything and only knows how to eat. Second aunt used to take turns cooking with mother, but now she doesn't do it anymore, and it's all up to mother..."

"What did you say, you little bitch?"

Qian suddenly appeared behind them, scaring them half to death.

Qian suddenly burst into a rage and slapped San Ya hard. She had been in a bad mood for the past few days, and now she found an outlet for her anger, so she slapped San Ya particularly hard.

San Ya was hit hard and blood came out of the corner of her mouth. She cried out in pain and ran away desperately.