Shipin Dalizheng

Rong Dashan blushed. He was already in his thirties. Was he really going to perform the art of gnawing bones with his bare hands in public in front of such distinguished guests?

But when he looked at the people at the table, apart from the old men, only the village chief was of the same generation as him, and he was the youngest.

He stretched out his hand hesitantly. Zheng Changning chuckled. He knew that this mischievous girl wanted to play a trick on him.

"No need to show me, I can do it. Besides being the son of the Prime Minister, I'm also a captain. In the barracks, I don't get to eat meat for a year or two. It's really not easy to chew on a big bone like this, so when I do get one, I have to fight for it. Excuse me, everyone."

Without using chopsticks, he rolled up his sleeves, reached out and grabbed a large bone stick from the ceramic basin, put it to his mouth and started to chew it.

While eating, he greeted everyone, "Everyone, eat, don't be shy."

Every bite was filled with grease, and his tone was as if he was the master.

Although the image was ruined, it was still down-to-earth! The elders suddenly felt less psychological pressure.

"Eat, eat."

They pushed and shoved one after another and started working.

Seeing Zheng Changning putting aside his pride and eating with relish, Chuncao became angry and went into the inner room with a snort.

"Brother Rong Qi, do you want to eat now? I'll serve you some."

Rong Qi hummed, "Let's go eat in the yard."

There are several sycamore trees planted in the middle of the yard, which have long grown lush and leafy. There are stone tables and stone benches under the trees, which are perfect for enjoying the cool in summer.

Chuncao placed the food on the stone table and called out, "Brother Rong San, Brother Rong Si, Brother Rong Wu, it's time to eat."

A pair of almond-shaped eyes looked at the two people guarding the gate, and he said with his hands on his hips, "You two, if you don't mind the cheap food, come and have some. You are guests, and it is not reasonable for us in the Rong family to not provide food."

Zheng Ping and Zheng De didn't move. Gui Ergou quickly took a stone bench and sat down. "Don't worry about them. Maybe their master has strict rules and won't let them eat outside."

Zheng Ping tilted his head slightly, and heard Zheng Changning say, "You guys should go eat too."

They were both stunned for a moment. The young master was really down-to-earth this time.

The small stone table was not big. Rong Qi and Gui Ergou were sitting there and serving their food.

Rong San, Rong Si, and Rong Wu were just walking out of the house when Zheng Ping and Zheng De looked at each other, quickly walked over, and occupied the two remaining stone benches.

Rong San and the others who arrived a step late glared at them.

Chuncao brought out some pancakes from the kitchen, put them on the small stone table, turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

In the west room, Rong An opened the door a crack, allowing Manager Lu to see Zheng Ping and Zheng De.

The two of them were discussing the purchase of the winery just now. At first, Manager Lu was very excited and wanted to sell it as soon as possible. However, as the conversation deepened, he found out that the Rong family really wanted to buy it, and he became hesitant again.

After all, it is a business passed down from my ancestors, and I can't bear to give it up.

His asking price became outrageous, claiming only that his winery's prime location warranted the high price. He claimed that the winery's furniture was top secret and couldn't be discounted as ordinary items. Even offering it as brand new wouldn't work because it was top secret, so he demanded a price practically equal to the winery itself.

When his family's wine-making recipe was mentioned at last, Shopkeeper Lu almost jumped up and down, his hands waving like lotus leaves, and he was unwilling to sell his family.

Rong An was so angry that he laughed. "Shopkeeper Lu, if you don't sell your son, why are you selling your old winery for a high price? What are we going to do with it? If Shopkeeper Lu really can't bear to part with it, why not keep it? After all, the winery doesn't have to be in town. We can build one in the village without spending much money."

Shopkeeper Lu blushed and refused to speak.

"In that case, Shopkeeper Lu, please go back. Just forget I didn't mention the matter of buying the winery."

Shopkeeper Lu finally relaxed and said, "This recipe is our Lu family's heirloom. If we really want to sell it, it can't be lower than this price."

He stretched out a finger, and Rong An took a breath. He really dared to ask for it.

"Shopkeeper Lu, your winery is located in a remote area with few people. It has a shop in front and a workshop in the back, so it can only be worth more than two hundred taels at most. At most, I will give you two hundred and forty taels. The utensils and supplies in the workshop are all covered with patina. You said it is related to the secrets of winemaking. Well, I will give you twenty taels. As for the recipe, to be honest, your recipe is not very good. If it were good, the quality of the wine would not be so poor. Apart from the poor villagers, is there any good family willing to buy it and drink it? We bought it and it was just for reference. We may not use it. So, as a token of my appreciation, I will give you forty taels, which is a total of three hundred taels. If you agree, bring the land deed here tomorrow, and we will exchange the money and the goods. If you don't agree, go out and head south. Goodbye."

Shopkeeper Lu was furious. He asked for two thousand taels, but he bargained down to three hundred taels. Even cutting the price in half was not as cruel as this.

He was so angry that his nose was smoking. "Rong, the accountant, your bargaining is not decent. People bargain to get a small fraction, but you only gave me a small fraction!"

"Shopkeeper Lu, you can't say that. You know what I'm talking about. According to market conditions, the price I'm offering is fair. You're manipulating invisible values ​​into concrete form and forcibly converting them into money. Ask yourself, are your shabby belongings and your unremarkable wine recipe worth this much?"

Shopkeeper Lu was very unconvinced, but he didn't know how to refute him, so he just kept silent. Rong An sighed. Seeing that the deal to buy the winery wasn't going to go through, he pushed the door open a crack and said, "Why don't you go back and think about it for a few days, Shopkeeper Lu? But I'm also letting you know in advance that the winery Yang Lianye occupies belongs to our Rong family, and we'll have to return it sooner or later. By then, maybe the young master won't care about your remote winery anymore. After all, your winery has been squeezed out and can't continue."

He pointed at Zheng Ping and Zheng De and asked, "Do you know who that is?"

Shopkeeper Lu subconsciously asked, "Who?"

Rong An said, "That's the personal guard of the Prime Minister's son. Do you know what the relationship is between the Prime Minister's son and our son?"

"what relationship?"

Rong An smiled mysteriously, revealing a smile that allowed him to understand it himself, "Shopkeeper Lu, go back and think about it first!"

Shopkeeper Lu stood up and suddenly said, "The wine money hasn't been paid yet."

"Miss Chuncao, come and pay Shopkeeper Lu for the wine."

Daya poked her head out from the kitchen and said, "Sister Chuncao is out. I'll go call her."

Chuncao heard the shout and went to her room to get the silver. She came back in a moment with four large silver ingots. "Manager Lu, here, it's settled!"

Shopkeeper Lu put the silver ingot into his arms and walked out the door. He looked back every three steps, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Rong An negotiated with Manager Lu for a long time without reaching any result. Feeling that he had failed to do his job well, he went into the main hall to report the situation to Rong Tang.

Rong Tang listened for a moment and said, "If he doesn't want to sell it, forget it. Just build a workshop at home. As for the tools and recipes, they won't be used anyway. You can eat first. After the banquet, you, Uncle Dashan, Uncle Dahai, and Uncle Village Chief can stay. I have something to tell you."

Rong An agreed and lifted the curtain to go out. He saw Zheng Changning looking at the curtain door with a smile on his face, as if he was ready to come in at any time.