Shipin Dalizheng

Daya stuffed the crispy fish that she was reluctant to finish into his mouth and said, "Daddy, try it and see if it's delicious."

"fragrant!"

Rong Dashan was very satisfied. Although the fish had become a little soft after being covered for too long and was not as crispy, it was still very fragrant.

"I left one for my grandparents and my mother."

Erya and Sanya were extremely envious, but they also had good things. They could only eat fried peanuts during the Chinese New Year. Each of them got a big handful and filled their pockets.

"Dad, you eat fried peanuts, they are delicious."

"Dad, you eat mine too."

The girls vied with each other to feed the baby, and the others were envious, thinking that having many girls in the family was not such a bad thing.

Rong Dashan was confused and happy all the way until he returned to his old house. His mother said with a cold face, "Dashan, what's wrong with you? It's been a few days, and you haven't told Prince Tang about letting Erhe go to work?"

Rong Dashan felt as if a basin of cold water was poured over his head. He glanced over and saw Erhe looking at him through the crack in the door.

"Mom, everything has just started and we're not sure about the situation yet. We don't need so many people."

The third wife glared at him and said, "Nonsense. We brought in a large truckload of wine early this morning and sold it all. Business is booming. I think you just don't want to speak up for your brother."

The Third Master came out of the upper room and cursed, "What nonsense are you talking about, old woman? Is that something Dashan can decide? Even if he can, with so many families in the village, we can't have all the good things happen to our family. Lao Liu, Lao Ba, Da Jiang and I have already agreed that if there are more people needed, each family must guarantee to send one person, without favoritism. We are all surnamed Rong, and our family is no closer than anyone else's."

The third wife was furious. "One person from each family will go. Didn't Daya already become a maid? Dashan and Erhe are both your biological children. Why haven't I heard you say a word for the second child?"

The Third Master's face turned pale with anger. "What do you mean by being a maid? Don't talk nonsense. Being a maid means selling yourself into slavery. What Daya is doing is at most working for a fellow tribesman, being hired. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, you're ruining the reputation of the prince."

He wanted to talk about Erhe's matter, but he was afraid that if he shouted in the yard, the brothers would become estranged and the neighbors on the east and west sides would laugh at him.

"Old woman, come with me into the house and don't embarrass yourself."

He teaches his son in front of others but talks about his wife behind her back. This old woman really needs to sort out her confused mind.

Zhou approached hesitantly, "Dad, dinner is ready. When can we call mom and dad to eat?"

Rong Dashan felt bored and didn't want to eat anymore. "I'm not hungry. I'm going to sleep first. You guys eat."

Since the head of the household didn't want to eat, Zhou had no appetite either. She led the three maids into her house with her head hung down.

Erya and Sanya took out all the fried peanuts from their pockets and piled them on the small table. "Mom, you eat."

Erya took out another two cents and was about to hand it to Zhou, but Sanya stopped her, winking and shaking her head.

The atmosphere in Third Master's house was depressing that night, and no one except Rong Xiaobao had dinner.

The next day, the compound opened its doors, and those who needed to work went to work. Rong An and Rong Dashan went out to find a market. This time, they didn't bring much, just recommendations. If anyone wanted something, they could come back and buy it.

As soon as the sun came out, the spring grass turned over the flower spikes that were hung out to dry yesterday. It was hot, and they were already half dry. It was just that Erya and the others brought them in late, so there was not much change after hanging them up.

She told Tongqian to take good care of the flat basket and took Daya to the town. This time, without the interference of the Yang family, the journey went smoothly and they returned in less than an hour.

"Master."

Rong Tang was practicing boxing in an open space. His moves had no pattern or pattern, and were untraceable, yet they carried a clean and sharp killing power. Even Rong Zhan, who claimed to be the best martial artist among the group, felt that he could not withstand his master's moves, and was confused after a hundred rounds of fighting.

Hearing Chuncao's shout, Rongtang stopped and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief from the basin of water held by Tongqian.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Chuncao's eyes lit up. "Master, we passed by our wine shop, but the door was still locked. Yang Lianye hadn't been released. I heard from the people in town that his wife wanted to use the family money to bribe him, but it was stolen at some point, and she went to the capital to file a complaint yesterday afternoon. The wine shop was closed, and some people who wanted to buy wine were wandering outside the shop. I also saw Shopkeeper Lu. I heard that Shopkeeper Lu was no longer selling the winery, saying that he wanted to revive the glory of his ancestors. I was thinking, could I take this opportunity to sell our wine outside the shop on the street?"

"It's an opportunity."

Rong Tang certainly had other ideas. As the actual owner of the shop, he was forced to sell his goods on the street outside his door. When the rumor got back to the capital, the rumor that Jin Shizhao was forcing his legitimate son would stir up new heat and traffic, and the main point would be that the Minister's Mansion would always be in the center of controversy.

"Who's going?"

This time, we need to find someone who is brave enough, because we are not sure whether the Yang family will ruin the business.

When Rong Dazhu and Wang Youcai heard that they were going to set up a stall in front of the liquor store, they were scared at first. According to common sense, their stalls would definitely be smashed, right?

Tongqian took two steps forward, swaying, "Master, I'll go."

Rong Tang believed that Tongqian was brave. He had no one to rely on in the Northern Dynasty and was completely dependent on him. He was so loyal that he didn't hesitate to confront Jin Shizhao.

Rong Dazhu and Wang Youcai felt extremely ashamed. They had agreed not to get involved with the people in the trading compound. Now was the time when they needed people, but they were acting cowardly instead.

"We'll go too."

Isn't it just smashing and looting? If we call a few more people, we may not lose to the Yang family.

Rong Tang said, "No need to call more people. If Yang wants to smash it, let him do it. It's a perfect way to sell it all at once."

Rong Dazhu and Wang Youcai knew that this was a plan to blackmail the Yang family, so they were ready to fight.

Before the three of them left, Tongqian whispered a few words stealthily, leaving the two of them stunned.

This time, they used the courtyard's horse-drawn carriage to pull a large cart, weighing over 500 kilograms. Rong Tang was afraid that others would suffer losses, so he asked Rong Zhan to scout the battlefield, only protecting the people and not the wine jars.

Back at the front, Chuncao and Daya continued to make the koji. This time, there were enough auxiliary materials. They made a little bit of almost every recipe that Rong Tang remembered, placed it in a room, and marked it.

After making the sweet wine koji, I tried the white wine koji. The ratio of this koji is completely different from that of the sweet wine koji. Some use spicy liao grass, and some do not. In short, I made five or six kinds in total, put them aside, and kept a record.

This work took the whole day, and the house was filled with flat baskets.

Chuncao wiped the sweat off her face and asked, "Master, is this enough? When will it be healed?"

"If the temperature is suitable, two or three days!"

Rong Tang was also very tired. He walked out of the house and found that the sun was setting and another day was almost over.

Rong Qianqi and Rong Wanli were distilling wine for Rong Dazhu and Wang Youcai. Originally, they were supposed to help them make the bed, but later the two went to the town to sell wine. They didn't dare to do it themselves for fear of making a fool of themselves, so they continued to make wine. At dusk, the raw materials were gone.

They moved the new wine into the warehouse. Rong Wanli counted it and felt something was wrong.

"Master, come and take a look, is there anything wrong?"

Rong Wanli pointed at the wine jars and said, "When Rong An and the others left this morning, I saw that they took away three jars, leaving thirty. Tongqian took away twenty-six jars, so there should be four left. We didn't come in that afternoon, and now we're out of raw materials, so we brought the last seventeen jars here. There should be twenty-one jars. But look at us now."