Shipin Dalizheng

He said carefully, "My family can still hold on. We don't need these hundred pounds of sorghum. Li Pozi's family and Dahanzi from the seventh room are all having a hard time. Look at this. Isn't it going to take a month or so to harvest the sorghum this season and then the land?"

Rong Tang said to Chuncao, "We will provide these families with 100 kilograms of sorghum per mu of land, and the Eighth Master's share must not be less."

With the growth and sparseness of the fruit, the Eighth Master didn't dare to think he could harvest 100 kilograms. He said, "I really can't wait any longer. Let's just leave it at that. This little bit of ours can be considered an investment in the winery. It's hard to decide for the other two families, so let's just give it to him."

After the Eighth Master settled the matter, he left. Then it was the Third Master's turn. He pulled Daya over and asked her to kneel down.

Rong Tang quickly moved aside. He was of high status but youngest generation, so he couldn't accept Daya's courtesy.

"Third Master, what are you doing? You'll shorten your life."

"Prince Tang, you can bear it."

The Third Master had a complicated expression. "You taught Daya how to make wine yeast. That's a skill that can be passed down from generation to generation. She, a little girl, received such a benefit. It makes our whole family panic. Last night, I discussed with her father and decided to sell Daya to you."

"Don't do that. Third Master, according to the laws of our Great Yue, we can't buy relatives as slaves. Besides, Daya has already said that she is going to her husband's family. It would be embarrassing to sell her body."

"No, we can't do this." The Third Master didn't know what to say for a moment. "The risk is too great. If this girl can't keep the secret and someone outside gets the secret recipe, it won't just be you, the prince, who will suffer, but the whole village. We must put a rope around her to keep her mouth shut."

"Third Master said that, don't you still trust your granddaughter's character?"

The Third Master still shook his head. He didn't dare to say it. He believed in his granddaughter's character, but he didn't trust his wife, or even himself. Just last night, his wife had told him countless times that Daya should teach Erhe and his wife the composing techniques. If the village workshops were to disband in the future, they could open a distillery. After all, the elder brother was good at distilling liquor, so wouldn't it be better for the two brothers to work together than to join forces with the villagers?

The Third Master shamefully discovered that he was tempted, and with all his strength he exerted, he took the initiative to ask Rong Tang to find a way to bind Daya's mouth, thus detaining both Daya and himself.

Rong Tang seemed to understand their uneasiness and lack of confidence, so he said, "Well, there's no need to trade indentures. Daya, just sign a labor contract. You'll work for me for five years."

Nowadays, girls can get married after they reach the age of fifteen, but it is not too late to get married at the age of seventeen, and it is not a delay.

"Even if you marry, you must not reveal the recipe for the koji to anyone, even to your in-laws. If you break your promise, I will punish you... I will punish you by cutting off your husband's hands and feet, and your parents will also have to pay a hundred taels of silver."

This deed is quite unique, and both the Third Master and Daya were a little surprised.

But Rong Tang was certain that Daya would not disobey. Whether it was the safety of her husband or the compensation from her parents, it was a responsibility she could not bear.

After signing the contract, Rong Tang clearly felt that Daya was relieved. While the Third Master was relieved, he also felt a little disappointed.

Finally, no matter how awkward it was, his heart was at peace. The Third Master took the deed home and was able to sleep well.

After seeing off the Third Master, Daya was finally able to focus on her work.

"Master, we're picking Polygonum multiflorum flowers, and most people have seen it. I'm afraid this wine yeast recipe won't be kept secret for a few more years."

Rong Tang knew, of course, but a recipe wasn't enough just to know the ingredients; there were also the proportions. Just that alone would be enough for someone to try a hundred or eighty times. He just needed to capture the market and stabilize sales during this period.

"This recipe was originally intended as her dowry, but I won't reveal it for now."

"alright."

Chuncao giggled, "What dowry will the young master give me?"

Rong Tang smiled and wrote the three words "Rong Jinji" on the paper.

Chuncao picked it up and looked at it. "What is this?"

"It's the signboard of our workshop. From now on, no matter what kind of business we do, it will be called Rong Jin Ji. And you, girl, are the boss of Rong Jin Ji."

Chuncao didn't know at that time that many years later, Rongjinji would be under her name and she would become a wealthy woman.

"The young master knows how to coax Chuncao to eat sweetly." After Chuncao said this, she called Daya to go pick flower ears together.

Rong Tang laughed and looked at Chuncao's back. In his memory, Chuncao was born in August, and in less than two months, she would be of age.

"Aunt Dahu."

Aunt Dahu came out of the kitchen and wiped her hands on her apron. "Prince Tang, what's the matter?"

"What do girls do when they come of age here?"

Aunt Dahu laughed out loud, "What else can a poor family do? Just do it the same as usual! Those who value the girl will buy her new clothes and eat good food, while those who don't will not even remember when the girl's birthday is."

"Isn't there also the idea of ​​inserting a hairpin?"

"Poor families can't afford hairpins. At most, they can have a wooden hairpin. Those who can afford a silver hairpin are the most extraordinary."

Aunt Dahu laughed and joked, "Who wants to celebrate her marriage? Is it... Chuncao girl?"

Aunt Dahu was surprised. There were only two girls in the compound, and Daya was only twelve. The only one who really wanted to reach the age of marriage was probably Chuncao.

She couldn't help but become serious. "A middle-class family would buy new clothes and jewelry for their daughter, set up two tables of wine, and invite relatives to celebrate. When Chuncao reaches the age of marriage, I will prepare a feast for her."

In her opinion, as a girl, she could at most set up two tables in the yard and have everyone have fun. It was not worth inviting the whole village to the banquet.

"Why do I see girls in the capital wearing a specific floral dress that doesn't fall to the ground?"

"Oh my god!"

Aunt Dahu was shocked. "That's a treatment only given to the daughters of wealthy families. I heard that just that one skirt took several embroiderers several months to embroider, and it's worth tens to hundreds of taels. No one in our village can make it. Besides, if you wear that skirt, don't you have to wear a gold hairpin?"

In her opinion, a gold hairpin is a very precious piece of jewelry.

Rong Tang saw that Aunt Da Hu was indeed shallow in her knowledge, so he let her go and called Rong Zhan over. "Go into the city and ask what you need to know. Also, ask about the letter sent to Jiangnan. It's not forced. If you pass by the embroidery workshop, ask how much it would cost to make a long-lasting floral skirt and whether it can be made quickly."

Rong Zhan received the order and rode to the capital, still wondering in his heart, could it be that the master has had enough of being a man and wants to wear a skirt and change back to female makeup?

After explaining these things, Rong Tang asked Rong Shen to go to the wine room to replace someone, who happened to be Rong Dashan.

Rong Dashan rubbed his hands nervously. It was a good thing that his daughter was valued by Rong Tang, but it ended up putting a lot of pressure on the whole family.

Or maybe they are the only ones who are under so much pressure.

"Prince Tang, what do you want me to do?"

"Make a few tools, made of wood, very simple."

In fact, metal is better, stronger and more beautiful, but since it is just for experimentation, just make do with it for now.

In fact, it is a mold for squeezing sorghum stalks. It is a cylindrical barrel with a few holes drilled at the bottom. The sorghum stalks are peeled and cut into finger-sized pieces and put into the mold. A cylindrical pestle is used to squeeze it from above, and the juice flows out from the small holes at the bottom.

In order to save effort, the wooden pestle that presses down uses the principle of leverage, which is similar to the water pressure well in the rural areas in the previous life. It has three wooden legs to support it, and a basin or wooden barrel can be placed in the middle.