Siheyuan: This driver is too arrogant

Chapter 221 Let's teach drinking at home! (seeking subscription)
"Comrade Liu, where did you get so much sorghum?"

When Bai Jiangong saw sorghum, it was like seeing his own mother. He grabbed a handful of sorghum grains, stuffed them into his mouth, bit them and spit them out, "Chen Hualiang!"

"Well, this is the aged sorghum I got from the Beijing Grain Station. I thought about sending it to Changbai Mountain. The commune over there set up a brewery and asked me to deliver the raw materials to them." Liu Weidong said lightly, and Bai Jiangong rolled his eyes , "Comrade Liu, can you get aged grain? Can you leave us two thousand catties, I want to feed the cow well and grow fat."

"Okay!" Liu Weidong did some calculations, and after deducting two thousand catties, there was still four thousand catties left, which was enough for Fourth Uncle and the others to make wine.

Ten big sacks were unloaded from the car. Bai Jiangong took a large basket, filled it full, and carried it to the side of the cow trough with all his strength and poured it in. The cows saw the pure grain, They all rushed over wagging their tails, bowed their heads and ate happily.

"You can't feed like this!"

Liu Weidong was taken aback when he saw it!
This Bai Jiangong really knows how to mess around!
How can there be such a cow feeder!
"Pure grains are not easy to chew. If they all accumulate in the rumen and cannot be chewed up, the cow will die!"

Liu Weidong coaxed the cattle to disperse, and put all the sorghum into the basket again, "It needs to be mixed with fodder!"

Bai Jiangong watched him handle the sorghum with a blushing face, feeling that he was so useless that he couldn't even feed a cow...

"Weidong is here!" Aunt Ayisi came back carrying a large bundle of fresh grass. She wiped the sweat from her brow, tore apart the bundles, and threw them into the cow trough one by one.

The cows mooed and swarmed over, eating the fresh grass with big mouthfuls.

Only then did Liu Weidong lift the basket and sprinkle the sorghum on the fresh grass.

"So much food, are you taking it to make wine?"

During lunch, Batu, Bayar, Mo Rigen and the others felt a little pity when they heard Liu Weidong say that they would send all the four thousand catties of sorghum to Changbai Mountain for winemaking.

"People don't have enough to eat these days, and they still make wine..." Batu the horseman sighed, "I heard from Director Chen that we sent all the food we saved to the south, and they took our food there. Pad the wheels..."

"Nowadays people can't have enough to eat, and they still use so much grain to make wine..." Everyone has quite different opinions on the source and use of these aged grains.

"Although these sorghums are grain, they have been stored in the warehouse for a long time. They must not be imported. They can only be used as fodder or wine." Liu Weidong patiently explained to them what the old grain is. What is good for the body is harmful!
Only after hearing this did everyone realize that the co-author Chen Hualiang is not Chen Liang, the two are completely different!It cannot be eaten as food!
"Then Weidong, is the wine you make delicious? Did you bring some for us to taste?" Mentioning the wine, these prairie men salivated involuntarily.

"Wait!" Liu Weidong laughed, got up and got out of the yurt, went to the cab to fetch a plastic barrel of white wine prepared in advance, carried it into the yurt, and poured a glass for everyone.

"This is sixty-degree spirits, everyone, take it easy, don't get drunk and make fun of me!" Liu Weidong laughed.

"It's only sixty degrees!" Mo Zhigen curled his lips, "During the counterattack, I went to the Northeast with the old prince, and I competed with the old Maozi. The wine of those guys is called Fushazijia, and the taste... It's like alcohol, drink it in one gulp, and it will burn from your throat to your stomach!"

"Haha, uncle, you are drinking vodka!"

"That's right, it's vodka. I found out later that the wine is ninety degrees..."

Everyone laughed, and Mo Zhigen picked up the bowl, smelled the shochu brought from the distant Changbai Mountain, and grinned, "There is still a scent!"

"This is wine made from authentic mountain spring water, everyone, hurry up and try it!"

Liu Weidong raised his wine bowl and greeted him attentively.

Everyone also raised their hands one after another, took a sip and smacked the wine, feeling that the wine seemed to be...

There is a burning feeling!
After savoring it carefully, there is a slight aftertaste, and there is still a faint sweetness, not the sweetness of sugar, but the taste of water, just like the water from the sweet well in the prince's mansion, lingering and sweet , like a flowing spring, jumping and galloping on the tip of the tongue...

"Weidong, your wine is pretty good, but the time is too short. If you put it in the soil and bury it for three to five years, and consume the fire inside, it will be much better!"

Mo Zhigen, a senior wine tasting expert, drank the wine in the bowl, wiped his mouth, and gave a fair evaluation.

Liu Weidong nodded again and again, and Mr. Di, Xing Liwen and others also said the same.

Each person poured another bowl, and when the plastic bucket was full, the wine would be drained. Mongolians can really drink it. On average, each person drinks two bowls of [-]-degree white wine. His face does not blush and his heart beats, just like drinking water. Same!
In this regard, Liu Weidong feels ashamed.

"Weidong, you bring good wine and don't leave me a bowl, you are not enough friends!" Boyan rode to the Huangcaoling Tribe, and when he saw that everyone had just finished the wine tasting party, he complained.

"Haha, I'm sorry Uncle Boyan, next time, I'll bring you a few more bottles next time!" Liu Weidong apologized in a row, Boyan then laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "Guess what I'm doing here, I'm here Ask our little veterinarian to deliver the cows!"

Little veterinarian?
Zheng Tong stood up, "Uncle Boyan, your prairie red bull is about to give birth!"

"Yes, yes, it's only two days if you count the days, let's go, Comrade Zheng has a hard time going!"

"Nothing!"

Zheng Tong ran outside the yurt, pursed his mouth and whistled, a green horse ran over, Zheng Tong got on the horse, waved at Liu Weidong, "Brother Dong, I'll go first!"

"Go!" Liu Weidong smiled and waved his hands, good boy, he has become the main force of the grassland breeding industry so soon!

"Zheng Tong, don't look like he wears glasses, he is gentle, but he has great skills!" Mo Zhigen looked at the two people who were going away, and said with emotion, "Now he has delivered more than 30 cows for us, and there is not a single one. Damn, you made the milk powder purchase station so good again..."

"Zheng Tong is the talent sent by my son-in-law to benefit our grassland!" Batu raised his thumb, and everyone praised him!

With Zheng Tong, he can help us do a lot of good things!

"well enough!"

Looking at Zheng Tong's thin back, Liu Weidong nodded secretly, good boy, you really lived up to my expectations of you!Instead of being trapped in a small personal circle of self-pity and depression, I chose to face up to difficulties and use my youth and sweat to compose a song of life on the grassland!
Good job Zheng Tong!
By the lake, Little Gege is holding a bowl, enjoying the scenery while slowly drinking the wine made by her husband.

"Bold thief, how dare you steal a drink!" Liu Weidong came over, sat beside her, and teased her. Little Gege blushed and begged, "Brother, just have a drink!"

"Hey, my family teaches music, and our family teaches drinking. It seems that our little brat will be a little alcoholic in the future!" Liu Weidong touched his wife's stomach anxiously, and was patted by Xiao Gege, "The hairy paw is not Be honest, it's a joke to be seen!"

"Brother, look, how beautiful the scenery by the lake is!"

Little Gege leaned on Liu Weidong's shoulders, admiring quietly. On the small Red Star Lake, beautiful white swans lead the newly hatched yellow and tender swans in a line, wandering slowly in the water, a group of wild ducks quacking After queuing up to get into the water, one suddenly dived into the water, and when he poked his head out again, it was already ten meters away.

Quails, sand chickens, ruddy shelducks, larks, squirrels... Countless birds set up their nests in the grass on the other side of the lake, and the melodious calls of birds came out one after another, and the geese descended one after another. , resting in the grass and drinking water...

The small Red Star Lake has become a paradise for many creatures on the grassland.

"That bull seems to be the one that Bai Jiangong asked for from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences in the provincial capital." Liu Weidong's gaze was locked in the distance. Fight over the herd of cows.

"It seems to be." Little Gege stood up and yelled loudly. Hearing the order, Ao Qier ran between the two cows, grinned his teeth, and ordered them to eat grass and not fight!

The shepherd dog came to disrupt the situation, and the two bulls took a step back resentfully, wagging their tails and returning to the grass, lowering their heads to eat the fresh grass.

"Wang Wang!"

Aoqier rushed over like a black whirlwind, screaming around Little Gege, his tail wagging like a windmill!
The master is back!
I want to die, woof woof!
"You little naughty!" Little Gege hurriedly dodged behind Liu Weidong to avoid the over-enthusiastic Gouzi.

"Wang!"

Ao Qier hugged Liu Weidong's arm, barking, so excited...

Liu Weidong took a lot of effort to calm down the over-excited Gouzi, and Ao Qier obediently followed the two of them, walking from the lake to the animal husbandry product purchase station in the distance.

The closer you are to the purchasing station, the stronger the smell of milk powder. In the milk powder processing point, Guo Hongxia and Zhao Fengqin are boiling milk in a sandwich pot with sweat profusely. On the stone mill next to them, lumps of milk powder are being ground , sieved, and put into small bags.

Now this small manual workshop can produce more than 30 catties of milk powder every day!
"Brother Wei Dong, you're here!" Zhao Fengqin greeted them with a smile when she saw the couple coming in, but she didn't stop working.

"Well, are you tired?" Liu Weidong asked, Zhao Fengqin smiled, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms, "Why are you tired, you're not tired at all!"

Wow!

Little Gege saw little stars in his eyes!

Take a look at her, a proper iron girl!
A whole body of tendon meat!

"Brother Wei Dong, when did you come back?" Guo Hongxia also came over with a dustpan of milk cubes and greeted him.

"I just came back, let me see what equipment I need to buy..."

Liu Weidong also picked up a large shovel and stirred the milk that had been boiled as thick as porridge to prevent it from sticking to the bottom.

"Anyway, there is no equipment, so there is no need to add equipment!" Guo Hongxia pointed to the ashes-eating generator and laughed.

Also!

Liu Weidong smiled awkwardly. It is true that as they said, this so-called generator is not as powerful as the old scalper!
"This is the money from selling milk powder last time."

After leaving the workshop, Liu Weidong found Mo Zhigen and handed him a bill and a wad of money. Uncle Mo Zhigen didn't even look at it, and put the bill and money into the Mongolian robe directly, "We can rest assured that the forehead is doing business! I'll send the money to everyone later!"

"Ok!"

Liu Weidong suddenly remembered something, "Uncle, is it the cattle and horse market again tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes!" Mo Zhigen replied, "Weidong, let me tell you, there are a lot of people in the cattle and horse market now, but so many cattle and sheep came all at once, and they ate a lot of our grass!"

Mentioning this, Mo Zhigen felt a little distressed!
"Cow and horse market..." Liu Weidong twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile!
The opportunity is coming!

(End of this chapter)