My village can't be like this

Chapter 393 Selling Wine
Li Weihong poured wine for everyone, and finally poured a glass for himself.

As early as when Li Mingwu opened the wine jar just now, the wine bug in his stomach had already been aroused by the alluring aroma of wine.

At this moment, the wine had been poured into the cup. He first raised the cup and gave a false salute to everyone. After all, as the eldest son of Li Mingwu, he still had this etiquette.

Then he didn't even smell it, but rather impatiently brought it to his mouth and took a sip.

"Just when I smelled the aroma of wine wafting from the jar, I felt that this wine was not ordinary. Now when I drank it in my mouth, I realized that it is indeed extraordinary."

He works in the investment promotion department of the provincial capital. This kind of unit usually has a lot of social activities.

He has been working for so many years and is already used to this.

Qian Province is a major tobacco and alcohol production area in the country, and they have long been accustomed to good tobacco and alcohol.

But today, the jar of local wine that Zhang An brought made his eyes shine.

As we all know, as long as it is white wine, no matter how well it is stored, it cannot change the spicy taste in the wine.

But today's wine is different from other white wines. It is not as spicy and difficult to drink as other white wines.

In addition to the long aftertaste and mellow taste of Ganyi, I actually felt a strong rice aroma.

Zhang An just said that this wine is made from blood rice. It seems that the rice aroma comes from the so-called blood rice.

Although he didn't know what kind of rice the so-called blood rice was, it was easy to tell from the rice aroma in the wine that the blood rice was definitely better than ordinary rice.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to brew such a superb wine from ordinary grains.

Moreover, Li Weihong also discovered that as soon as the wine entered his mouth, the aroma of rice bloomed on the tip of his tongue along with the long and sweet aroma of the wine, and it felt like dancing on the tip of the tongue.

Even though the wine in his mouth has flowed down his throat and into his stomach, the tempting taste still lingers in his mouth for a long time.

And even if the wine reaches the stomach, it seems to be quickly integrated into the digestive system, becoming a ball of warm water and spreading quickly.

He had only experienced this kind of experience once or twice in so many years.

But Li Weihong clearly remembered that the person he was entertaining at that time was a big businessman from next door.

At that time, the big boss entertained their leaders for a series of investment policies that had just been opened up.

Li Weihong herself is also among them, acting as a foil.

The wine I drank at that time was said to be a treasure that had been stored in the cellar for a hundred years, and it had reached the point where the wine had liquefied.

So whether it was the people he received that night or the so-called century-old treasure, Li Weihong remembered it like new.

As a result, after comparing the two today, he found that the bottle of wine Zhang An brought was as good as the bottle of century-old treasure at that time.

Even after tasting it carefully, he felt that it was even more delicious.

He really couldn't believe it. Could it be that Zhang An's wine was also a century-old treasure that could be passed down from generation to generation?
As soon as this idea appeared, he felt a little incredible.

Because Zhang An came here with such a big jar, you must know that the businessman who found them at that time was already worth a lot of money, but he only brought a small bottle, which was not even one-tenth of Zhang An's jar.

According to that person, he accidentally discovered the bottle of Chenjiao when he was traveling around, and finally spent a lot of money to get it into his pocket.

If Zhang An's jar was filled with the so-called century-old wine, he would forget what he drank and wanted to return the rest to others.

After all, such things are worth astronomical prices or even treasures with no market value. How could they just accept them so casually?

"Zhang An, did you make this wine yourself? I can feel that your wine is a little special."

With doubts in mind, Li Weihong couldn't help but ask.

"I brewed it myself, but it is indeed not an ordinary local wine. This wine comes from an ancient recipe given by an elder, so it is considered an ancient wine."

Of course Zhang An knew what was special about what he meant.

Because this jar of wine is not the one he brewed at home.

It is the first batch brewed in the space. Starting from the materials, it is the blood rice and space spring water in the space.

In addition, after the brewing was completed, Zhang An stored it in the cellar in the space.

He just took it out recently, so it's certainly not an ordinary cellar wine.

Others were also curious at first, but after listening to Zhang An's explanation, they suddenly realized what it was like.

Everyone who has drunk this wine says it is good, and the same goes for Li Mingwu's family. Of course, except for Mr. Li Mingwu, he can't touch it after all.

When he heard the conversation between his eldest son, Zhang An, his heart felt like ants crawling, and he was so itchy.

He wanted to secretly taste some, but the old woman next to him was watching him eagerly.

While everyone else was sighing that the wine was good, only Zhang and his party felt that something was not quite right.

He had drunk the batch of wine that Mr. Huang had brewed, and Zhang An also sent him a bottle later.

To this day, he is not willing to finish the bottle of wine, because he wants the water to flow as long as possible, so he drinks it every day.

And when he drank the wine today, he obviously felt that the alcohol content was a little too low. Although it was higher than ordinary white wine, it was probably less than [-] degrees.

Compared with the pot Zhang An gave him last time, the intensity was really far different.

It stands to reason that the more the liquor is stored, the lower its alcohol content will be. However, when it comes to Zhang An, it's the other way around.

But apart from the degree, other aspects are much better than that pot of aged wine.

Although he felt something was wrong, Zhang Yixing did not speak. He wanted to wait until no one was around in private before asking Zhang An.

However, this wine is still good. Regardless of preconceptions, it is indeed a rare wine.

"I see, but Zhang An, since you brewed this wine yourself, do you know if there is any left?"

Once again confirming that the wine was brewed by Zhang An, Li Weihong began to make up his mind.

"There is still a batch in the cellar, but not much is left, because the wine yield rate of that recipe is really too low. Last time I used [-] catties of grain, but I only produced less than [-] catties of clean wine. .”

As soon as these words came out, everyone found it incredible.

After all, according to the current technology, even a small workshop can basically produce fifty or sixty catties of liquor from one hundred kilograms of grain.

But then I thought about it, Zhang An was using an ancient recipe, and it might be brewing using an ancient method. The low wine yield is understandable, after all, the wine is so high-quality.

However, the alcohol yield rate of less than 20.00% is indeed a bit scary.

"Since I still have some leftover, I wonder if I can buy some."

After confirming that Zhang An had extra wine left, Li Weihong asked to buy it on the spot.

As we all know, talking about things in China is basically dominated by alcohol and tobacco.

Everything happens on the wine table. Whether the conversation is good or bad is basically in the wine glass.

They are responsible for attracting investment, and this is also true.

And such a top-quality ancient wine, there is no doubt that it will be a sharp weapon on the wine table.

So if Zhang An still has some left over, he wants to buy a batch, even at a high price.

After all, he is getting older now. If he doesn't work hard now, there will be no hope in a few years and he can only wait to retire.

Just use Zhang An's top-quality wine and talk to a few more entrepreneurs at the wine table, then this political achievement will be improved.

And even if it is not used on the wine table, I believe that the effect of such a treasure is not bad when used as a gift.

"Of course there is no problem, but the price of my wine is relatively expensive. This year's initial price is [-] pounds, which may be difficult for ordinary people to accept."

Li Weihong showed a strong desire to buy, and Zhang An naturally would not refuse to sell.

However, the price must be explained clearly in advance.After all, brothers know how to settle accounts, let alone just acquaintances.

Make it clear in advance now to avoid misunderstandings later.

"This wine is not an ordinary wine. It's five hundred and one catty, worthy of its price. I'll take whatever Zhang An you have."

Upon hearing the price, Li Weihong agreed without saying a word.

Although many people think that [-] pounds is a sky-high price, this price is considered normal for high-quality liquor.

You must know that the ex-factory price of Maotai, which just left the factory two years ago, is already close to [-].

In comparison, although Zhang An's wine was more than twice as expensive, Li Weihong could completely accept it.

After all, he felt that this thing was much better than the ones they distributed during the New Year.

Zhang Jianguo and Wang Fang, who were standing next to them, were completely stunned when Zhang An said it was five hundred and one kilograms.

In their understanding, the price of bulk wine is only one or two yuan per catty at most, and three yuan is no longer affordable for ordinary people.

So they felt that their son was talking nonsense and was talking nonsense.

But then Li Weihong agreed without even a bargaining process.

It makes them feel a little weird.

Originally, they thought the wine was just a whim of their son, something he did on a whim.

I didn’t expect it to be so expensive, and that there were still people buying it.

It seems that I don't have any worries about selling it.

"Brother Wei Hong, although I have some left, I don't plan to sell them all. If you really want to buy it, I'll give you thirty kilograms."

Zhang An didn't want to make a lot of money from this batch of wine, so even if he met a wealthy customer like Li Weihong, he didn't plan to sell out all of them.

He has not forgotten his original intention. Maybe this wine will become Changqing's village wine in the future.

"That's fine. Thirty kilograms is thirty kilograms. But in the future, Zhang An, if you brew some wine, you have to sell some to me."

Li Weihong was a little disappointed when he heard that it was only thirty pounds.

But it's better than nothing, buy it first.

But he didn't just plan to buy it this time, so he smiled and said to Zhang An.

"Then Zhang An, I'll buy thirty catties too."

As soon as Li Weihong finished speaking, their second son Li Weiguo followed closely and spoke to Zhang An.

Although they didn't say it explicitly, the two brothers thought of going together.

Although Li Weiguo is not within the system, he is doing business on his own, and he is also indispensable for socializing with alcohol and tobacco.

So Li Weihong has needs, and so does he.

Next to them, the two daughters-in-law of the Li family had no objection to their men buying wine at high prices.

It can be seen that although they are relatively strong at home, they are not unreasonable.

"Okay, it's already late today. Come and get it together tomorrow."

When business comes to his door, there's no reason why Zhang An shouldn't do it.

In this way, the two brothers of the Li family bought thirty kilograms of blood rice brew with Zhang An.

Wang Fang and Zhang Jianguo have not yet recovered from their shock.

After all, just sixty pounds of liquor was sold for 3 yuan, and it was decided in just a few words.

Su Ying next to her didn't think anything of it. She had never had any idea about money.

I was born in a dual-income family since I was a child, and my conditions are better than those of most people.

So from now on, she just needs to have enough money.

After talking about the serious business, everyone returned to the atmosphere of eating food and chatting.

"I have finally discovered that there is nothing bad here in Zhang An. The vegetables grown are delicious, the fish raised are also delicious, the dogs and eagles raised at home are also very spiritual, and even the wine is top quality. I guess the cherries on the mountain are And Taozi, it’s definitely not bad.”

After coming here a few times, it seems that this is indeed the case, there is nothing bad about Zhang An here.

"You guessed it right. The cherries and peaches I have are really good. Remember to come back and try them later."

Zhang An is not modest about this. Their cherries and peaches are already famous in the neighborhood.

Especially for Cherry, after being pulled out by Lu Cheng, the market response was very enthusiastic.

"Don't worry, my parents live here now, and we will come back often in the future. But when we are away, I would like to ask you to help and take care of it."

With that said, the Li Weihong brothers picked up their wine and walked towards Zhang Anjing.

Li Shuqing and his wife also followed closely behind.

"You don't need to tell me that. Aunt Li Shuluo and I are so close to each other. You can just come to me if you need anything."

Zhang An greeted them back, then waved his hand and said.

Li Mingwu also became happy after hearing Zhang An's words.

Because he was the only one watching when everyone was drinking, so he was always a little depressed.

When the wine was less than thirty years old, Zhang Yixing, Zhang An and the others stopped drinking and started eating the food on the table.

After all, this wine was given to me by Zhang An, so I couldn't drink it all the time.

But don’t mention it, Mrs. Luo’s Sichuan cuisine skills are still online.

These dishes were well prepared and spicy, and Zhang An couldn't stop eating them.

Mrs. Luo was also very happy and kept picking up food for Zhang An.

After finishing their meal, Zhang An and his party declined their family's stay.

After all, Fatty Lu and Xie Wentian were still at home, and they also had to weigh and register the number of plantains for the villagers.

When Mr. Li Mingwu and Mrs. Luo heard that Zhang An had other matters, they did not continue to persuade him to stay.

"Xiao An, why is your wine different from the one you brought me last time? The alcohol content must be much lower."

On the way home, Zhang Yixing expressed the questions in his heart.

"Yes, Xiao An, you promised them sixty pounds of wine today. Isn't the remaining amount at our house not enough?"

Wang Fang from the other party also asked.

She remembered that the last time her family roasted a total of about [-] kilograms of white wine, Zhang An made some medicinal wine later.

Later, I gave some to the elders with good connections in the village. Logically speaking, there are not many left in the family now.

"Actually, the wine I baked last time has been blended by me, so the alcohol content is lower. Otherwise, most people wouldn't be able to drink the puree."

In fact, Zhang An did not use the wine brewed outside for blending, but kept it in the cellar.

The batch he used to blend was the batch brewed in the space, so that even after blending, the quality of the wine would not be affected.

But this sentence can be regarded as answering two questions.

(End of this chapter)