Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 670 The Huzi's Surprise

"Humph!"

Qing Luo spat out the grape skin, Rong Cheng hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it, flattered happily, "How can a fairy have no sense of taste, it must be me, yes, I have no sense of taste!"

"Are you disgusting?" Qing Luo rolled her eyes, "If Gui Xiang sees you like this, let's see if she is still willing to marry you."

Rong Cheng rolled up his sleeves, showing his strong muscles, and said with a sly smile: "Even if we are married, it is my bounden duty to serve fairies."

Qing Luo was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, and ordered: "Someone bring all the grapes in."

Rongcheng waved to several workers, followed behind Qingluo, and asked, "Why do you want these sour and astringent grapes?"

"What is your wine shop for?"

"Brewing!"

"It's over!"

"What's the result?" Rong Cheng rubbed his forehead with a look of confusion and admiration, "Fairy, I haven't seen you for a while, and you are becoming more and more unpredictable. My admiration for you is like that of the river..."

Qingluo got impatient, she grabbed a bunch of grapes and stuffed them into his mouth: "Why are you talking like that? Even eating can't stop your mouth!"

Rong Cheng opened his mouth with a grape in his mouth, dumbfounded.

"Bah, bah, bah!" He reacted, spit out the grapes quickly, and complained, "Don't look at me as a rough person, but I also have high requirements for food!"

Rongji's private kitchen dishes of the Rong family are very famous in Kyoto. As the only successor of Rongji's private kitchen dishes, Rong Cheng is indeed qualified to say so.

"High requirements?" Qing Luo sneered, "There are so many delicacies in the world, have you tried them all?"

Rongcheng laughed: "I dare not say all of them, but as long as you can name them, I have eaten them."

"Don't talk about anything else," Qingluo held a grape in her hand, tossed it up and down for fun, and said with a smile, "Wine, have you ever drank it?"

"wine?"

Rongcheng was very surprised, "Can grapes also make wine?"

"It seems that you haven't had a drink?"

"Don't talk about drinking, I haven't even heard of it..." Rong Cheng imagined for a long time, shook his head and said, "Is the wine made from grapes drinkable? What kind of strange smell is that... Or can you get some sweet grapes?" , at least it’s sweet, it’s better than sour and astringent, the skin is so thick, it takes a lot of effort just to peel it off..."

"Idiot, if the skin is removed, the wine will not be able to be brewed." Qingluo walked into the winery, took out a folded paper and handed it to him, "Recipe for making wine, take it."

Surprised and delighted, Rongcheng quickly took the list, and while quickly browsing, he said: "My lord, you are so generous. I have never heard of this prescription. It can be seen that it is a rare item. How dare you take it so casually?" Out."

At this time, it was still an era of family traditions and secrets. For example, the ancestral skills of the Rongcheng family, such as the medical skills of the Mei family, would never be passed on to the outside world except for their own direct descendants.

Only Qingluo didn't have these stubborn ideas, no matter what medical skills or wine making recipes, she took them out at will, and didn't tell Rongcheng to keep them secret.

This made Rongcheng feel very surprised and admired.

What secret recipe do most people have that they don't keep tightly in their hands?
She seemed to want more people to know.

"My lord, the person who delivered the barrels outside is here—" Huang Butou shouted from the door.

Qingluo: "It's just in time, let them carry it in."

Two men unloaded the half-person-high copper hoop wooden barrels from the bullock cart and carried them in one by one.

Rongcheng walked around the wooden barrels and asked curiously, "What are these wooden barrels for?"

"Wine making." Qingluo said casually, "I wrote it very clearly on the prescription, take it back and study it carefully. Grapes have a picking period, so stop making baijiu during this period and concentrate on making wine."

Rongcheng agreed, looked at Fangzi again, and said, "According to the number of grapes sent by Zhangwan Village and Liwan Village every day, I'm afraid my manpower is far from enough. By that time, the grapes won't be processed in time. What if they rot? manage?"

"This is also a problem," Qing Luo pondered, "How about this, I'll go back and get some people over here, and you should make arrangements with the people here first, so don't delay."

"Don't worry, it's all bought with real money, can I delay?" Seeing that Rong Cheng is unreliable, he is really good at doing things, Qing Luo is very relieved.

After all, he was once an adjutant under the general.

It's a shame to come here.

After exhorting some precautions, Qing Luo left Qili Village and headed directly to Beiqiao Village.

When passing by the academy, she hesitated for a moment, whether to get off the car and let the monkey go to the place where the victims lived.

From a distance, she saw Huzi standing at the head of the field, wiping his sweat with a sweat towel.

"Brother Huzi—" She jumped off the carriage and waved to Huzi.

When Huzi turned around and saw her, he was overjoyed and hurried up to greet her: "Niu Niu, why are you here? Didn't you go away?"

"I'm back," Qing Luo smiled and looked at Hu Zi.

Huzi was already tall and strong, with beads of sweat on his bronzed skin, he looked very healthy.

Hu Zi was a little embarrassed by her look, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Hey, Niuniu, come here, I left something good for you."

Qingluo asked with interest: "What good stuff?"

"You'll know when you come." Huzi mysteriously led her to a small hill not far from the head of the field, which was surrounded by a fence.

Qingluo went over to look, and there was actually a tree surrounded by the fence, and a dozen or so bowl-sized pomegranates grew on the tree, all of them were bright red and lovely.

"Ah, where did this come from?" Qing Luo was both surprised and delighted.

She has never eaten a pomegranate since she came here.

Hu Zi laughed and said: "I was hunting last time and found it in the mountains. I thought the bright red flowers were very beautiful. I thought you would like them, but I was afraid that they would wither after picking them off, so I moved them here together with the roots. I didn't expect the flowers The child has fallen, and it bears so many fruits."

Qingluo was moved when she heard the words: "Brother Huzi, thank you..."

Whenever Huzi came across any fun stuff, he loved to leave it to her.

Looking at the glowing red pomegranate and the sweaty tiger, Qing Luo seemed to have returned to the old days.

"I don't know if this is edible. I'll pick one for you to see. If you can eat it, pick it all off." Huzi jumped over the fence, twisted a pomegranate from the tree, held it to the green radish, and smiled, "So the skin is so pomegranate." Thick, there is no way to eat it."

"Brother Huzi, haven't you tried it?" Qingluo took out the cold iron dagger she carried with her, peeled off the top layer of skin, then cut four times along the grain, and gently broke it off, revealing the crystals inside. Plump pomegranate seeds.

"Ah, so it's like this inside?" Huzi looked at the pomegranate in Qingluo's hand in amazement, admiring it, and smiled, "Niuniu is so knowledgeable, I wouldn't even know how to eat it."

(End of this chapter)