Chapter 57: Rural routine

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Jiuye's family invited several shochu workers and was busy in the yard. As soon as Wang Ping entered the door of his house, someone called out.
"Erbao, why are you here? Do you want to drink alcohol?"
"Two silly, a real man can drink alcohol, you can't, don't waste good wine, haha, just like you, drinking gugu wine is wasteful."
"I heard that your home watermelon has sold money and got two wild boars. Recently, it has drifted a bit and dared to come to drink alcohol. Jiuye ’s wine is made from real grain. You do n’t have enough money to bring it. Do n’t come here to be humiliating. "
Wang Ping frowned and became more and more uncomfortable with the malicious mockery of others. He stood at the door and said: "It's all in a village. Don't be fooled. What kind of wine do I drink? Can you guess? Jiuye, let me get it liqueur."
In the last sentence, Wang Ping'an shouted, "shake" wine, not "beat" wine, the difference between the two is very big.
Others regarded him as a fool, but Wang Ping'an was no longer a fool. Hearing something particularly harsh, it was necessary to fight back.
A group of brewers who wanted to make fun of him laughed a few times, not knowing how to talk.
Because the present Wang Ping is very different from the two fools in their impression.
At this time, Jiuye just came out of the house and saw Wang Ping'an, laughing: "Haha, you kid, can't really owe you something. Yesterday, I said casually that you really took it. Come, let's take a step speak."
Nine Lord said, please bring Wang Ping to the house.
Wang Ping'an was ignorant, and was pulled into the house by Jiuye, not sure what he meant.
"Erbao, yesterday you helped grandpa drive away the winter silly. Grandpa was very happy and said that he gave you ten pounds of wine, absolutely unambiguous. You see, there is a pile of wine in this room, whatever you choose, which one is delicious? , Infuse ten pounds directly to take away. "
Jiuye was amiable, took Wang Ping's hand, pointed to the wine jar in the room, and said very boldly.
"..." Wang Ping'an wondered, and felt that the routine was wrong. How could this be like Uncle Huozi, let yourself taste wine?
Undoubtedly, Uncle Huozi bet on the issue of losing wine, so he didn't dare to tell Jiuye, so the father and the son have a routine and want to use alcohol knowledge to avoid losses?
Wuliang Daqu has been aged for ten years at 80-90 yuan per catty. If Wang Ping chose other cheap wines, the price difference would be large.
Jiuye thinks it's not distressing, such as Baogu Liquor, which costs eight yuan and one catty.
But ten years of Wuliang Daqu was poured out by him, it must be so distressing that he could not eat for a few days.
"Haha, are you stunned? Jiuye is interesting to you? Come and come, choose it quickly, and I will go to Jishang to deliver wine later. Recently, people in the city like my wine very much, often specializing. Go to the town wine shop and buy my fine wine. "
"Thank you Jiuye, all the wines are really random choices?" Wang Ping made a big circle and drew the entire house.
"Yes, even if the wine is being brewed, you can take a plastic bucket to pick it up." Jiu Ye said with pride.
Wang Ping'an nodded, indicating that he knew.
This time, instead of opening the wine jars one by one, he ran directly to the innermost corner and opened the small jars. The seals on them were covered with dust and traces of history.
"Five years? Six years? Eight years? Ten years? Twelve years?"
From the corner, Wang Ping'an opened the twelve-year-old wine jar. Through the light, he could see the jar. The color was already golden, and the fragrance was strong, and it was tangy.
This jar contains about one hundred catties, and the seal is very tight. It should be deliberately stored by Jiuye, and it has not been consumed so far.
"I chose this jar and gave me a ten-pound plastic bucket. I want to hold this." Wang Ping's face was honest and he chose this jar of wine with peace of mind.
"You, you really can choose ... this is my base wine ... 12 years of base wine!"
Jiuye was so distressed that his mouth twitched, but the man in Huaxi Town spitted and pitted one by one.
Even if tricks and routines have been used in the past, but after others have chosen, they can no longer be relied upon.
Wang Ping installed silly and stupefied: "What is base wine, I think it tastes pretty good, smells fragrant, and I do n’t know how to drink it, or should I drink a few sips?"
"You, you, you don't have to taste it, I'll bring you a ladle and pour the bar directly into the barrel." Jiuye was very heartbroken, but he started wrong and now suffers a loss, even dare not to the workers outside Preach.
"Okay, I listen to Jiuye, what you say is what you do." Wang Ping's clever look, he stood on his side.
"I, I said ... I don't want to say anything." Jiuye was so upset that his white beard turned upright. He picked up the wine ladle and filled a large plastic bucket with wine.
Plastic wine barrels are transparent, like mineral water bottles, you can see the golden color of the twelve-year base wine, which is better than the ten-year aging that Wang Pingping won last time.
"Thank you Jiuye, I'm gone. I'll say hello to me." Wang Ping smiled, carrying the wine barrel and striding out of the house.
"..." Jiuye didn't want to say hello anymore, even if Winter Silly grabbed my tricycle, I wouldn't ask you for help.
When the brewer in the yard saw Wang Ping's propose a barrel of golden wine, his eyes were almost staring out. This level of wine was usually used by Jiuye as a lifeblood. Now he actually hit Wang Ping a barrel?
Thinking of the ridicule just now, I was so embarrassed that I couldn't speak. I always felt something was wrong.
This two silly, changed.
When Wang Ping'an walked out of the courtyard of Jiuye's house, he was thinking, if Jiuye didn't play the routine, just give ten pounds of ordinary wine.
But Jiuye, like Uncle Huozi the day before yesterday, wanted to borrow a wealth of winemaking knowledge. When playing around with himself, Wang Ping'an was a little annoyed. He directly found the best wine and took it away.
"The routines in the countryside are also deep." Wang Ping'an said with emotion.
But think about it for a long time. In addition to the little cunning of the peasant, Jiuye actually has a good temperament.
It was just the wrong way of thinking in the process of giving away.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the village, Wang Ping's cell phone rang, and after it was connected, Ouyang Keke's voice came from inside.
"Wang Ping'an, are you free today? I think of your village live broadcast, can you guide me?"
Cola, the food anchor, called Wang Ping.
"Uh, today ... should be free, then come here."
For the benefactor, Wang Ping'an has never been ambiguous, even if Cokeer only said a few good words for his watermelon in the live broadcast room, took a small video and spread it on WeChat.
However, this has indeed brought great changes to Wang Ping's watermelon sales. This relationship must be paid back.
Ouyang Keke continued: "Also, the photos of your camouflage clothes sent by your WeChat circle of friends are so handsome. Can you still wear this one today? You need to come forward during the live broadcast and say a few words to my audience ,May I?"
"..." What are these things, is this the rhythm that makes me pay?