Chapter 149: Kill sheep

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"Wine tasting will not happen, but if you drink too much, you will naturally know how to distinguish between good and bad." Wang Pingping pretended to be a little forced.
"I remember, didn't you not drink?" Xiao Qiang asked doubtfully.
"Don't drink before, but recently started to drink alcohol," Wang Ping explained.
"..." The villager next to me murmured in your heart, are you in a good mood or bad mood?
Just now I said I was in a better mood, and my mind was clearer, but now I am in a bad mood and started drinking?
Nima, if you are mentally ill, you can't believe it.
However, after tasting the sorghum liquor brought by Xiaoqiang, everyone was full of praise. Only people with a little drinking experience can taste it. This is aged wine.
Even Wang Banli exclaimed: "It's really good, clean, full-bodied, full-bodied, and is a rare good wine."
"Haha, how is it? I said that my winemaking skills are not weaker than Jiuye?" Xiaoqiang laughed proudly.
Suddenly Wang Ping said: "Xiaoqiang, if I remember correctly, are you only 19 years old this year? And this sorghum wine has been in the cellar for at least ten years. When you are nine years old, you will make wine?"
Xiaoqiang's complexion changed several times, and he finally gritted his teeth and insisted: "Uh ... this ... are you wrong? This is obviously sorghum wine that has only been in the cellar for two years. I have brewed it myself, will it be wrong?"
Wang Ping'an seemed to have no intentions, raised his thumbs and exclaimed: "It's amazing, it has such a strong aroma of Chen for two years in the cellar. It is indeed a master winemaker. By the way, how much is a pound of this wine?"
"This wine ... if it has been in the cellar for two years ... thirty-one pounds." Xiao Qiang replied guilty.
"How much is this wine? Give me three thousand catties first. I will keep it when I marry my wife." Wang Pingan asked earnestly.
"What? Do you want three thousand pounds? This ... Haha, it's almost sold out, and even one thousand pounds is gone."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoqiang almost scared his to squat. During this time, he didn't see Wang Ping'an. How did he feel that he had become cunning.
This thirty-one pound of wine is only enough for the cost of new wine. If you let Dad know that he has taken his ten-year-old fine wine that he has stored for a low price, he must be angry!
"So how much do you have? How much do I want." Wang Ping'an entered the village just to buy wine. At this time, when he saw cheap good wine, he certainly didn't want to miss it.
"I, I only have five hundred catties ... No, only three hundred catties." Xiao Qiang felt bad, but for the sake of face, he was holding on and could not counsel.
Wang Pingan pouted: "A winemaker who brews his own wine is only three hundred pounds? Well, forget it, three hundred pounds is three hundred pounds. I will buy it for it. Wait for the next batch of sorghum wine of the same quality. Come out, give me a few hundred pounds, I keep it useful. "
"..." Xiaoqiang burst into tears, knowing that he didn't pretend to force it. This business didn't make money at all.
The villager sitting next to him was astonishingly surprised: "Erbao has really made a fortune recently, and it costs 9,000 yuan to buy wine once, which is amazing."
"How can you make a fortune, just earn a little money to buy wine, and the peaches on my acres of land can make a fortune, wouldn't those villagers who contracted a hundred acres of orchards become rich overnight?" Wang Ping'an modestly said.
"Huh, it seems very reasonable! But who seems to have just transferred out the contracted orchard?"
Several villagers fell into self-doubt contemplation. They were thinking about whether to grow fruit or not.
The old principal Wang Banli also said with a smile: "If you still have such a good wine, you can give me dozens of pounds for 30 yuan a catty."
"It's really gone ... other wines are a little bit worse than this, is it okay?" Xiaoqiang was fat and trembling almost out of oil.
"Oh, that's fine." The old headmaster was an open-minded person who didn't care about it. He waved his hand and left.
Wang Pingan took the opportunity to say: "Old principal, since you like it, I will give you twenty kilograms of my wine. Drink it first. If you are done, you can go to my Taoyuan to drink."
"You gave me twenty pounds? This is not so good ... Well, thank you Erbao, you child, how generous."
"..." The old headmaster really is not an ordinary person, accepted this?
"..." Xiaoqiang burst into tears, clearly his family's good wine, and before he saw the money, how could he become Wang Ping'an.
Wang Ping'an did not ask him to wait a long time. He directly transferred 9,000 yuan to WeChat and said: "Wait for me and send it to Taoyuan in the Southland. Don't delay my house to drink at night. It must be the same wine, can't fool me with new wine. . "
"I know, Xiaoqiang is not that kind of person." Seeing nine thousand dollars arrived, Xiaoqiang's grief finally disappeared.
It was at this time that Wang Jiefang ’s daughter-in-law was suddenly seen riding on an electric tricycle and turned out of the village ’s mountain aut with worries and a hurry.
"His sister-in-law, what is this for?" Some villagers greeted her from afar.
"Nothing, go to town and do something." She smiled stiffly, and when passing by the bald bald shed, she didn't slow down or greet anyone. She bowed her head and rode silently.
"Why is she? It looks wrong?" Xiaoqiang muttered curiously.
"Wang Jiefang went to the mountains in order to earn money for his son to build a house. It is said that the boss in the city opened a high price, let him go to the medicine Wanggu, knowing the danger, Wang Jiefang also gritted his teeth and agreed."
"For the time being, Wang Jiefang has been out for three days. If something goes wrong, the news should also come out. The village has not been peaceful recently. Everyone must be careful not to take risks for a little money."
There were no secrets in the village. Wang Jiefang said that things to be kept secret had long been spread by the villagers.
For a little money, take risks, and Wang Ping'an doesn't understand the idea of ​​such people.
However, it is a pity that Wang Jiefang is really in danger.
After all, every autumn, the village is full of wild boars, and the lack of skilled hunters will make the village very troublesome.
Wang Ping'an said to everyone that he took Zheng Sahuan's big yellow dog and turned around to leave and return to Taoyuan.
Fatty Xiaoqiang, who was also frustrated, took an empty jug and returned to his home, ready to send Wang Pingping three hundred pounds of old wine.
Others continued to sit next to each other and chat with the old principal Wang Banli. After the bald man was cremated, he would be buried tomorrow. The remaining dozen of sheep did not know when they would be processed.
Wang Ping'an returned to Taoyuan and saw his father holding a knife, drunk and smoked, preparing to kill the sheep.
Laiwang and Wang Wencai, beside, helped hug the sheep's bottom and hug the sheep's head, and fixed the half-big lamb to facilitate Wang Degui's knife.
"Uncle even killed the cow that year. Killing this little lamb is just like playing ... Don't worry, I'm looking for ... I find a suitable place to go under the knife, and I can solve it with a knife."
One minute passed, three minutes passed, five minutes passed ...
The big yellow dog looked sleepy, lying on the side and dozing off.
The eagle standing in the cage's eyes were sour, and he didn't see any blood splashing.
Wang Degui surrounded the lamb and turned a dozen times, but still did not find a suitable place for the knife.
"Uncle, if you don't keep the knife, this sheep will be strangled by us." Lai Wang reminded.
Wang Ping'an couldn't stand it anymore, and walked over and said, "Let me come, you count on my dad, he dare not dare to get a knife. He used to be at home, only dare to kill chickens, which killed cattle and sheep?"
"Nonsense, I have killed rabbits too!" Wang Degui excused.