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Although he knew afterwards the relationship between Yang Hongying and the young man in front of him, he believed that Yang Hongying was influenced by this kid and his family to reject him.

In a sense, it was also the hatred of taking his wife, and he couldn't swallow this breath no matter what.

Liu Qingshan's face was calm and indifferent: "Mr. Chen didn't make a fortune in Chuncheng, how could he go to a poor village like our Bishui County?"

"Of course it's a big deal!" He Jiakang chimed in.

Liu Qingshan nodded: "Oh, that's convenient—"

He Jiakang couldn't help being taken aback: "How do you know?"

Liu Qingshan blinked: "What do I know, I don't know anything?"

"Then what do you mean by instant noodles?" He Jiakang asked angrily.

Liu Qingshan spread his hands: "I mean, I want to ask, is it convenient to tell me what is the big deal, Manager He, you are just too irritable."

You... He Jiakang choked again.

Liu Qingshan said to himself: "It turns out that you are going to make instant noodles. I have seen that thing. It is really good. It is a good way. I just want to do it. Manager He, thank you for reminding me."

Seeing Liu Qingshan's teasing gaze and Chen Dong's dissatisfied look at him, He Jiakang felt his throat was a little sweet again, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Chapter 279 Tracheitis

"Brother Qingshan, let's go, let's drink so much today!"

The eldest Li Zaizai wandered out of the restaurant in a daze, his tongue was a little big when he spoke.

Liu Qingshan was really worried that he would fall headfirst on the curb, so he hurried over to help him.

And Chen Dongfang also snorted coldly, turned and left.

When the three of them had gone far away, Big Old Li stopped swaying, and his tongue stopped talking: "Brother Qingshan, is that from Jiajiakang Wild Vegetable Factory?"

Liu Qingshan nodded. He also knew that the elder Li was capable of pretending to be drunk. He must have been worried about causing any conflicts, so he transferred himself here.

Then he said with a smile: "Actually, solving problems with fists is the least level. Although that He Jiakang, I can knock him down with one punch."

Not to mention him, even Gao Wenxue beat He Jiakang to the ground with an angry attack.

"Okay, I know your ability, don't talk about them, even if the little devil sees you, you have to admit cowardice."

The eldest brother Li happily patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder, and walked to the winery together.

On the way, Liu Qingshan asked Da Lao Li: "Brother, your winery used to produce fruit wine, right? Is there any retired master? Let me introduce it. You want the best craftsmanship."

"Guoshan wine and Shandu persimmon wine were produced, but they were only sold in this county. They didn't make much profit, so they stopped later." Although Da Lao Li drank a lot, he didn't talk sloppily at all.

In Bishui County, they are surrounded by mountains in the north and the great plains of Yimapingchuan in the south. Of course, they eat mountains and produce fruit wine and beverages.

For example, the county has put into operation a beverage factory this year, producing bottled beverage "Little Baihua", which the fourth and fifth members of the family like to drink very much.

Liu Qingshan also thought it was good, it didn't taste that sweet, but it had a fragrance of birch sap.

"Brother, you want to make fruit wine, listen to my brother's advice, it's best not to make this, the common people will not recognize it."

Big Old Li had a personal lesson in this regard, so he enlightened Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan smiled: "Isn't it because the wild fruits in the mountains are ripe? Our Jiapigou Cooperative is going to brew some fruit wine and keep it for ourselves."

"That's it, that's it, I'll introduce the big fruit to you later." Da Lao Li felt relieved at this point, he set up an earthen workshop and drank it at home, it really didn't cost a lot of money.

Liu Qingshan blinked: "I don't eat breakfast, what's the big fruit?"

"Haha, Mr. Guo's nickname is Daguozi. He is a master chef who retired the year before last. He used to be in charge of fruit wine." Da Lao Li explained with a smirk.

Then he emphasized: "Don't call this nickname in front of him, and you are not even allowed to invite him to eat big fruit when eating, otherwise, you must be impatient!"

When Liu Qingshan thought about it, he suddenly realized, and laughed along with him.

In their local dialect, the word Guo is also used as a verb, which means sucking. For example, kissing is also called Guoyikou.

Usually when talking about big fruit, the word "zi" is pronounced "zā", and zā is the same pronunciation as a certain part of a woman.

In this way, the meaning will naturally be richer.

Sure enough, Da Lao Li smiled and talked about the black history of Master Guo. It was when Master Guo was young, just married, and went to work in the factory in the morning.

Workers asked him what he ate, and he said he ate big fruits, and the joke spread.

When the two arrived at the winery talking and laughing, Big Lao Li found a clerk and led Liu Qingshan to Master Guo's house.

Going to other people's house, of course it's not good to go empty-handed, Liu Qingshan learned that Master Guo smoked, so he bought two cigarettes and four bottles of canned food.

If the gift is light, it will inevitably be underestimated; if it is heavy, it will easily scare others.

Master Guo's home is only two blocks away from the winery. There are two small brick houses in his home. After entering the hospital, a thin old man in his 50s came out to welcome him.

"This is Master Guo."

The little clerk introduced Liu Qingshan, and then said: "Uncle Guo, this is Comrade Liu Qingshan who advised our winery!"

In this day and age, after the age of 50, you are really an old man. It is estimated that Master Guo retired early, probably to let the children in the family take over.

After listening to the introduction, the old man Guo put down his cheerful smiling face with a click, put on a straight face, and began to train:

"It's you, a young man, you're such a prodigal. There are several 10 yuan, and you just raised it. Even if it's in vain, you can still hear the noise! ​​Cough cough..."

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and finally coughed, his old face turned purple from the suffocation.

The climate in the Northeast is very cold, so there is an old disease called bronchitis, who coughs up phlegm in winter, and suffers from shortness of breath. This kind of person is commonly known as Laoba in the local area.

At this time, an old lady came out of the room, patted the back of Lao Guo's head for a while, took out a small flat box, scooped some medicine noodles, put it on the old man's tongue, and then slowly Come on.

"Uncle Guo, you have to change your stubborn temper. If it weren't for Comrade Xiao Liu's idea, our wine would still not be able to sell, and your old medical expenses have not been reimbursed."

The little clerk couldn't help persuading.

Old Guotou's temper is really stubborn: "Even if I die from coughing, it's better than dying from anger. It's worth 10 yuan. Isn't it the money from the factory?"

At this time, most of the people in the factory really had feelings for the factory.

The little clerk didn't recruit either, so he just shook his hand and left in anger.

Old Guotou was still yelling at Liu Qingshan: "Take your things and get out, don't tell me to see you again!"

Liu Qingshan was neither in a hurry nor angry, and his face was still cheerful: "Master Guo, did you hear me say this? The money was spent by our winery, but where the money was spent, it fell to you." I have it, or do I have it?"

"I've been watching that ad on TV, I was so angry that I almost smashed the TV!"

Old Guo was talking angrily, and the wife next to him looked helpless.

"That's right, the money was given to the TV station, and the TV station is also run by our country. The money will not go to the public in the end, and the treasure will not go abroad. Do you think this is the reason?"

With Liu Qingshan's knowledge, even foreigners can be fooled, let alone such old workers with low vision.

Old Guo thought about it for a long time, then nodded: "What you said seems to make sense, go, go into the house, come in if you see it, what else do you want to bring?"

This door is really not easy to enter, Liu Qingshan entered the east room, and the room was tidy.

Although the furniture is not much, it is very delicate, and there is a [-]-inch black and white TV on the cabinet cover. It can be seen that this is a fairly affluent family.

Putting the things he brought on the kang, Liu Qingshan handed Lao Guotou another cigarette, Aunt Guo also poured him a cup of tea, and then sat down to chat.

Liu Qingshan didn't beat around the bush, and directly explained his intentions, and promised that he would get an extra 50 yuan a month.

Upon hearing this, Lao Guo's first two eyes lit up immediately: This is equivalent to earning double wages!

And the work is not tiring, it's just a matter of moving your mouth, and you can do it well.

Just as I was about to nod my head in agreement, I heard my wife cough:

"Xiao Liu, it's not a matter of money or not. Our old Guo's tracheitis is an old problem. It's okay in summer. If it's cold, he'll get sick. His body won't allow it."

Old man Guo guessed that he ate too much fruit, and he didn't dare to refute his wife's words, so he could only mutter to himself: "I'm not bronchitis, it's my wife's strict control."

"What are you talking about, if I hadn't taken care of you all these years, your body wouldn't have collapsed long ago?"

Old Guotou hummed twice, but did not refute. It seemed that his wife took good care of him.

Seeing this old couple bickering here, Liu Qingshan thought it was quite interesting. Here, decades of mutual affection and family affection were condensed, or they could be called a wife.

"Xiao Liu, I told you to make a trip in vain. I'll go buy some food and have dinner at home in the evening."

Aunt Guo was anxious to go shopping for vegetables, and she felt a little sorry for the young man because he had taken so many presents and hadn't finished the job yet.

"Auntie, don't be so busy, I have to go back to the village later." Liu Qingshan stopped him quickly, and didn't intend to eat here.

Then he said: "My grandma used to have the old problem of tracheitis, and it was really hard to suffer in winter, but my grandma is better now, and she doesn't feel bad in winter."

"How did you cure it?" Aunt Guo asked with her eyes lit up when she heard this.

"It's the herbal medicine that my master picked in the mountains. I prepared dozens of pairs and took it for several months before removing the roots." What Liu Qingshan said was actually the truth.

Aunt Guo grabbed Liu Qingshan's arm excitedly: "Son, then your master..."

"My master is working as a forest ranger on our mountain."

Liu Qingshan scratched the back of his head: "Forest guards, don't let them go down the mountain."

"Let's go, let's go!" Aunt Guo kept saying, as long as the old man can be cured, that's better than anything else.

Liu Qingshan also felt the deep affection between the husband and mother, the reason is the same as his grandparents, so he said with a smile:

"Okay, with my leadership, my master will definitely be able to treat Uncle Guo's illness. If it is an outsider, my master will have a strange temper, so I will definitely ignore it."

"That's good, that's good, child, you can't leave, Madam, go shopping for vegetables!" Madam Guo tidied up and left the house without being able to stop her.

When she left, old man Guo nodded Liu Qingshan with his hand: "You boy, you have to get me to make you happy, right? Tell me, what are your plans?"

He didn't believe it, it was the villagers in his own village who had to put in so much effort to get some fruit wine to drink.

If the stuff is brewed by the local method, you can make it in your own jar, so why spend money to hire a professional master like him?

Liu Qingshan hecked twice, and then took out a small bottle from his pocket, which was the kind of small medicine bottle containing penicillin, about an inch high, and filled with golden yellow liquid.

Gently open the rubber cover on the top, and immediately a strange fragrance is released.

Old man Guo took a breath, and then he just stood there in a daze, motionless as if he had been immobilized by Monkey Sun.

It was as if the soul had been sucked away by this most ordinary little bottle.

2 Chapter [-] hurts self-esteem too much!

When Liu Qingshan returned to Jiapigou in the evening, there was another person in the car.

Now even with a whip, Master Guo still refuses to leave. Liu Qingshan's small bottle of monkey wine completely stupefied the master.

On the way back, the two also had a conversation in the car.

Liu Qingshan asked while driving: "Master Guo, can we copy this kind of monkey wine? If so, we can use this as a flagship product and build a fruit wine factory?"

"It's hard to say now. Only monkeys know the formula, so we can't ask."

What Master Guo said is true.

Who knows what kind of wild fruit the monkeys have added to it, this is definitely a secret recipe, and it is estimated that only Sun Dasheng can get it out.

Liu Qingshan brought out Victor's theory again, and Master Guo also nodded in approval:

"It's best if we can go into that cave and have a field trip."

"You always want to get some monkey wine out. Let me tell you, those monkeys are very fierce."

Liu Qingshan still had lingering fears when he thought about the last time he was chased by a group of monkeys. It was not unreasonable for Huaguo Mountain to make such a big commotion back then.

When we returned to Jiapigou, it was already dark, so we temporarily settled Master Guo at Grandpa's house.

Liu Ying, a private teacher who had just lived here for two days, moved to Liu Qingshan's new house and lived in the same room as Yang Hongying.

After introducing Master Guo, grandfather Liu Shikui, and Professor Wang to each other, Liu Qingshan also found a problem: Grandpa's house has become a home for the elderly.

This is also good, the elderly get together and save loneliness, which is equivalent to collective pension.

When I went back to my old house, I saw Gao Feng holding a guitar, playing and singing by himself, it really felt like a literary youth.

After chatting for a few words, I asked about the class situation: Liu Ying is mainly responsible for teaching mathematics and Chinese, and Gao Feng is responsible for the rest of music, sports and art.

"Mr. Gao, are you still used to it here?"

People from the city must not be used to living in the countryside at first. Liu Qingshan doesn't want to run away after living in the village for two days.

Gao Feng smiled: "Fortunately, the children are very cute, and the villagers are also very kind."