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Zheng Hong lowered his motorcycle and pointed at Liu Qingshan: "Student Liu, you are really hard to find!"

This is true. I have searched a lot. First, after Secretary Sun of Qingshan Commune returned, he sent a messenger to Jiapigou the next day, but all came to nothing.

When the situation was reported to the county, comrades from the police were dispatched, and they searched all the guest houses, even the big car shop, but there was no one.

In the end, it was Zheng Hongqi who said that Liu Qingshan was still a high school student, so he went to No. [-] Middle School to look for it, and he really found it.

Liu Qingshan expressed his innocence: "Mayor Zheng, I'm a student, of course I'm in school."

The bearded Xu on the side rolled his eyes: You kid only went to school for a few days, don't you have any points in your mind?

After the simple exchange of greetings, Zheng Hongqi briefly explained the situation to Liu Qingshan.

What, ask Xiaoshanzi to participate in the Canton Fair, that's Yangcheng!

Principal Xu was stunned. In people's minds, Yangcheng, like the special zone, is the frontier of reform and opening up.

For them, it can be described as unreachable, as if it is like two worlds.

"Principal Xu, let's take our leave first. Thank you No. [-] Middle School for cultivating such outstanding talents."

Zheng Hongqi shook hands with Xu Dahuzi again, and then called Liu Qingshan to get on the motorcycle together.

Principal Xu is still a little dazed: excellent talent?Such an outstanding talent seems to have pushed hundreds of papers just now!

The motorcycle left with a puff of black smoke, and a gossip spread among the students: A student from a certain class in the first year of senior high school was arrested by the police because he played truant for a long time...

Classmate Liu Qingshan, who was "taken away", is sitting in the guest house of the county party committee at the moment, trying on a suit that has just been delivered.

This time the county sent a total of four people to participate in the Canton Fair: County Mayor Wang led the team, Deputy County Mayor Zheng Hongqi, Director Lu of the Commercial Bureau, and the last precious spot was Liu Qingshan.

While putting on his clothes, Liu Qingshan chattered to Zheng Hongqi who was next to him: "Mayor Zheng, the treatment is not bad, I'm dressed again."

But when he put on the suit, his face collapsed: the clothes were bought off-the-shelf, not tailor-made, good guy, the trouser legs seemed to be covered with pockets on both sides.

The top is also fat and big, even if the fourth and fifth children in the family are stuffed in it, it may be able to hide it.

One reason is that the suit is really fat, and the other reason is that Liu Qingshan's body has not grown up yet, he is just taller.

"County Zheng, I wear this dress, it's just right for me to sing."

Liu Qingshan flicked his two big sleeves, just like a Peking opera actor flicking his sleeves.

Zheng Hongqi also laughed, but he was helpless: "The Canton Fair requires that you wear a suit and tie. It has gotten better in the past two years. In the past, the participants had to train for half a month to strengthen their political studies. "

The foreign affairs activities in this year and month are definitely important events, and even the tour routes of many foreign guests are predetermined in advance.

"Then can I find a tailor to change it?"

Liu Qingshan came up with a solution that was not a solution. In a small and backward county in the north like Bishui County, it is impossible to find someone who can make suits, so let's change it.

"Well, let's change my suit too."

Zheng Hongqi was also inspired. Although his set was not as exaggerated as Liu Qingshan's, it was still too spacious.

I don't know how to do it. The suits of this year are all of this type.

Liu Qingshan didn't know where to find a tailor's shop, and Zheng Hongqi happened to be in the lead, so he just followed.

Working until noon, he naturally ate at the hostel. Liu Qingshan was still holding back a good meal, but found that he was thinking too much, and of course it was a normal meal in normal times.

Eating white flour steamed buns and drinking egg soup is not bad.

Liu Qingshan studied while drinking egg soup: How did the chef in this hostel make egg flower thinner than hair?

Then I heard someone greet me: "You are Comrade Xiao Liu, you are indeed young and promising."

Seeing that the visitor was also carrying a bowl of soup and two big steamed buns with chopsticks, Liu Qingshan nodded with a smile: "It's me, may I ask who you are?"

The man was a middle-aged man in his 50s or [-]s, with a slightly fat body and a little bald head, so the hair on the side was combed to the middle, which is called the local support center.

After sitting down, he smiled and said, "Hello, hello, I'm Guo, the director of our county linen factory, just call me Lao Guo."

Liu Qingshan understood a little bit, he had studied the product list just now, and among them was the linen from the linen factory.

And there are only four people participating in the trade fair, so everyone wants to make progress, and then help sell more of their products.

If there is no sale at all, it will be the heads of factories and enterprises like them who will be criticized in the end.

"So it's Uncle Guo, hello, hello."

Liu Qingshan greeted them enthusiastically, and then asked again: "How do you plan to promote, package, and operate the products of our flax factory?"

What promotion, what packaging, what operation?

Factory Manager Guo was a little dazed when he heard that, so he used his hands to comb his hair habitually, and got the side hair to the top of his head.

He was thinking about it, when a loud voice sounded beside him: "I said, Lao Guo, you're quick enough!"

Accompanied by a tall figure appearing in front of him, Liu Qingshan subconsciously sucked his nose twice, and he smelled a strong smell of wine lees.

"Xiao Liu, I'm the boss of our county winery. Tell me what happened to the people in the guest house. They don't prepare white wine for dinner. Come on, let's make two bottles."

Then there were two bang bangs, and two bottles of white wine were dumped on the dining table.

Chapter 67 Special Products

Looking at the glass bottle with hops on the table, Liu Qingshan was a little dizzy: I am still a child, okay?

The sorghum was burnt at a full sixty degrees, and it must be a line of fire running down his throat. Liu Qingshan is still growing now, so he absolutely dare not make gestures.

Li, the director of the winery, sat on the other side of Liu Qingshan. He had a fat waist, thick legs, and a rough appearance.

Especially the red wine lees nose, very characteristic.

Seeing Liu Qingshan waving his hands vigorously, expressing that he would not drink, Big Old Li shook his head regretfully:

"This is sorghum burnt from our winery, commonly known as burning knives, but at the Canton Fair last year, no one bought a bottle, and none of those foreigners knew what to buy!"

Liu Qingshan blinked, thinking to himself: I guess no one likes to drink this kind of high-alcohol except the old Maozi in the north.

Director Guo on the other side also nodded, feeling a little sympathetic.

Da Lao Li also said in plain language: "We are very good at burning knives. One year, a worker in our winery drank two bottles and wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he put the lit match to his mouth, puffed. One click, just ignite it, and it will all burn."

Liu Qingshan took a sip of the egg soup, feeling a little hot.

Big Brother Li patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder heavily: "Xiao Liu, this time you go to the Canton Fair, you have to help us promote it. If it is sold, I will buy you a drink when you come back."

Well, you should spare me!

Liu Qingshan was also full, and put down his chopsticks: "Director Li, let me call you Uncle Li. I'll go to your winery in a while. It's better to have some unique products, which are easier to sell."

Before Da Lao Li could speak, Guo, the director of the flax factory, quit: "Da Lao Li, you are not particular, do you understand the principle of first come first come first?"

After speaking, he grabbed Liu Qingshan's arm: "If you want to go, you have to go to our flax factory first."

Big Lao Li also got excited, stretched out a big hand like iron pliers, and grabbed Liu Qingshan's other arm: "Your flax factory is outside the west gate, and our winery is very close."

Both of them tugged with all their strength, and Liu Qingshan grinned: "You two uncles, I'm about to fall apart!"

The two let go in unison, and then laughed together again.

They were also in a hurry. Among the four members who participated in the Canton Fair, the three of them had higher positions than them. Only Comrade Xiao Liu, who was young, should be easier to talk to.

Of course Liu Qingshan could understand their feelings, since he promised to help, he must go all out.

Even if the two factory directors didn't invite him, he was going to use these few days to visit all the factories involved to help make suggestions.

Now that we have returned to this era, we must have a sense of responsibility as the master.

And he has another plan in mind: if he can take advantage of the rare opportunity of the Canton Fair to expand his network, and earn some money to spend to supplement his family, then this trip will be worthwhile.

After making up his mind, Liu Qingshan followed Director Li and went to the winery first.

Da Lao Li rode a Phoenix bicycle and left with Liu Qingshan on his back, followed closely by the factory director Guo who also rode a bicycle.

The distillery is not far away, and the smell of distiller's grains after fermentation can be smelled from a distance, which is the symbol of the distillery.

Those who like to smell this smell are more enjoyable than drinking alcohol. Liu Qingshan is also moved: It seems to be quite good to use distiller's grains as pig feed.

The baijiu of this era is all made from grains such as corn and sorghum, so it is genuine, so the nutritional content of the distiller's grains is not bad.

Especially after pigs eat distiller's grains, they also like to sleep dizzily, which is just right for fattening.

If the Canton Fair can help the distillery this time, Liu Qingshan will definitely purchase distiller's grains from Big Old Li.

After entering the courtyard, Da Lao Li led Liu Qingshan around and introduced two kinds of baijiu to be exhibited: one is sorghum burnt, and the other is clear water Daqu.

In all fairness, these two wines are still very good, but compared with the eight famous domestic wines, they are still quite a bit behind, so it is not unreasonable that they did not sell at the last exhibition.

The level of this kind of county-level famous wine, no matter how you package and market it, there is not much development, and their grade has already been positioned.

"Uncle Li, does our winery have any more distinctive wines, for example, mountain grapes are abundant in our mountains, is there any mountain wine?"

Liu Qingshan can only continue to tap potential stocks.

"Mountain wine is available, but no one likes to drink it, and only a few tanks are produced every year for the county's guest houses."

Of course, Da Lao Li is very familiar with the situation in the factory. On their side, because of the severe cold in winter, they all like to drink high-alcohol alcohol, such as sixty-degree sorghum burnt.

"What about other wines?"

Liu Qingshan did not give up and continued to ask.

Big Old Li frowned for a while, then rubbed his nose violently: "I remembered, there is medicinal wine prepared more than ten years ago in the wine storehouse."

Medicinal wine?

Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be overjoyed: Maybe this is a bit tricky!

Big Old Li shook his head and continued: "It's a pity that it's too bad to drink and the cost is high. After a batch is produced, it can't be sold at all, so it's not re-bottled, and it's all stored in a big tank."

Liu Qingshan didn't think so: "Let's go, just take a look at this medicinal wine."

Under the leadership of the custodian, a group of people went directly to the wine storehouse. When they entered it, they were filled with the fragrant and rich aroma of wine.

Inside the warehouse, there are full of large vats, all of which are nearly one person tall, requiring two people to hug them.

Seeing that Director Guo of the flax factory still had a cigarette in his mouth, Da Lao Li unceremoniously pulled it out and threw it on the ground, crushing it with his feet.

Thinking of the one that Big Old Li mentioned about drinking and smoking, Factory Director Guo came to his senses, heyed twice, smoothed his hair with his hands, and was not angry.

The warehouse keeper led a group of people to the innermost place. Instead of the big vats that can drown alcoholics, it was replaced by large glass jars.

The jar is not small, it looks like it can hold about [-] catties, and the inside is golden yellow liquor, the beam of the flashlight shines on it, showing a beautiful amber color, very beautiful.

In the liquor, some medicinal materials can also be seen, the only ones that Liu Qingshan can recognize are wild ginseng and deer antler slices.

There are at least a dozen medicinal materials left.

Da Lao Li shook his head distressedly and said, "The ingredients in this brew are all authentic medicinal materials, and the price is very expensive. The cost price of a catty of medicinal wine like this is nearly four yuan."

Four yuan is indeed not low. At this time, Moutai was only 11 yuan, and Wuliangye was only [-] yuan!

The cost is only four yuan. If it enters the market, the price will be almost the same as that of Wuliangye. Is it strange that someone can buy it?

Liu Qingshan became interested, and asked the custodian to open a glass jar, scooped out a little with a wine raisin, and licked it with his tongue.

In addition to being spicy, there was also a strong smell of medicine, which made him cough again and again.

The big old Li on the side quickly helped him beat the back: "There are tiger bones in this wine, which is good for treating rheumatism. My father-in-law has old cold legs. Drink two bottles and it will be fine."

Liu Qingshan regained his strength, carefully looked into the wine jar, and sure enough, he found something like a bone.

At this time, state-owned units rarely resort to deceit, so the words of factory director Li have a certain degree of credibility.

But after this big old Li started the chatterbox, he kept talking more and more nonsense: "This medicinal wine can not only cure rheumatism, but also has special effects."

"What special effect?"

This time, it was Director Guo of the flax factory who asked the question.

The eldest brother Li chuckled cheaply: "Anyway, my father-in-law was almost 50 years old after drinking two bottles of medicinal wine, so he added a sister-in-law to me. At that time, my daughter-in-law was also giving birth to her first baby." , the two of them are in confinement together, hehe."

Just as he was talking happily, he heard Liu Qingshan slapped beside him: "Okay, let's use this medicinal wine to participate in the exhibition!"

"Can you do it?"

Big Old Li was still a little worried.

"Don't worry, the production workshop has been asked to quickly produce dozens of bottles these days. As samples, it's best to make the wine bottles and the outer packaging more delicate."

After thinking about it, Liu Qingshan pointed to the big glass jar again: "Bring me a jar of this when the time comes."

This is called increasing transparency, and the medicinal materials inside can be seen clearly, increasing the trust of consumers.