Rebirth 1981 starts with saving the sisters from the neighboring village.

How can those girls go over and ask for trouble when they see that they are famous?

Thinking of this, Peng Wanhua became even more angry.

The second sister Peng Wanlan put her arms around his shoulders and coaxed: "Good brother, don't be angry. Besides, I am thinking about you and let you concentrate on getting into a good university. Until then, you can choose whichever beauties from all over the country you want." .”

Peng Wanhua was actually just pretending to be angry. Anyway, it was over in the past. Besides, his family had no money to find a date. He wanted to date a girl to watch a movie, but he was so short of money that he couldn't even spare [-] cents.

"It's okay, don't use me as a shield in the future," he said.

"Hey, you haven't even gone to college yet, and you're already thinking about it?" the second sister said teasingly.

Peng Wanhua turned his head and ignored her, and suddenly he thought of Jiang Xue.

this is not OK.

Shake it hard and get it out of your mind.

"Don't talk nonsense. How can a serious person like me, who puts academics first, do this?"

Peng Wanhua said seriously.

Judging from his performance in the college entrance examination, he is not much better than in his previous life. He can go to any university in the country, Huaqing University and Peking University, of course, there is no problem.

Anyway, he will not continue to go to the Mining University. He has had enough days digging around the world in his previous life, and he wants to try something different.

As for which one to take, he hasn't decided yet.

However, the college entrance examination has been settled, and the next step is to take care of the winery.

After thinking about it for a while, he already had some ideas on how to develop the winery.

After packing their belongings, the three of them went home together.

The classmate dinner had already been eaten before the preliminaries. Except for Cheng Lei, he had nothing to commemorate. Everything was waiting for the results to be released.

When I got home, my father sat on the threshold with a frown and smoked a long cigarette.

"Bai (flat tone), smoke less." The eldest sister advised.

In hometown dialect, bai means dad.

"What's wrong? Are you smoking so hard?" Peng Wanhua asked, taking off his cigarette rod.

Peng Liyang glanced at his son and two daughters, and his frown deepened. As his children grew up, it was time for them to understand the situation at home.

He thought for a while and then said: "The winery is about to die. The superiors are discussing whether to contract the factory to individual operators of the company or transfer it to other large factories or organizations. People below are panicking."

When Peng Wanhua heard this, he immediately understood.

The commune winery's source of funds depends entirely on allocations from superiors, but its operating income is very small. It has already experienced operational difficulties. If it were not for the support of the public, it would have gone bankrupt long ago.

Like many large wineries at this time, Shangchuan Commune produced pure wine.

Because the transportation capacity is limited and there is no brand, the products are only supplied to people who have little money around the commune.

These days, large wineries can only survive by allocating money and approving notes.

This is the case with Moutai from Guizhou Province and tribute wine from this province.

As the economy develops and food prices rise, large wineries have expanded their production capacity. Townships across the country have also begun to set up small wineries to generate income, which has had a huge impact on the original local wineries.

Small wineries without channels and brands have limited competitiveness and have to compete on price to sell.

Think about it, three pounds of food is more than one pound of wine.

One pound of grain costs more than [-] cents, and the cost of three pounds of grain alone is [-] to [-] cents. Transportation, containers, manufacturing, and labor cost nothing?

A pound of wine could be sold for one yuan last year, but it can only be sold for one yuan this year.

However, while food prices are rising, wine prices are still falling, which is completely against the laws of the market.

How could it last long?

It won't work if you don't lower the price. Other small wineries are lowering their prices. If you don't lower the price, you won't be able to sell.

Therefore, the final result is that small wineries without brands are either contracted, taken over by large manufacturers or other organizations, or die step by step.

"But it's okay. You don't have to worry. This kind of thing cannot be settled in a short time." Peng Liyang seemed to be comforting the three of them, but he was actually comforting himself.

In fact, the winery can no longer survive.

Peng Wanhua recalled that the Shangchuan Commune Winery in his previous life was first contracted by an operator. A few years later, it began to be restructured and finally sold to a private owner. It went bankrupt within a year.

Accompanying this step-by-step process of reform is the step-by-step process of layoffs and bankruptcy.

By the way, there is no such thing as layoffs these days, it is called laid-offs.

Peng Wanhua had tasted the wine from the winery, and the taste was not much different from other pure wines.

Peng Wanhua has also thought about the wine industry, which has huge potential.

Think about it carefully.

Peng Wanhua suddenly had an idea and came up with a plan.

Funding and branding are not indispensable; the key is qualifications.

In this era, ordinary people have various restrictions on running a company. If they are not careful, they have to go in and step on the sewing machine.

Families are not qualified to contract. It is best to contract in the name of the village and be affiliated with the village.

It works.

A village in East China called Huaxi started a village-run hardware factory ten years ago. At this time, the annual income is at least over 300 million, and the average household is [-] yuan, which is simply awesome.

However, Peng Wanhua had to deal with the affiliation conditions and agreements. He didn't want the winery he had worked so hard to run to make wedding clothes for others.

Thinking about this in his mind, he also thought that if he wanted to contract, he had to get a start-up capital first. The village had no money, and his family was even poorer.

Where did the first start-up capital come from?

Talking about money, Peng Wanhua walked to the village committee.

Village cadre Tian Jiefang was hoeing the ground, "Wanhua, are you back?"

"Yes, uncle, you're busy, I'll look for my father." Peng Wanhua responded.

Grandpa works as a nurse in a forest farm. When he is not busy, he often comes to the village committee to sit and read the newspaper.

Sure enough, he saw his grandfather reading a newspaper under the big mulberry tree in the village committee yard.

There was a dark purple teapot on the wooden table in front of him, which was steaming.

Look at the purple clay pot on the table. It is shaped like a persimmon, has a warm color and a dignified luster. It is quiet and elegant, revealing a noble temperament.

The inscription on the lower side is "Mr. Zishi, Mingyuan", which is a hand-down work by Chen Mingyuan, a master of purple clay pots in the Qing Dynasty.

It seems that he remembered it correctly. In his previous life, he remembered that his grandfather had a treasured teapot, and he never left it.

As a result, one day he was naughty and beaten by the sixth child. The grandfather was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. The grandson was reluctant to scold him, so he called Peng Liyang over and scolded him half to death.

When his father Peng Liyang came home that night, he beat Lao Liu until he couldn't get out of bed the next day.

The reason why he was deeply impressed was not because Lao Liu was beaten, but because he once saw the same purple clay teapot at an auction, and then recalled that his grandfather also had a similar one. The transaction price of over [-] million made him feel distressed every time he thought about it.

Who would have thought that things that you didn't pay attention to when you were a child would fetch staggering prices at auction in later generations?

Seeing it again today was a real feast for the eyes.

"Master~" Peng Wanhua shouted happily.

"Hey~" The old man turned around and saw his eldest grandson coming back, his brows were filled with joy, "Have you finished the exam?"

"Yeah!" Peng Wanhua helped the old man stand up.

"Okay, our old Peng family is finally going to have a college student!" The old man knew his eldest grandson's usual performance ranking and felt that he should be able to pass the admission line. His white beard twitched excitedly.

"It's not one, it should be three! The eldest sister and the second sister will probably be fine too."

"That's great, three blessings are coming, three blessings are coming!" The old man couldn't help himself with joy, "By the way, when will the scores come out?"

"I guess it will take about a month." Peng Wanhua knew when the scores would be released, but he couldn't tell directly because it hadn't been decided yet.

“Where do you want to study?”

The old man used to be a soldier, he spoke and acted very neatly, and he shot out problems like a machine gun.

Peng Wanhua almost couldn't take it. He thought carefully about it in his mind. He didn't want to go to the south or Shanghai, so he had no choice but to go to the capital. After all, it was a place he was familiar with.

"The capital, after all, is the capital. I have to see Tiananmen and the Great Wall."

Peng Wanhua found a reason. In fact, the most important thing was that he wanted to buy a few courtyard houses. In the future, even if he didn't do anything, just lived and died, and waited for the value to increase, he would not have to worry about food and drink.