After he and his mother-in-law separated, he built a house and stocked a warehouse full of grain and

After a day and a half, the second batch of drinks was also available.

Sweet and alcoholic, the one made by Hu Mu is similar to the one bought in Fucheng, but the taste is slightly crisper.

What Yan Qiu did was even worse. Shui Qing, who didn't like drinking rice wine but only liked eating fermented rice wine, almost fell in love with drinking rice wine.

After comparing the wine yield, Shui Qing was very satisfied.

Others are even more satisfied.

After the winemaker was finalized, we began to increase production. After all, it had to be shipped to Fucheng for sale, so we couldn't make it one kilogram of rice per kilogram.

But after all, it was only the second time I made it, and I was afraid that it would spoil the rice, so I made it in small batches, ten pounds of rice at a time, let it cool, mixed the rice wine, put it into a pot, moved it into the house and wrapped it in a quilt.

The current weather is estimated to be around [-] degrees Celsius, and the fermentation time of the wine is best at [-] degrees Celsius, so you still need to wrap yourself in a quilt to speed up the fermentation.

When it gets colder, it’s time to move into the kitchen.

The foundation of the house has been laid, and the entire house, including chicken pens, rabbit pens, and pig pens, has been dug with open ditches and culverts for drainage.

It took several days, but both Shui Qing and Fan Jin felt it was worth it.

Sharpening the knife will not waste time cutting firewood. It is time-consuming and laborious now, but it will be more comfortable if there is no water accumulation in heavy rain in the future.

The day before the wine was loaded, Fan He hired an older boy from the village for five cents a day and went to his bamboo mountain to cut down bamboo to make bamboo tubes.

With only two cents apiece, Fan He worked particularly hard.

The hired boy is also working extra hard!

When the day came to sell rice wine, the whole family, including Hu’s mother Hu Wenhua, got up before dawn.

Mother Hu first went to the kitchen to light a fire and boil hot water to wash herself, make corn porridge, and scoop out pickles to go with the porridge.

Fan went in to cut grass and feed the cattle.

I carefully wiped the clean cart that I had washed yesterday.

When doing food business, cleanliness and hygiene are very important.

It was even darker inside the thatched house. Hu Wenhua easily carried the wooden bucket and small water tank in the main room to the open space outside the house and put it away.

"My uncle is so awesome! My eldest brother and I carried the water tank, but my uncle easily picked it up alone." Fan He said enviously from the side.

Hu Wenhua grinned and said: "When you grow to be as big as my uncle, you will have the same physique as my uncle!"

Fan He looked at his uncle's burly body, and then at his father, who was slender over there, with his head lowered and remained silent.

If he had a choice, he would prefer to have a figure like his father.

Fan Jiang is now a smaller version of Hu Wenhua. After hearing this, he quickly looked up at his uncle and nodded heavily: "I want to be as strong as my uncle!"

The uncle and nephew both grinned at the same time, their bodies and expressions exactly the same.

As soon as Shui Qing came out, he saw two grinning strong men in the cool morning light and was startled.

She yawned and warned: "It's okay, don't be scary."

It's not good to scare people.

Hu Wenhua:......

Fan Jiang:......

"Auntie, do you think I can filter it by covering it with a layer of gauze?" Xinghui shouted worriedly over there.

She is not good at making wine, but she can still get started.

Shui Qing came over to take a look and said, "It's fine if there are no rice grains in it."

She turned to Hu Wenhua and ordered: "Brother, when the filter is finished, you can bring half of it to the kitchen."

"Hey, okay!" Hu Wenhua responded crisply.

There were many people, and everyone had been busy for a while, and the sky was already showing a slight light.

Mother Hu over there had already scooped up the corn porridge, brought it to a temperature that could be eaten, and shouted: "It's time to eat!"

Everyone cheered and rushed to the kitchen.

The refreshing corn porridge, paired with refreshing pickled radish and salty and crispy shredded kohlrabi, left everyone feeling full and satisfied.

After breakfast, Shuiqing began to cook wine.

If the rice wine is not cooked, it will continue to ferment rapidly, and the taste will change after a while.

But if it is all cooked, the wine taste will be much worse.

In the past, women in the Jiangnan water towns concluded that the best taste was to mix half of the rice wine with half boiling and half without boiling. This way, the taste of the rice wine can be maintained without continuing to ferment.

After everything was ready, Fan Jin drove the car in front, Hu Wenhua followed beside the bullock cart, and Fan He sat on the cart and waved to his family.

"Wenhua, your brother-in-law is a scholar, remember to open your mouth more often when selling." Mother Hu warned again worriedly.

"Mom, don't worry! I used to show dad the pork stall and I know how to attract customers!" Hu Wenhua turned around and yelled with a smile.

Fan He leaned against the barrels to prevent them from shaking, and replied to his grandmother: "And me, the wine brewed by eldest sister is so good, keep it and sell it!"

Not only the wine needs to be sold, but these bamboo tubes also need to be sold!

Two cents a piece, a whole mountain of bamboo, how much money do you have to earn?

The key is that a large number of bamboo shoots will grow next spring, and no one will eat them. The raw bamboo is useless, and the bamboo roots are about to spread to other mountains.

Mother Hu just smiled in relief at what Fan He said, whether she believed it or not.

A kid who is only eight years old is just joining in the fun. How can you expect a kid to sell wine?

She looked at her son, still a little worried, and asked her daughter worriedly: "My son-in-law is a scholar and has a thin skin. Your brother is not very clever either. Do you think he can sell it?"

Today is the first time to sell rice wine. I didn’t dare to make too much, and I didn’t bring much. The filtered rice wine weighed about 50 kilograms.

Shui Qing was relieved. Fan He had no stage fright and was eager to study. In addition, she had taught him several tricks in the past few days, which was enough to sell dozens of kilograms of rice wine.

"Yan Qiu's wine tastes good, so it must be easy to sell."

Mother Hu was still worried and muttered: "God bless me, may all of them be sold."

Fifty kilograms of rice wine, if all were sold, the price in Fucheng would be twenty cash per kilogram, and a thousand cash would be a gain of one tael of silver!

After deducting the cost of 25 kilograms of rice, there is still 770 five cents left.

As for Fan Henong's two-cent bamboo tube, Mother Hu didn't pay attention at all. Who would spend two cents to buy a bamboo tube to hold wine? Wouldn't it save two coins if you bring it from home?

After just two days of hard work, she had more than 700 yuan. Mother Hu felt that it was so unreal that the money was so much.

Shui Qing's mentality is quite good.

After all, I made much more money by selling Polygonum multiflorum and calligraphy brushes in the mall before.

But after all, this was the first time she relied on her own skills to make money, and she still wanted to know whether the effect was good or not.

Today is the first time I sell rice wine. I only brought fifty kilograms, which is less than one tael of silver after deducting the cost.

But if it sells well and Fan He opens the market as she said, he can supply it in large quantities later, and then he will earn more than one tael of silver.

Yan Qiuxing replied that the four children did not know that their mother had bigger intentions, and they were just as worried as Hu's mother.

Can I sell more than 50 kilograms of rice wine?

Is the price of twenty cents per pound too high?

As for the bamboo tubes, I might sell two or three, but not many. After all, they cost two cents each...