Siheyuan: I have Lingquan Space and Bistro

At this moment, Sun Qingshan was also washing the jars with a smile. Those people had just bought all the remaining sorghum wine.

I also bought 20 kilograms of sweet potato cake.

Early in the morning, thirteen yuan and eighty cents were deposited into his account, plus wine tickets weighing two kilograms and eight ounces.

"We have to find a way to get some sorghum rice to grow later."

Sun Qingshan wanted to use the sorghum rice grown in the Lingquan space to make wine.

After finishing his work, Sun Qingshan lay on the table in a daze.

When the camera turns back to the street office.

Seeing that it had been two or three hours since the deaf old lady left, Tian Youwei took a newspaper about the drought in another province and stood up and walked to the outside of Director Wang's office.

"Dong dong."

Tian Youwei stood outside the door and knocked.

"Enter."

Director Wang put down his pen and when he saw that the person who came in was Tian Youwei, he gestured for him to find a place to sit.

"Director, I have something I want to discuss with you."

Tian Youwei sat down and said.

"What's going on?"

Director Wang looked up at Tian Youwei.

Tian Youwei opened the newspaper in his hand and placed it on Director Wang's desk. Director Wang looked at Tian Youwei in confusion and wondered: What is he going to do?

"Director, you see the drought in other provinces is getting worse."

"I think our Sijiu City will definitely be affected in the future."

Tian Youwei's face was full of worry.

"Yes."

"But the whole country is not at peace right now, and there is nothing we can do just relying on our street!"

Director Wang looked at the disaster reports in the newspaper with pity in her eyes, but unfortunately there was nothing she could do.

"We have no way to deal with natural disasters, but we believe that as long as we unite and save food and supplies, we will definitely be able to overcome this crisis."

Tian Youwei began to set up the stage.

"That's right, Old Tian, ​​you are indeed an old revolutionary."

“Thoughts are good.”

"Do you mean that our comrades in the street office should also take action?"

"For example, the canteen could cook less food every day and donate the saved food to places in need?"

Director Wang thought that eating one less bite would not kill anyone, but the remaining food could save lives in the disaster area.

Thinking of this, Director Wang's eyes gradually lit up.

"No, no, Director, you misunderstood."

Tian Youwei hurriedly tried to stop him. If Director Wang did that, he might be put in a sack and beaten by the comrades from the street office when he went to and from get off work.

"What do you think, Old Tian?"

Director Wang looked at Tian Youwei in confusion.

"Director, this is what happened. When I saw this newspaper, I felt very sad."

"So I thought about how to help the people in the disaster area. I finally did some research and found that there was a pub in our street office that was losing money."

"If we close this pub and donate the money saved to the people in the disaster area, how many lives can be saved?"

After going around in circles for a long time, Tian Youwei finally revealed his real purpose.

After hearing what Tian Youwei said, Director Wang felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

I had just promised Sun Qingshan to give him half a year. If I close the tavern now, wouldn’t it be a bit too unfair to Sun Qingshan and Mr. Wu who passed away not long ago?

Tian Youwei looked at Director Wang who was hesitant, and added: "Director, the people in the disaster area are in urgent need of food to save their lives!"

Director Wang looked at Tian Youwei, then lowered his head to look at the newspaper on the table, and made a decision in his heart!

"After lunch, Lao Tian, ​​come with me to the tavern and take this newspaper with you."

Director Wang said.

"Okay, Director."

Seeing that Director Wang was persuaded by him, Tian Youwei immediately left with the newspaper, smiling.

Time passed quickly and it was noon. Sun Qingshan had finished his lunch. At this moment, old man Wang, sweating profusely, walked in with seven or eight people.

"We are here, Qingshan. Give us five cents of sweet potato stew each."

Old man Wang said to Sun Qingshan while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Old Wang, it looks like you've been quite busy this morning!"

When Sun Qingshan saw his acquaintances coming, he chatted with them while pouring wine for the cart drivers in front of him.

"Today's work is OK. I helped transport some peanuts to the grain station."

"The grain station asked us to help transport some unhusked sorghum rice in the morning tomorrow."

"Qingshan, I'm here to give you some peanuts. These are the new peanuts from the grain station. They were just dug out of the ground not long ago. Take them home and add some salt and cook them. They'll be delicious."

While Old Man Wang was chatting with Sun Qingshan, he grabbed a handful of peanuts from his cross-body bag and wanted to give them to Sun Qingshan.

At this time, Lao Wang and Lao Cai also came.

"Old Wang, you didn't steal these peanuts while you were working, did you?"

Old Wang was joking.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"This was caught by the people at the grain station for us."

"Although I, Wang, do hard labor, I won't take advantage of such petty gains."

Old Man Wang slapped Old Wang on the back of the head in annoyance.

"Sorry sorry."

"Today I will treat you to a cup of sweet potato wine."

Lao Wang felt that he had gone too far in joking and apologized immediately.

Seeing this, Old Man Wang waved his hands and said, "I accept your apology, but forget about the wine. It's not easy to make money these days."

"I put the Qingshan peanuts on the counter for you."

Old man Wang was afraid that Sun Qingshan would not want them, so he put the peanuts directly on the counter.

"Row!"

Sun Qingshan did not refuse, mainly because he also wanted to ask Old Man Wang for help later.

Sun Qingshan wanted to ask Old Man Wang to get him some unhulled sorghum rice tomorrow.

After helping everyone to get the wine, Sun Qingshan put the kong potatoes (clean and hygienic) that he had not finished eating at noon back into the pot to heat them up, then brought the potatoes and chopsticks to Old Man Wang's table.

"Come on, Old Man Wang is treating you."

Sun Qingshan said with a smile.

"Since it is Qingshan's good intention, I will accept it."

Old man Wang looked at Sun Qingshan, smiled, and then started eating.

"Ok!"

“This potato smells good.”

Old man Wang was very surprised. This was the first time he had eaten such delicious potatoes.

"Old Wang, can I ask you for a favor?"

Sun Qingshan looked at Old Man Wang embarrassedly.

Speaking of which, Sun Qingshan and Old Man Wang had only known each other for a few days.

"Qingshan, you say."

Old man Wang put down his chopsticks and looked at Sun Qingshan.

"Aren't you going to the grain station to buy sorghum rice tomorrow?"

"Please bring me some unhusked sorghum rice when the time comes."

Sun Qingshan said with a smile.

"No problem. The staff at the grain station are very nice. They give us something every time we finish our work."

"I'll just order it when the time comes."

Old man Wang thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be just a small matter. He patted his chest without saying a word.

"Thanks, I'll treat you to a drink tomorrow."

Sun Qingshan said with a smile.

"Oh, it's just a small matter."

Old man Wang waved his hand.

At this time, Director Wang and Tian Youwei arrived a few dozen meters away from the tavern.

"Hey, why are there so many carts in this tavern?"

Director Wang said doubtfully.

Tian Youwei smelled the aroma of alcohol in the air, and suddenly a bad thought arose in his mind.

When Director Wang and his companion walked into the tavern, they found that there were nearly ten people sitting and drinking in the tavern.

"Director Wang, why are you here?"

"Sorry, I'm a bit busy today and don't have a place to sit."

Sun Qingshan looked at Director Wang with an apologetic look on his face. Sun Qingshan looked at Tian Youwei next to him and nodded, "Hello, Deputy Director Tian."

"Xiao Sun, why is your tavern doing so well?"

Director Wang thought to himself: I haven't been here for just a few days, how come the tavern business has undergone such a drastic change?

"Director Wang, didn't I learn how to make wine from Mr. Wu?"

"I don't know if I have a good talent or what, but the wine I brew tastes pretty good."

“Everyone likes it.”

Sun Qingshan said with a smile.

"Qingshan, you are too modest. Your wine-making skills are top-notch in the city."

Old man Wang gave a thumbs up.

"Yes, that's right. The sweet potato cake brewed by Qingshan is the best sweet potato cake I have ever tasted."

"I'm not saying that, but I think Qingshan's sweet potato wine is not as good as other good wines."

"Yes, yes. This wine doesn't make me drunk. I feel much better now after being tired all morning."

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Everyone said in a hurry.