Siheyuan: I have Lingquan Space and Bistro

After the young man finished speaking, he saw Yan Bugui standing aside.

"Teacher Yan, what a coincidence, you are here too!"

The young man blushed.

"Yeah, it's a bit of a coincidence, Mr. Ding!"

Yan Bugui smiled awkwardly.

Sun Qingshan looked at the young man apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, the previous sorghum wine is sold out."

"what!"

"What should I do?"

Teacher Xiao Ding was feeling extremely regretful. If he had known earlier, he would not have drunk all the 15 kilograms of wine he had bought.

I enjoyed drinking it at that time, but now, the opportunity for me to improve myself is gone.

"Qingshan, do you have any other wine here?"

Yan Bugui smelled the aroma of wine in the air, which tasted pretty good, so he wanted to try other wines to see if they were as good as the previous ones.

"sure!"

"But only sweet potato cake."

Sun Qingshan looked at Yan Bugui.

"Can I smell it?"

Yan Bugui frowned.

"can."

Sun Qingshan made some sweet potato wine and asked Yan Bugui to smell it. Yan Bugui's lost eyes brightened up after he smelled the aroma of the wine.

Teacher Xiao Ding also came over, smelled it, and found that this sweet potato liquor was no worse than the previous sorghum liquor.

"Master Qingshan, your winemaking skills have improved a lot!"

"This sweet potato liquor is no worse than the previous sorghum liquor."

Teacher Xiao Ding thinks Sun Qingshan is simply amazing.

"It's okay, it's okay. Teacher Xiao Ding, wait for seven or eight days and come and drink my newly brewed sorghum wine. I guarantee it will be a hundred times better than the one you drank before."

Sun Qingshan said confidently.

The sorghum rice irrigated with the spiritual spring water will definitely taste better when brewed into wine than before.

"it is good."

Teacher Xiao Ding nodded, wondering whether he should buy some new sorghum wine in seven or eight days and then give it to the new principal.

Yan Bugui also thought about it, but soon put it out of his mind.

The better it tastes, the more expensive it is.

I can’t bear to spend so much money, so I’d rather have this sweet potato cake.

Being the first one to give can also leave a good impression.

"How much is this sweet potato stew from Qingshan?"

Yan Bugui thought it would be a nice idea to give this wine to the principal.

The taste is no worse than the previous sorghum wine.

"With a wine ticket, it's fifty cents. Without a wine ticket, it's fifty-five cents."

Sun Qingshan said.

When Teacher Xiao Ding saw that Yan Bugui wanted to buy it, he gave up his idea.

"Come on five pounds!"

Yan Bugui and Teacher Xiao Ding said together.

"Okay, five pounds each, right?"

"Give me the flagon you brought."

Sun Qingshan took the wine jug from the two men and went to get some wine.

Yan Bugui pulled Teacher Xiao Ding to one side.

"Teacher Xiao Ding, let's both say the same thing and say that we bought this wine for five dollars."

Yan Bugui said with a smile.

Teacher Xiao Ding instantly understood what Yan Bugui was thinking.

However, Teacher Xiao Ding shook his head and refused.

"Teacher Yan and Master Qingshan are so good at making wine, they will become famous sooner or later."

"What if the new principal comes here to drink later and finds out that the 'five-dollar' wine we gave him is the same as the 50-cent sweet potato wine?"

"Wouldn't it be miserable for both of us then?"

Teacher Xiao Ding said.

Yan Bugui remained silent, he ignored this point at that time.

"OK then."

Yan Bugui nodded.

"You two, your drinks."

Sun Qingshan handed the wine to the two of them.

"Goodbye, Master Qingshan."

Teacher Xiao Ding took the wine and said goodbye to Sun Qingshan.

After taking the wine, Yan Bugui did not leave in a hurry like Teacher Xiao Ding, but moved closer to Sun Qingshan.

"Qingshan, please keep it a secret that I bought some wine to give away."

Yan Bugui now felt a little regretful for having just revealed his true purpose.

I was so excited just now that I actually spoke out my inner thoughts.

If people in the courtyard knew about this, I, a teacher, would be so embarrassed that I would learn to give gifts and use backdoors.

"Row."

"I'll keep it a secret for you."

Sun Qingshan nodded.

"Qingshan, please don't tell anyone else."

Seeing that Sun Qingshan agreed so readily, Yan Bugui looked at Sun Qingshan with suspicion.

"Don't worry, Uncle San, we have been neighbors for so many years, don't you know me well?"

"Have you ever seen me say anything to anyone?"

Sun Qingshan looked at Yan Bugui and asked.

"That's right."

Yan Bugui thought about it and realized that Sun Qingshan had indeed never told anyone any gossip.

"I don't want to talk anymore, Qingshan. I'm leaving first."

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he immediately ran towards the school.

Sun Qingshan looked at Yan Bugui's back and shook his head.

"Yan Bugui's salary is definitely not as low as he said."

Sun Qingshan said slowly.

Every time he donated money, Yan Bugui liked to say that his salary was low, but Sun Qingshan didn't believe it.

Putting aside other things, in the TV series, Yan Bugui made a lot of money when he followed Xu Damao and others to smuggle televisions.

And look at the present, as soon as a new boss is appointed, he will immediately find out about other people’s interests and hobbies and take action.

If you tell him that this kind of person has not had a single cent salary increase in years, Sun Qingshan would never believe it even if you beat him to death.

"Sure enough, there is not a simple one in the beast courtyard."

Sun Qingshan shook his head.

Then he sat back at the counter.

Soon it was afternoon.

After Sha Zhu finished his work at the steel mill, he left the mill, bought a big hen and returned to the courtyard.

"Hey, silly Zhu, you bought a really big chicken!"

When the third aunt saw the chicken in Sha Zhu's hand, she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

I wanted to find an excuse to get some chicken offal for free, but then I remembered that this was for the deaf old lady.

I gave up the idea.

"good."

Sha Zhu carried the chicken back to the central courtyard and began to boil water and kill the chicken.

When Jia Zhang was sitting at the door and saw the chicken, she instantly recalled eating chicken at home a few days ago.

I suddenly felt like vomiting.

"Damn Sun Qingshan, it's all his fault."

"I really hope the tavern is closed for him sooner."

Jia Zhang felt nauseous and cursed Sun Qingshan in her heart.

Banggeng, who was playing in the yard, saw Shazhu coming back from buying chickens, and immediately ran over and watched Shazhu kill the chickens.

"Great! Today's chicken is for the old lady in the backyard."

"It's not yours, so don't think too much about it."

Shazhu looked at Banggeng, worried that this kid might cause trouble, so he spoke.

"I know, I know."

Bang Geng said impatiently.

The aunties and young wives who were chatting in the yard saw this scene and all thought that this boy must be holding back a fart.

When the silly chicken is ready, there will definitely be some noise.

So everyone was waiting to see the show.

Shazhu looked at Banggeng and thought that when he went to the backyard to help grandma out, he should let the old lady stay at home to watch over her.

Sha Zhu was worried that while he was there to pick up the deaf old lady, Bang Geng would take the chicken away.