Wanjin Lady

Chapter 145 The duck flew away
"Oh, that's nothing! Business is full of ups and downs, wins and losses. I've long seen that you have a talent for business, but you're just unlucky. Now that you're here, you can rest assured! From tomorrow on, you'll follow me and I'll take you on a boat trip. If you perform well, you can easily get a position in the Cao Gang!"

Ah, yes, yes.

These words really touched Yuan Jing's heart.

Joining Liu Hui was indeed the right decision!

Although the Cao Gang is made up of rough people, it is a powerful group after all. If he can make a name for himself here, his father and aunt will definitely look up to him.

Keeping the green hills, you don’t have to worry about running out of firewood!

"Thank you so much, brother!" Yuan Jing raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. "I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble. I'll drink three cups as punishment!"

"You and I are brothers, why are you saying this?"

When they were full of wine and food, the wine was finished. Liu Hui smiled and held him down, "Sit down, brother. I'll go get some more wine. You and I won't go home until we're drunk!"

With his stomach filled with yellow soup, Yuan Jing felt his steps were weak and his cheeks were hot. He staggered to the riverside and opened the window wider. He first saw the bean-sized moon on the river, then squinted his eyes and looked towards the riverside. Suddenly, he saw a familiar face talking to Liu Hui on the deck.

Yuan Jing was unconscious, but his memory was excellent. He immediately recognized that this person was the one who repeatedly encouraged him to place bets in the gambling house that night.

How come this person is here?
Liu Hui was also very annoyed. He had somehow gotten entangled with Yuan Liulang, and now he was in a difficult situation. He had no choice but to call his brothers and tell them, "Go tell Miss Wen that Yuan Jing has returned to Ping County. Now I have him trapped on this boat. I need her to give me a clear answer whether to kill him or rob him."

The subordinate was about to leave when he thought for a moment and added, "By the way, I heard the Wen family is performing a ritual to relocate the grave of their daughter these days. Don't go empty-handed. Bring me a valuable gift. Then go to the accounting office and withdraw five hundred taels of silver. Tell her it's a thank you gift for the gambling house incident last time. Please be sure to accept it."

"What if she doesn't accept it?"

"If you don't accept it, you don't have to come back!"

The subordinate asked with a smile: "Boss, is it necessary for us to curry favor with Miss Wen so much?"

"You know shit! Just by snapping her fingers, Miss Renwen brought our gambling house thousands of taels of silver! She's smart, so if I don't curry favor with her, then why should I curry favor with you?"

After saying that, Liu Hui kicked the man on the butt and said, "Get out of here! Leave early!"

The man touched his butt and disappeared into the night with a smile.

Liu Hui stood on the deck for a while, feeling annoyed at the thought of having to deal with the crying Yuan Jing in the house again.

Yuan Liulang is not a delicate little lady. Who wouldn’t be annoyed by a grown man crying all day long?

But when he turned back to the cabin, he heard a "bang" sound of something heavy hitting the river. Liu Hui thought something was wrong and quickly ran to the cabin. He quickly looked around and found only leftovers in the room, but Yuan Jing was no longer there.

The remaining lights flickered, and a ray of light was reflected on the river.

In the distance, a human head was floating up and down in the turbulent river. Who else could it be but Yuan Jing?

Liu Hui leaned against the railing, cursing angrily: "Damn it! The duck flew away."

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But Zhu Wang was very nervous.

Seeing that it was a dark and windy night, he stayed at home and was about to spend some time with his old wife, hoping to create another glorious record of giving birth to a child at the age of fifty. However, he was called out by Wen Weiming in the middle of the process.

Gan!
If he doesn't have a son this time, it's all Wen Weiming's fault! In the carriage, Zhu Wangse sat huddled in a corner, thinking it over and over. Yuan Liulang had already run away, so he still had to maintain a good relationship with Wen Weiming.

Hey, making money is not shameful.

Zhu Wang said in a flattering manner, "Brother, you were still ill when I visited you last time. I didn't expect you to be well now. They say that those who survive a great disaster will have good fortune in the future. I think your good fortune is still to come."

Wen Weiming snorted coldly, "Thank you, Shopkeeper Zhu, for showing mercy. I didn't die."

Anyway, the two of them had a falling out, and Wen Weiming was unwilling to give Zhu Wang any face at all.

Zhu Wang hit a snag, his face tightened, and he looked up at the sky in embarrassment.

The carriage was small, and the two of them were face to face and nose to nose, and the atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous.

Zhu Wang coughed softly, "Brother, where are we going at this hour of night?"

Wen Weiming frowned and squinted his eyes at him, "Just follow me, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Zhu Wang: Brother Wen, you have changed. You were never mean to me before.

Just because I was a fence-sitter twice, you are so mean to others?

People want to drop little pearls.

Wen Wan was counting inventory at the winery. Ma Changshun cried out in pain the moment he saw her. He almost wiped away his tears and threw himself into her arms like a shy bride. "Young Master... we're not going to sell the winery, are we?"

Wen Wan was wearing a dark-colored tight-fitting suit with a narrow waistband, and her hair was tied up with a red triangle scarf, revealing a slightly resolute facial feature, which looked very refreshing.

At this time, she half-knelt in front of the wine jar, turned on the switch on it, and the wine flowed out through the thin tube.

Who said the ancients were stupid!
When Wen Wan suggested that the color of the wine needed to be checked without opening the lid to determine the degree of fermentation, Master Ma naturally thought of making an opening on the wine jar, equipping it with a thin tube, and using a snap fastener on it so that the wine below could flow out once it was unscrewed.

It’s exactly the same principle as the faucets of later generations!
Wen Wan was smelling the fermenting wine, and when she looked up, she saw Master Ma's slightly red eyes.

A few days ago, she had a fight with Yuan Liulang and pretended to sell the winery. Master Ma cried like a nagging woman, as if she was Chen Shimei who abandoned her husband and children.

Wen Wan smiled and said, "This matter has been settled. I won't talk about selling the winery anymore! Everyone, rest assured."

Master Ma and Feng Shuigen finally felt relieved.

"Young Master, these wines...we are taking good care of them. We have also repaired the burned area in the backyard of the winery."

"Brother Shuigen, the third brother, and I moved all the wine we moved out that day back to the winery. We've made a total of 560 jars so far."

"The fermentation of Bifang wine isn't a big problem. I've been doing it for a few years and I've gotten the hang of it. But this wine... I don't know what the finished product will taste like. I don't know when fermentation is complete."

Wen Wan sniffed the wine carefully, resisting the urge to test it herself. She handed the bowl to Ma Changshun for the master to taste. "I smell it, it's a bit sour. It needs to ferment for at least another month."

Ma Changshun didn't hesitate, tilting his head back and gulping down half a bowl of wine. Under Wen Wan's stunned gaze, Master Ma carefully savored the wine before affirming, "It's definitely not cooked enough. It's a bit sour and bland, not sweet enough, and lacks any distinctive flavor... Since we're making fruit wine, we want people to be able to taste the fruit right away."

After that, Ma Changshun enthusiastically handed the remaining half bowl to Feng Shuigen, "Try it too."

(End of this chapter)