Siheyuan: A master brewer starts with a jar of bone-strengthening wine!

So Liu Dong split up and went to ten different grain stations, buying hundreds or thousands of kilograms each time, until he had collected a total of 10,000 kilograms of rice, which he then hid in a jar.

The jar was only half full when his money ran out.

That's right—

One kilogram of rice costs 1,000 yuan, so 10,000 kilograms would cost 10 million yuan.

All the bonuses from the system and the money earned from selling alcohol were gone; I invested it all.

After putting 10,000 jin of rice into the vat, he casually adjusted the time flow to "0" before riding his bicycle back to the tavern.

As soon as I arrived at the store entrance, I saw customers arriving one after another.

Grandpa Niu has arrived!

The old man is here!

Xu Hesheng is here too!

There's also Fan Jinyou.

Not only were some familiar faces present today, but also a few unfamiliar faces.

Chen Xueru, the owner of the silk shop next door, also walked in right on time.

Chen Xueru, dressed in a black and red cheongsam and patent leather high heels, walked into the small bar with a clattering sound.

She has fair skin, a beautiful face, and fluffy curly hair. Her appearance is captivating, and her outfit would be eye-catching anywhere.

With that kind of aura, she would definitely turn heads on the street even now; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she's incredibly charming.

She swayed over to Xu Huizhen, grinning, "I heard you got some new wine? That pure brew, give me two ounces—no, four ounces!"

Xu Huizhen deftly scooped out four ounces for her: "Boss Chen, just drinking?"

"How can we Beijingers drink alone?" Chen Xueru pouted. "Give me a small belly, a dish of peanuts, and a handful of pickled vegetable shreds."

"Alright!" Xu Huizhen responded with a smile.

Chen Xueru sat down with the wine and dishes, took a sip, her tongue trembled, and her eyes lit up: "Wow! This wine—it's authentic!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze swept over Liu Dong, and he added, "Your new young assistant is quite energetic... Could you spare a few days for me to lend a hand at my silk shop?"

Xu Huizhen smiled and said, "Sure, you can name your price. I'm free this afternoon anyway, I can even give him a day off."

Chen Xueru glanced at Liu Dong twice, then suddenly asked, "Hey, where's He Yongqiang? He's nowhere to be seen today!"

Xu Huizhen's face darkened instantly: "The car is gone after the crash."

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Pian'erye leaned over and said, "Just give me two ounces. I can't be as generous as Boss Chen. I wouldn't dare touch his fine brew. Just get the regular stuff."

Xu Huizhen shook her head: "We've run out of regular liquor. Now we've mixed in some pure brew, and the price has gone up by 20%."

"Please try it first."

Grandpa Pian took the bowl, gulped down a mouthful, and his eyes widened immediately: "My God! This taste... it's worth it! I'm impressed!"

The wine is a bit pricey, but sales have skyrocketed, and people are coming even more often now.

Business didn't slow down at all; in fact, it got even more popular. In just four or five days, there were already queues outside the door.

Only Old Man He couldn't be happy.

My son hasn't come home for five days, and I haven't heard a word from him.

In the backyard, he grabbed Liu Dong and asked, "Did he really not say much to you before he left that day?"

"He said it," Liu Dong shook his head. "He said... the person he loved died."

"Who died?" Old Man He was taken aback. "Was it your Aunt Huizhi?"

"It should be." Liu Dong nodded.

Xu Huizhen's ears perked up, her voice trembling: "Did he mention looking for my cousin?"

"They mentioned it," Liu Dong replied. "They said they wanted to visit the grave and burn incense."

"Oh no!" Old Man He slapped his thigh, his face turning green. "That bastard! We're finished!"

Xu Huizhi is not dead at all! If these two really meet, one will be overcome with emotion and the other will rekindle their old flame, wouldn't they start a wildfire on the spot?

The old man was so anxious that his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

Xu Huizhen stood there, her face as white as paper, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.

"Father... I... what should I do..." Her voice trembled, and she was almost out of her mind.

Why is life so difficult?

Old He gritted his teeth and propped himself up: "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! I'm here! They won't make it! I'm in charge of this!"

That evening, Liu Dong rode his tricycle back to the courtyard after get off work, arriving home around 10 p.m.

First thing – let's drink!

Health tonic!

With each sip, the numbers on the panel in front of me jumped up and down:

899!

900!

……

947!

947!

947!

947!

Stationed.

Drinking more won't help; my strength has reached its limit, capped at 947.

The wine is now useless.

"Xiangyang...are you there?" Yi Zhonghai's voice rang out from outside.

When Liu Dong opened the door, he saw not only Yi Zhonghai, but also Liu Haizhong and a well-dressed, composed man.

"This is our Director Lou, who came here specifically to buy wine from you!" Yi Zhonghai introduced with a smile.

Director Lou?

Yi Zhonghai's boss?

That was Lou Bancheng, the wealthy and powerful man from the steel rolling mill.

"Come in and sit down." Liu Dong stepped aside to make way.

The three sat down, and Liu Dong poured water for them.

Lou Bancheng couldn't sit still any longer: "Mr. Liu, right...?"

"Don't mention it," Liu Dong waved his hand. "Just call me Xiao Liu."

"Good, good, good." Lou Bancheng laughed. "Little Liu, I'll have Master Yi bring me a sip of this wine. It's amazing! It's like divine water!"

"I came here specifically for this; I'll take as much as you have."

Liu Dong looked him up and sized him up: "How many do you want?"

Lou Bancheng spread his five fingers wide.

Liu Dong frowned slightly: "Fifty jin?"

"Five hundred catties," Lou Bancheng said calmly.

hiss--

The three people in the room gasped in unison.

Five hundred jin!

Ten thousand yuan per kilogram, starting at fifty million.

Of course, this is calculated based on the currency value 55 years from now, which translates to no more than 5,000 yuan, which is just pocket money for the Lou family.

Lou Bancheng smiled and said, "You're not enough?"

Liu Dong said, "It's not that it's not enough, it's that it emptied my reserves all at once, and I don't even have enough to drink myself. How about this, three hundred catties, that's just right."

Lou Bancheng shook his head: "I'll give you an extra ten million, sixty million, five hundred catties, one price."

He had a plan in mind.

The pilot program for joint public-private ownership is in full swing, and their factory is a key unit in this effort.

If you want to gain more benefits, you have to give gifts to those in power.

Coincidentally, all the leaders in charge were alcoholics.

He was using this wine to give as a gift.

Liu Dong thought for a moment and said, "Since you are so determined to have it, I won't stop you. Wait a moment."

With money in hand, everything is negotiable.

He went out into the side room, making two trips back and forth, and brought out five large wine jars, which he lined up in a row.

"That's all. You can check the goods."

Lou Bancheng lifted the jar lid, took a sniff, tasted it, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "That's it! That's the taste!"

He also discovered that today's wine was more mellow than the wine he had drunk a few days ago—after all, this wine had been soaking in the vat of time for six days, equivalent to six years of aging, so it was naturally different.

Liu Dong casually helped carry the wine to the car and accepted 60 million yuan in cash.

Hey.

Now, the money for buying rice and flour is settled. The Intermediate People's Court, Old Jia's house!

Madam Jia lifted the curtain a crack, her chubby, triangular eyes fixed on the commotion in the courtyard.

"What are you doing?"

Old Jia sat in the center of the main room, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan to cool off.