The people who were born in the Kaiyuan period are considered to have caught up with the good times, the wind and rain are smooth, the country and the people are safe, and before you know it, another year has passed, the Chang'an Shangyuan Festival is still so lively, the lanterns are still so beautiful, so many styles, and the smiles on the faces of the people are even greater.

Zheng Peng has too many things to do, as a celebrity in Chang'an, all kinds of gifts are indispensable, a small banquet a day, a big banquet in three days, gifts to acquaintances, to the palace to participate in the imperial banquet, the New Year has to go to the throne, receive guests, make lanterns to welcome the Yuan Festival, etc., until the eighteenth day of the first month, and wait for the end of the Shangyuan carnival, this is a little rest.

There is no entertainment, but Zheng Peng can't be idle, the new house is resuming work, the design and materials need to be followed up, and the distilled spirits and new liquor development are also prepared, and the tail feast is also prepared.

Li Longji has spoken, even if he wants to, he can't save it.

All this must be completed before the formal appointment is issued, which is equivalent to the formal issuance of the appointment, and there will be less free time at that time.

In terms of distillers, it is easy to do, Zheng Peng partly let his own craftsmen build it, some of it was purchased directly from the market, and some of it was secretly prepared by Huang San, even if someone wanted to collect information, it was useless.

Cui Er's efficiency was very high, and after Zheng Peng vetoed the two sites, he brought Zheng Peng to a somewhat dilapidated winery in Chonghuafang for the third time, and there was a very old plaque on the winery that read Drunken Eight Immortals Winery.

After knocking on the door, Cui Er said a few words to the old man guarding the door, and quickly brought Zheng Peng in.

"Young Master" Cui Er introduced as he walked: "Here is close to the West Market, there are not many people, it can be regarded as a quiet place, this winery has a history of about 60 years, the old slave has seen it, there are all kinds of wine-making facilities in it, and the owner here said, if we want it, the grain in the warehouse will also be cheaply disposed of for us." ”

"Warehouse? Where is the warehouse? Zheng Peng walked around the winery, but he didn't see any warehouses.

Cui Er explained: "Young master, this is Chang'an, the style and size cannot be changed casually, this is the place where the wine is made, and the houses on the left and right sides also belong to the property of the Drunken Eight Immortals Wine Workshop, among which the left side is the resident, and the right side stores grain and various ingredients. ”

"Can you still use the winery's furniture?"

"Everything is normal, Chen Liang and Lu Ping came here to see it, and they both said that there was no problem."

Zheng Peng nodded and said, "How much?" ”

"Don't count 5,800 taels of grain, count 6,300 taels of grain."

"Is it a good deal?"

"It's up one to twenty percent, mainly because the house is worth it, and the price of all the packages was originally 6,500 yuan, but it was finally reduced by 200 yuan, and then I refused to lower it again."

Zheng Peng opened his mouth and said: "A good wine shop, how can you say that you can sell it?" ”

The price is not a problem, but before taking over, we must see if there are any problems with this winery and why we want to sell the property on Yizu.

It has been inherited for more than 60 years, and it can be regarded as a time-honored brand, how can it be closed?

For the ancients, it was a happy thing to carry forward the ancestral industry in their hands, and they would not sell their ancestral property until they had to.

Cui Er said respectfully: "Uncle, I have inquired, the owner of this drunken eight immortals, whose ancestral home is Yuezhou, is the people in the area near Hangzhou, the people in that place are good at brewing rice wine, such as daughter red, fragrant snow wine, etc., the person who founded the drunken eight immortals is very good at making wine, and the business is very prosperous, and then it slowly does not work, it is said that his only daughter went to the city to incense and was insulted by the mob after jumping into the river to commit suicide, the owner of the winery was too sad and had no intention of operating, and the result is getting worse and worse, and now the person in charge of the drunken eight immortals, It is a distant relative of the original winery owner, and his winemaking skills are very ordinary, and he likes to look for flowers and willows, and he has lost his family's wealth and is ready to sell the winery to pay off his debts. ”

"It's clean, it's clean, it's the sign of the drunken eight immortals, it's long been ruined." Cui Er added.

Zheng Peng waved his hand and said, "I don't plan to touch the light of this plaque, six thousand three hundred will be six thousand three thousand, give it to him." ”

It's rare to find a suitable place, and there's no need to struggle for a mere 200 times.

As long as a good wine is brewed smoothly, these 200 guan are just a drizzle.

"Uncle, where is the owner of the winery waiting in the warehouse, do you want to call him to sign the contract?"

Zheng Peng opened his mouth and said, "Let's go to him and take a look at the warehouse by the way." ”

"Yes, young master."

The warehouse was next to it, and Zheng Peng soon saw the mountains of grain, and also saw the current owner of the Drunken Eight Immortals Wine Workshop, a middle-aged man from Hong Huairen.

Hong Huairen is about thirty years old, of medium height, with a yellow face and black circles in his eyes, even if he is standing, he feels a little swaying, and he knows that he is overindulgent at a glance, but his eyes are full of energy, and he turns from time to time.

"It's... Isn't this Zheng Gongzi, who has admired the name for a long time, and has admired the name for a long time. As soon as Hong Huairen saw Zheng Peng, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly trotted over and said excitedly.

This scene is a bit like those star-chasers in later generations.

Zheng Peng asked with some curiosity: "Do you know me?" ”

"Know" Hong Huairen said happily: "Zheng Gongzi is both civil and military, and the poems he writes are known as a must, and he is the first point of the spring breeze ten miles of Pingkangfang. ”

It's Pingkangfang again, Zheng Peng was depressed and found one thing, as if he couldn't get rid of this romantic notoriety in his life.

Zheng Peng just smiled, and then said straight to the point: "Those are all false names, not worth mentioning, Hong Gongzi, let's get down to business first, and have a good chat when we have time." ”

It doesn't make much sense to go on those topics, Zheng Peng doesn't want to talk about it anymore, so he goes straight to the point.

Cui Er has already experienced it, the winery can still operate normally, the grain is all last year's grain, and now the new grain has not yet come out, and the warehouse is considered new grain, Zheng Peng believes in Cui Er's ability to do things.

"I wonder what Zheng Gongzi wants to talk about?"

Zheng Peng said directly: "At the price of 6,300 yuan, we signed the contract." ”

Gao Lishi sent 20,000 guan, Cui Yuan sent 20,000 guan, plus Lan Duo and Guo Ziyi's share, now Zheng Peng can be said to be wealthy, and he won't grind with him, just take it.

"Refreshing" Hong Huairen said happily: "Everything is according to Zheng Gongzi's orders." ”

Cui Er did things very properly, he had already prepared the contract, and invited Fang Zheng to testify, when he was about to sign the contract, Hong Huairen picked up the pen, and when he was about to sign, he seemed to think of something, shook his head and said, "No, there is one thing I forgot to say." ”

Zheng Peng frowned and said, "What, did Gongzi Hong regret it?" ”

Hong Huairen shook his head and said: "Regret is not regret, it's just that there is one thing I forgot to say." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Aged wine" Hong Huairen said: "Zheng Gongzi, I almost forgot, the six thousand three hundred guan does not include the old wine in the underground wine kiln, because there are many things, before signing, Zheng Gongzi has to answer me first, give me ten days to move the old wine buried in the ground." ”

As soon as he heard the old wine, Zheng Peng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Chen wine?" What wine? What year? ”

Hong Huairen said a little embarrassed: "It's not a good wine, it's mainly a group of daughters ten years ago, wasn't the daughter-in-law pregnant with a child, I heard the old man say that the boy with a sharp belly, the girl with a round belly, many people said that this time it was a daughter, because I was too happy, I let people carefully soak a hundred jars of daughter red, but I didn't expect that it was a son who was born, so this wine was saved." ”

As early as 304 A.D., in the Jin Dynasty, Shangyu Ren Jihan's "Southern Grass and Trees" has a record of women's wine and daughter's red wine as a necessary thing for rich families to marry daughters in the old days. When the daughter cries on the ground, it will definitely make every father's heart hot, and the glutinous valley of the three acres of land will be brewed into three jars of daughter red, carefully packed and sealed and buried deep under the osmanthus tree in the backyard, just like the father's love that is deeply hidden, when there is nothing to do, go to the osmanthus tree to step a few feet, step a few feet as if the heart is also more steady.

On the day when her daughter leaves the pavilion, she digs up the wine that has been buried for more than ten years and feasts the guests, which is both happy and grand.

Zheng Peng's heart moved, and he said happily: "Ten years of Chen's daughter Hong, can you take a look?" ”

"It's hard for others to say, but Zheng Gongzi, who opened his mouth, please come here." Hong Huairen said generously.

Soon, Hong Huairen carried a torch and walked from a corner of the warehouse to a kiln about three meters deep.

Most of the wineries have underground kilns, the main reason is that winemaking needs a lot of places to place, and it is a very good choice to put it underground, firstly, to effectively expand the space, and secondly, the underground environment is conducive to storing and storing wine.

It's not bad, the space below is quite large, with the help of torches, Zheng Peng saw that the kiln was about a hundred square meters, but it seemed a little empty, because there was only one corner with a bunch of wine jars.

I don't know if the wine was sold out or the winery was not open, so it can be seen that the winery is not doing well.

A qualified winery will recommend a batch of wine every year, and a batch of new wine will be deposited every year, so that there is wine of each year, and sell it while saving, and make a little difference in the middle.

Drunken Eight Immortals Wine Workshop, there is so little wine, it must be a big problem.

"This place is quite special." Zheng Peng said with a sigh.

The exclamation is to lament for the first generation owner of the winery, who did so well and finally failed, and the successor did not hesitate to sell it.

A winery that does not store wine can no longer be called a winery.

Hong Huairen shook his head and said: "Zheng Gongzi smiled, just this broken ground, what can be special, so let's see each other is fate, if Zheng Gongzi doesn't dislike it, let's use his ten-year-old daughter Red to have a drink." ”

While speaking, Hong Huairen picked up a jar of wine casually, skillfully patted the sealing mud on the wine jar, and then someone sent a porcelain bowl.

As soon as the sealing mud of the wine jar was slapped open, Zheng Peng's nose moved, and then he shouted: "Good wine." ”

A mellow aroma of wine comes to the nose, the aroma of the wine is rich and pleasant, and there is a feeling of intoxication just by smelling it.

Li Bai drank two jars of wine alone last night, and he was so drunk that he couldn't drag it even if he couldn't drag it, Zheng Peng also pulled him here, if Li Bai was here, he would definitely be addicted to smelling such a mellow aroma of wine.

"Zheng Gongzi has not drunk the wine, but he can't afford it" Hong Huairen put a glass of wine in Zheng Peng's hand and said: "In a certain hometown, the daughter Hong buried in the ground will take at least fifteen years to dig it out, and this wine is only ten years, it can only be regarded as ordinary wine, just don't dislike it." ”

"Hong Gongzi is polite, it's good if someone asks for a drink, where to pick and choose." Zheng Peng took the wine and said politely.

This wine looks good, in the firelight, I saw a white porcelain bowl filled with amber, that is, orange, it looks transparent and clear, pure and lovely, giving people a pleasing feeling, it is estimated that it is this color, so it is named daughter red.

"Zheng Gongzi, I salute you, it's done."

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The two touched lightly, and then drank it down.

Before the wine reaches the mouth, I smell a rich aroma, and when I enter the mouth, I feel a mellow and sweet feeling, and the aftertaste is endless.

It is said that the daughter red has six flavors: sweet, sour, bitter, pungent, fresh and astringent, and it is very clever to perfectly integrate these six tastes, and it tastes clear and fragrant, mellow, soft, soft and refreshing.

"Good wine, sweet and delicious." Zheng Peng did not hesitate to give praise.

Hong Huairen said with some joy: "Zheng Gongzi likes to drink his daughter's red? That's good, a certain sent Zheng Gongzi three altars to show respect, and also as a delay for Zheng Gongzi for a few days, so that someone could take away all the stored wine.

Zheng Peng smiled, did not accept the two bottles of wine handed over by the servant, but said with interest: "Hong Gongzi, how are you going to dispose of these wines?" ”

"Chang'an to Yuezhou, the distance is far away, I don't know what Gongzi Hong is going to do with these stored wines?"

"It's simple, although the year is still a little bit hot, but it's not bad, Zheng Gongzi is right, the distance is far away, and it is easy to be shattered on the way to bring it back, so I will take it to the West Market and sell it." Hong Huairen said lightly.

Zheng Peng's eyes lit up, and he immediately said: "The wine shop that has just been collected, there must be a little good wine pressure warehouse, selling it to others is selling, selling it to me is also selling, it is better to sell it to me directly, and it saves moving and lifting." ”

"This ten-year daughter red is worth about five yuan a jar, and after calculating just now, there are about one hundred and sixty yuan, and the value is..."

"Give you a thousand guan and sell it all to me, okay?"