Siheyuan: After being robbed of her marriage, she married Zheng Juan backhandedly

"You!"

Zheng Juan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and slapped him, "What are you fussing about with a child?"

Cheng Zhiguo shrugged. Fortunately, it was Sophora japonica, if it was a stick, he would have thrown a poisonous snake.

Guangming came over curiously and asked, "Brother-in-law, how did you become, teach me."

"The secret cannot be leaked."

Sophora japonica ran out crying, startling the stick.

That bastard Cheng Zhiguo really dared to bully the two little girls.

He ran over and asked in a panic, "What's wrong?"

"Brother, Cheng Zhiguo bullied me!" Huaihua was still in shock, crying while wiping her tears.

"Asshole, I'll beat him!"

Stick gritted his teeth and walked towards the backyard, but stopped after taking two steps.

Cheng Zhiguo is not polite to Huaihua, let alone him.

"Why did he bully you? I'll tell Sha Zhu to ask Sha Zhu to avenge you." Right now, all he can think of is Sha Zhu, and the only one who can manage the country in the whole courtyard is probably Sha Zhu.

"He made a big toad to scare me."

"Big toad?" Bang Geng frowned. It's winter, so there's no such thing as a big toad.

"It's true." Xiao Dang raised the flowers in his hand and said happily, "He gave me this back."

Stick stem looked at the brightly colored flowers, a little dazed.

Where did Cheng Zhiguo get all these messy things?

But when he heard that his sister was not beaten, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Forget it, are you getting the New Year's money yet?"

"Given by the beautiful sister." Xiao Dang took out his two cents.

Sophora japonica also took it out: "I only give so much."

"So picky?"

Bang Geng snorted coldly, and cursed, "I usually eat delicious food and drink spicy food, so I'm not afraid of choking to death."

Huaihua felt that she was just picking on them. If she changed someone, she would definitely get a lot of lucky money.

Stick stem hesitated for a moment, but took out a dime and gave it to Sophora japonica.

……

I went to my aunt and uncle’s house to visit relatives in the second year of junior high school. It was not suitable to visit relatives in the third and fourth day of junior high school, so I rested at home for two days.

On the fifth day of the new year, Cheng Zhiguo planned to go to Baguili Hutong before going to work to settle the brewing issue.

In the morning, after carrying something, he went out.

Not long after, the three of Zheng Juan also left the yard. The wedding day was not far away. They planned to buy some fabrics and sew quilts as a dowry.

Jiazhang finally got his chance.

Not caring about the broad daylight, when no one was paying attention, she strode into the backyard and came to Cheng Zhiguo's door.

Cheng Zhiguo broke the lock before and hadn't had time to change it yet. Now the door is just hung up casually and tied with a branch.

Seeing this, Jia Zhang was even more delighted.

God help her, there is no need to smash the windows.

She pulled out the branch, opened the door, and walked in cats and dogs.

……

Baguili Hutong was a bit far away, so Cheng Zhiguo borrowed a bicycle and rode for nearly an hour.

When he got near the alley, he found out where Lao Guitou lived, and went straight to knock on the door.

"Who is it!" A muffled voice sounded.

Cheng Zhiguo did not respond.

"Come in, the door is not locked."

Pushing the door and walking in, one sees a messy yard, with wine bottles and garbage piled up everywhere, and grass growing in some places.

But the yard is big enough, and there is another yard outside the wall, only separated by a door.

At the door, a gray-haired, unkempt old man was lying on a bamboo chair with a wine bottle in his hand. He was drunk, he should be Lao Guitou.

"Little guy, who are you looking for?" Old Guitou gave him a look.

"Looking for you."

Cheng Zhiguo walked up to Lao Guitou and said with a smile, "I want to learn some skills from you."

Lao Guitou took a sip of wine, waved his hand and said unceremoniously: "I found the wrong person."

"I want to learn how to make wine." Cheng Zhiguo said again.

Old Guitou didn't even blink his eyelids: "I told you, I found the wrong person."

"Osmanthus wine is famous far and wide, since I found it here, how could I find the wrong person?"

"You brat who doesn't know what's good or bad, then I won't teach you, so get out." Old Guitou said impatiently.

Cheng Zhiguo didn't care, and glanced at the wine bottles all over the yard: "I heard that craftsmen have a problem. Once their level reaches a certain level, they think other similar things are rubbish. You are a good hand in wine making. Anyone who comes to drink is welcome."

"Mind your own business, I am happy."

Cheng Zhiguo chuckled, pointing to the things he carried: "Don't you see what gift I brought you?"

Lao Guitou kicked over: "Even if you brought the gold, don't expect me to teach you!"

The bag fell to the ground, and the bright red sorghum grains spilled out and rolled to the ground.

Old Guitou squinted his eyes and quickly let out a "huh".

He threw the bottle out casually, stood up and walked to the sorghum grains, grabbed a handful, stared at it for a while, and then put it in front of his nose to smell it.

"nice one!"

He couldn't help shouting, then picked up the sorghum on the ground with a heartbroken face, carefully wiped off the soil stains on it, and put it back in the bag.

Then he opened several other bags, and saw that they were filled with rice, wheat, corn, etc., all of which were full of grains and full of attractive fragrance.

His pupils dilated slightly: "Boy, where did you get these good things?"

Cheng Zhiguo was not surprised by his reaction, he was happy to see Lie Xin, the longer the old Guitou held back, the harder it was to resist such a temptation.

"Don't worry about where it comes from. If you want to make wine, I will keep all the materials of this quality for you." Cheng Zhiguo said, "I have as many as you want."

Old Guitou narrowed his eyes, then raised his head to look carefully at Qi Cheng Zhiguo.

He has never seen such a good millet in his life, and the aroma inside is refreshing.

I don't know where such perfect food can be grown.

If you use this kind of grain to make wine...

His saliva was almost drooling.

"Boy, this is a job that loses your head. If you don't learn well at a young age, why do you learn this?"

He resisted the temptation and sat back on the chair, but he couldn't help but glance at the grain on the ground.

"I just want to learn a craft. When the domestic environment changes in the future, if there is a chance, I will try to practice my hand again."

Old Guitou snorted, not believing his nonsense at all.

"Want to learn?" Glancing at Cheng Zhiguo, he nodded, "It's not impossible."

"But learning how to make wine is not all about brains, you have to have strength." He pointed to the garbage in the yard and said, "After cleaning up these things within an hour, then I will think about it."

"Got it."

Cheng Zhiguo didn't hold back, took a broom, rolled up his sleeves, and walked over.

Oh, I really dare to try.

Old Guitou sneered, his gaze involuntarily shifted to the grain on the ground, and he couldn't help but licked his lips.