Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Just now, Zeng Wangcai thought it through clearly. The bold ones will die of overeating, while the timid ones will die of starvation. So he should not expand the scope and just be careful.

His mind sank into the space. He left the rice, flour, grain and oil alone for the time being. He would take out some flour when he came back later. His target was wine.

Wine is also a precious thing these days. Wine needs grain to be brewed. People in the countryside are starving to death. How many people dare to use grain to brew wine? As for alcohol addiction, haha, it's not a desperate situation. If you are desperate, any addiction can be cured.

There are very few people who don't smoke or drink nowadays. For example, Zeng Youhuo smokes and drinks, but he quit drinking in order to fill his stomach. Just now, Zeng Wangcai saw him rolling a cigarette in the house. What a sin, that is not tobacco at all, I don't know what it is made of dried stuff. Anyway, it doesn't cost any money, so he lit it up and satisfied himself.

Zeng Wangcai smoked in his previous life but didn't drink, so he didn't know much about wine. He mixed several types of wine in the space together to avoid being discovered by the shrewd tavern owner.

"Second brother, give me the bag. You take the third brother and my sister and wait for me here!" Zeng Wangcai took the bag from the second brother.

There are five glass bottles in his pockets, which are saved by my mother Chen Yumei to use for soy sauce or vinegar. As for my father, he only drinks loose wine because he doesn't need tickets.

In fact, Zeng Youzen's family lived a good life in the past, because Zeng Youzen was a tailor with good skills. Nowadays, tailors, barbers, cooks, etc. are all very demanding professions.

People like Sha Zhu can bring leftovers from the kitchen and go out to cook banquets for other people to earn extra money. Zeng Youqian can do the same. The advantage of his job is that he can get some scraps of cloth that generous employers don't value. The extra income is to work as a tailor and go to other people's homes to make clothes for the whole family. Usually before the Chinese New Year, the host will treat them to delicious food and drinks.

But it’s no longer possible now. People in the city are living in poverty and every family has several relatives.

Zeng Wangcai filled all five bottles of wine, put them in his pocket, and then came out to tell his younger brothers and sisters: "Don't tell anyone what I'm going to do later. If you tell anyone, you won't have meat or popsicles to eat."

"Brother, are you really going to buy us popsicles today? And meat?" Zeng Xiaoqiang couldn't believe it, but he immediately chose to believe it and turned around to tell the third brother, "Laifu, if you talk nonsense, I will beat you up. And remember, you are not allowed to play with Liu Guangfu in the backyard, nor with Banggeng in the middle yard."

Zeng Lai Fu, who was wearing tattered clothes, nodded hurriedly.

Zeng Xiaohuan pulled Zeng Wangcai's clothes and said, "Brother, can Xiaohuan not eat the popsicle? The popsicle will melt if I can't finish it. Can you buy some candy for Xiaohuan? Xiaohuan wants to take it back for her brothers and sisters. Xiaohuan doesn't have to eat the rabbit at night..."

Damn, children from poor families become sensible early, but this is too early, Xiaohuan is less than four years old.

Zeng Wangcai picked up his sister with one hand, held the bag and led the way: "Don't worry, big brother is here, you can eat popsicles, candies, and meat. Let's go, follow big brother."

Zeng Xiaohuan was smiling happily and hugged her brother's neck tightly in the hot weather.

In the Zeng family, whether in Sijiucheng or Zengzhuang, the younger generation calls only Zeng Wangcai "big brother", because Zeng Wangcai is the eldest grandson and the only high school graduate in the Zeng family. Although he did not go to college, the importance of this eldest grandson is very important and he is the pride of all Zeng family members.

From the grandmother who is still alive, to Zeng Wangcai's aunt who married and moved elsewhere, they all say "Our Wangcai will definitely have a bright future", so in Zeng Xiaohuan's view, as long as the eldest brother says it, it must be true.

Zeng Xiaoqiang held the third child Zeng Laifu's hand and followed Zeng Wangcai happily, his mind full of popsicles and meat.

Zeng Wangcai's destination was Daqianmen. After digesting the original owner's memory, he discovered an interesting thing. This was consistent with "The Little Woman of Zhengyang Gate". Zeng Youqian always asked the original owner to go to the Daqianmen Tavern to get wine, because the wine there was authentic. Now, when we say wine is authentic or not, we don't mean it's fake, but whether it's watery or not.

This custom existed before the public-private partnership and has been preserved to this day.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Daqianmen Tavern, Zeng Wangcai told the second child to go to a shady place to look after his younger siblings and wait for him to come out.

"Sister Huizhen!" Zeng Wangcai breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the tavern and saw the proprietress Xu Huizhen. He was looking for Xu Huizhen. If it was someone else, today's trip would have been in vain.

It was dinner time, and Xu Huizhen and an accountant were the only ones in the tavern.

"Wangcai is buying wine for your dad again, one pound again this time?" Xu Huizhen asked with a smile.

They were all acquaintances. Zeng Wangcai said hello to the female accountant and walked over to Xu Huizhen with his bag in hand: "Besides getting wine, there's something else I can do."

"Oh, I remember now. Come in with me." Xu Huizhen glanced at the pocket in Zeng Wangcai's hand and understood immediately.

This is the reason why Zeng Wangcai asked Xu Huizhen to sell the goods. She is smart and kind.

The tavern is a shop in front and a house in the back. It is the property left by Xu Huizhen's father-in-law. It is now a public-private partnership. Later, the policy was changed and it returned to Xu Huizhen. It is called contracting, haha!

This shows that Xu Hui is really capable. She can get back what she handed over. Isn't that a talent?

Those who understand this point will understand it. If you say too much, it will cause trouble for the card review.

When they arrived at the back house, Zeng Wangcai took out five bottles of wine from his pocket without further ado: "Sister Huizhen, how about trying this wine?"

"Where did you get the wine?" Xu Huizhen asked with a smile. Even though she was familiar with the wine, she still had to ask where it came from.

"My second uncle brews this himself. It's a local wine, a bit mixed. It's not cost-effective to brew less at a time, but he can't bear to drink more, so he asked me to change something." He mixed the wines together to pave the way for now, because Xu Hui is really an expert and can tell the quality of the wine just by drinking it.

What he said about his second uncle being able to brew wine was true, and he was quite skilled at it.

Xu Huizhen opened a bottle and poured out a little to taste: "It's very mixed, a bit like the wine from Yibin, it's not bad."

“Yibin?”

"Yes, it's called Wuliangye. It was a recent name change."

“Wuliangye?”

"Yes, it's brewed from five kinds of grains. It tastes good, but it's not very famous. Yours is not as good, but it's not bad either."

Zeng Wangcai didn't drink alcohol and didn't understand wine in his previous life, otherwise he wouldn't have done such a thing. At that time, there was no famous liquor like Wuliangye and Moutai. Wuliangye Distillery was a joint venture formed by eight distilleries. It was officially renamed this year. It didn't become famous until it participated in the National Wine Evaluation Conference for the first time in 63 and won first place among the top eight.

After taking another sip, Xu Huizhen nodded with satisfaction: "I want this wine. If your second uncle can brew this kind of wine again in the future, I will also want it. What do you want to exchange for it?"

Don't underestimate Xu Huizhen's statement. This is speculation. Without the ability and means, who would dare to do this for a long time, especially in the old city? Try selling things on the street.

"The best is food stamps!"

Zeng Wangcai didn't want the meat ticket, but he already had a way to get the meat.

Xu Huizhen didn't waste any words. She went into the house and took out five kilograms of food coupons, plus five yuan: "I won't let you suffer a loss. You can take the money too."

This price was definitely too high. Even if Zeng Wangcai's wine was good, it was not worth so much. Xu Huizhen asked Zeng Wangcai to continue selling such wine to her in the future, so she raised the price.

Zeng Wangcai did not refuse.

"Thank you, Sister Huizhen. I'm leaving now!" Zeng Wangcai took the money and the ticket and left. Before leaving, he filled his military kettle with a pound of wine from the tavern.

He didn't know whether this transaction was a loss or not, but for him, the things in the space had no cost, and exchanging them for five yuan and five kilograms of food coupons was good.

In fact, the current price of Moutai is 2.97 yuan per catty, and if you don’t have a ticket, 5 catties will cost 15 yuan.

Coming out of the tavern, Zeng Wangcai couldn't help laughing when he saw the three children sweating profusely and looking at him pitifully. He led them through the streets and alleys to an empty corner of the park. His mind sank into space, and this time he didn't look for a container. He went directly to a convenience store and took out four Wall's and removed the packaging.

"Eat popsicles, one per person. After you eat the popsicles, let's go buy meat. Remember, if anyone eats this popsicle and tells others about it, he won't be able to eat it again." After giving the popsicles, Zeng Wangcai threatened again.

From ten-year-old Zeng Xiaoqiang to four-year-old Zeng Xiaohuan, they rarely ate popsicles that cost three or five cents each, and had never seen ice cream.

But there was food to eat, so no one had the mind to ask questions.

Zeng Xiaoqiang was anxious and took a bite, and his expression immediately became like this---Daju eating popsicle.gif.