Wear to the Ming Dynasty to farm

It was mid-October when Qian Dayong put all the prepared wine into the cellar.After a cold rain, the wind chilled people's heart and rolled up the dead leaves. It was another gloomy day, and Qian Dayong couldn't help shivering when he came out of the cellar.

At this time, Mother Qian is making arrangements to invite cyclists.This invites the celestial guest to generally set it in October, and the villagers can set the specific date at will, as long as it is not Yang Gongyi's day.At this time, the farmer’s grain has been harvested. If the harvest is good this year, the cyclamen probably has a sense of gratitude in it, and treat the cyclamen with some wine and food to thank the gods for their protection this year.At the same time, I also pray that the immortals will take care of my family again in the coming year.

Therefore, the ceremony of inviting celestial beings is not very grand and lively, but the general cooking is very careful and thoughtful, trying to create an atmosphere that makes the immortals feel at home.

Early in the morning, Mother Qian went to the market with Fei Cui to buy vegetables and floral paper, and when she came back from the market, she and Fei Cui cut floral clothes.

It was the first time for Cuihua to do these jobs, so Mother Qian instructed, "Hey, try to cut it as straight as possible, don't cut it so long, don't look at me, I made it like a child's clothes. Put it on the body of a fairy, and it will become bigger."

Speaking of children, Qian's mother suddenly thought of marrying Qian Dayong a daughter-in-law. Up to now, the Qian family still does not have half an heir, and Qian Dayong will be 25 years old after the Chinese New Year. It cannot be delayed any longer.It's best to arrange Qian Dayong's marriage in the spring of next year, and drive Qiao Jiwei to sleep in another room, so that he can hold his grandson in the winter of next year at the earliest.

Fei Cui couldn't cut off one of her sleeves, and she wanted Mother Qian to teach her, and Mother Qian would respond, and only then did she regain her senses by poking Mother Qian with her elbow.

Qiao Jiwei didn't have much interest in these things that women talked about. He always felt that this was a feudal superstition. In his opinion, the so-called immortals did not exist, and they were all superficial imaginations of ancient people.

But I couldn't stop them from these rituals, so I just watched from the side, and didn't step forward to help pick vegetables.

At dusk, Mother Qian began to make arrangements. She fried tofu, cauliflower, mushrooms, yellow croaker and other small dishes in the pot room, and fried a few fresh meatballs in the oil pot, and ordered Jade to serve them on the table.Put eight or nine pairs of chopsticks, and then put the chairs at home to the table one by one, and then burn paper to invite the immortals.In the past, the Qian family invited cyclists to stir-fry two or three vegetarian dishes, but now that the conditions are good, Mother Qian adds pork to every dish, and the dinner can be described as sumptuous.

The two men couldn't help much, they could only stand there, the food in the whole hall was delicious, Qian Qiao and Qian Qiao were so hungry that they could hear each other's stomach growling.But according to the regulations, people are not allowed to sit on the table, and today is the day of the immortals of the Qian family.

During this period of time, Mother Qian asked Qian Dayong to burn paper in front of the house. After about half an hour, it was estimated that the immortals had had enough to eat. Mother Qian was bringing blue paper into the house to lead the immortals out. The flowered clothes that had been cut in the morning were burned.

Only when everything is exhausted can people be brought to the table.Qian Dayong and Qiao Jiwei couldn't bear it any longer. As soon as they sat down at the table, they picked up the chopsticks and messed with the mushrooms. The mushrooms were especially delicious when eaten in their mouths, but they were a bit cold.

Fei Cui came here to be infected, and she became no big or small, and she joked angrily: "You two gluttons!"

Only then did Mother Qian come in from the house: "I want to eat well. Don't wait for it to be hot before eating!"

The next day, Qiao Jiwei and Qian Dayong drove to the county seat in an ox cart with five jugs of wine piled inside.These five pots of wine were sent to shopkeeper Guo. The reason why they were sent there was that they had taught Shanxi merchants the technique of dyeing linen clothes. A pot of wine is used to make amends and enhance the relationship between the two families; secondly, there is actually a kind of publicity consideration.

At this time, there are only pine trees on the distant mountains that are still green, and there is a vast expanse, as long as it has been through the ages.The river is full of dead leaves, lonely and miserable.It made passers-by feel cold, like a drop of ice water flowing down a cold river, making people shiver.

Qian Dayong wrapped his gray coat tightly, turned his head and looked at Qiao Jiwei with concern: "Is it cold?"

Qiao Jiwei shook his head: "It's not cold!"

Qian Dayong waved the whip on the bullock symbolically, and looked at the clothes Qiao Jiwei was wearing, and felt that it was too thin: "It's getting colder every day, and the frost will fall in a few days. Be careful, I froze my ears last year. Add an extra layer of clothes when you come back."

Qiao Jiwei suddenly imagined Qian Dayong's bloody ears in his mind, he was startled suddenly, and couldn't help but gasp, thinking about that appearance, it was creepy.So I thought about buying a hat for Qian Dayong to wear when I went to the county seat. I had to buy a nicer one. People wearing hats are ugly these days, not to mention the simple and warm hats of the Ming and Qing Dynasties.But Qian Dayong has a good foundation, so he probably won't change his face just because he put on a hat.

When they arrived at shopkeeper Guo's place, Qiao Jiwei got out of the car first, and Qian Dayong stayed behind to unload the goods.

Seeing shopkeeper Guo coming out, Qiao Jiwei greeted him with a smile: "Boss, is business good these days?"

Shopkeeper Guo replied: "It's okay."

Qiao Jiwei said again: "It's getting cooler every day!"

Shopkeeper Guo said: "Who says it's not."

Qiao Jiwei smiled and said, "Come on, I brought two or three jugs of wine to warm your stomach."

After speaking, he gave Qian Dayong a face, and Qian Dayong carried the jug to the shopkeeper Guo.

Shopkeeper Guo naturally knew that this was wine made by the Qian family, so he didn't refuse. He asked someone to take out a bowl and pour the wine. The wine was poured into the bowl as clear as water. Li is mellow and fragrant, and shopkeeper Guo couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good wine!" He has experienced many things, and he has tasted a lot of wine. In his opinion, this wine can probably sing the opposite of the best daughter Hong.

"Then according to the shopkeeper, can this wine be sold at a good price?" Qiao Jiwei asked casually.

Shopkeeper Guo nodded again and again, "Yes, definitely!"

Speaking of this, Qiao Jiwei just got down to business, originally he wanted to ask shopkeeper Guo to contact a tavern, and the Qian family could supply wine for this tavern for a long time.

With shopkeeper Guo's contacts in the county, this matter is not difficult.So he opened his mouth and agreed, and then said with a smile: "In the future, when your family makes wine, you can give me the wine and don't care if I ask for money!"

Qiao Jiwei raised a slight smile at the corner of his mouth: "Definitely!"

On the way back, Qian Dayong couldn't help sighing: "Master Guo is really a good man!"

Qiao Jiwei didn't take it easy and said, "You've healed the scar and forgot the pain. He took away all the sackcloth in those days so that we couldn't make sackcloth, you forgot? The reason why he helps us so much now is because we tied him a stick The rope went up. He is kind to our family, and our family will naturally repay him!"

Afterwards, he did not forget to point at Qian Dayong's forehead: "You, what an elm head!"

Qian Dayong smiled, noncommittal.

The restaurants in the county have their own wine suppliers, so it is actually not easy to find a restaurant that lacks wine suppliers.Two days later, shopkeeper Guo really had to find Qiao Jiwei a restaurant in the county town.

This restaurant is neither big nor small.The shopkeeper's surname is Wu, and the restaurant happens to be out of alcohol these days.

After being arranged by shopkeeper Guo, shopkeeper Wu and Qiao Jiwei met, and the two parties settled the business.Continue to supply sorghum wine to their restaurants.

Qiao Jiwei set the wholesale price of sorghum wine at [-] Wen per pot this time, which is exactly the market price of ordinary baijiu. His own bulls must not be able to bear such a large amount of wine, so Qiao Jiwei hired southerners as porters, and then gave them a certain amount of money. salary.Some Southerners who hadn't had the chance to make wine before turned up and didn't want to miss out on the opportunity.

Someone is ordering food in the shopkeeper Wu's restaurant at this time:

"Let me have a plate of Sixi meatballs, boiled carp, steamed prawns, egg and mushroom soup... and a pot of Nurhong." A man said to the waiter with a recipe in his hand, and several men at the dining table sat around him , relatively silent.

The waiter grinned and said, "Is there no daughter Hong, do you want sorghum wine?"

"Gao... sorghum wine?" The man was taken aback. He had drunk rice wine, bark, and rice wine before, but he had never heard of wine made from sorghum. "Is it delicious?"

The shop waiter smiled and said, "It tastes good!"

"Okay, two pots!"

Afterwards, the men at the table went up the mountain talking about the sorghum wine. They had never drunk it, and some people even guessed that the sorghum wine tasted extremely bad.

When the sorghum wine was served, they took a sip, and everyone at the table was stunned.

The fragrance of sorghum wine lingered in their mouths and noses, very pure taste.

One person couldn't help saying: "This wine is good!"

The head of the dining table smiled slightly: "Xiaoer, have another pot."