I time travel after throwing away my sister's book

The bastards took the money from Yao Xuelin and invited them two or three times, and they had already chatted with Ling Chong and Zheng Zhinan. Sometimes they ate at the same table, and when Ling Chong went to the toilet, the bastards urged Zheng Zhinan to drink flower wine or say women's wine. How wonderful the taste was, when Zheng Zhinan went to the toilet, they all held the unsmiling Ling Chong again, saying that a small gamble in the casino is not harmful, the meaning is simple: "You just need to come out and get together with us... "As for what to get together with the bastards alone, it goes without saying.

However, the two of them ate and ate. They were unmoved by going to the casino and the flower building, and then turned their faces directly, especially Ling Chong raised his eyebrows and warned the bastards in a cold tone to stop moving their crooked intestines , We know very well what you want to do.

This turn of face can be regarded as drawing a clear line. If in the past, the bastards were humiliated like this, they would definitely roll up their sleeves and beat the two of them. After seeing Ling Chong, seeing his figure, his expression, and the rumors he heard from others, he honestly scattered. In this fight, he would lose his arm and lose his leg. Who could beat him?These guys never do that kind of stuff.

Yao Xuelin's money was also slapped with chickens and eggs, causing losses both inside and outside, but he had nowhere to tell. He would feel ashamed if he said it, so Mrs. Zheng didn't ask, so he didn't take the initiative to talk about it.

After the morning dew wine started to be sold, it was especially precious because of the small quantity. Naturally, the price could not be the same as that of the bright moon wine. Moreover, although the taste of the morning dew wine was not as sweet as that of the bright moon wine, it lingered on the lips and teeth, and the aftertaste was endless. A trace of variegation.

As soon as it appeared, the news about Chaolu Wine flew to the ears of masters who could eat and drink in the capital as if they had grown wings.

Two months later, the weather was getting colder and colder. Since Zheng Yu left, Zheng Zhinan was completely relaxed.

In addition, the brewing was very successful, and some processes, even if he didn't show up, the workers and Ling Chong could handle it properly, and the heart was more relaxed.

This afternoon, the first snow of the year began to fall, and at night, the snow had covered the ground, covered with silver, and I thought it would be very beautiful tomorrow.

Zheng Zhinan and Ling Chong sat on the kang, and there was a table on the kang, on which was warmed hot wine, a few dishes and a plate of fried peanuts, without an oven, the two of them already felt very comfortable sitting on the kang It was warm, the leather jacket had been thrown aside long ago, and except for the coat, they were only wearing a rolled waistcoat. The two of them sat cross-legged on the bed. Zheng Zhinan poured wine for Ling Chong himself, and then raised his glass and said, "It's getting closer and closer to the New Year's Eve." It’s getting closer.” It’s November now, and there’s only one month left before the Chinese New Year. By the end of November, we’ll finish our work, pay everyone wages, and give out red envelopes, so everyone can rest.

Ling Chong also picked up his glass and looked at Zheng Zhinan.

Zheng Zhinan narrowed his eyes with a smile, he seemed very happy, he said: "Thank you for taking care of me this year, without you, we would not be where we are now."

When Ling Chong heard the first sentence, his expression didn't change much. When we heard the last sentence, our normally expressionless faces finally loosened, and our glasses touched.

Before Ling Chong drank, he looked at Zheng Zhinan intently, and said: "This year, I don't know how many times I have said thank you." Then the corners of his mouth curled up.

Ling Chong was teasing Zheng Zhinan, which reminded Zheng Zhinan of the day when he woke up, Ling Chong told him that there was no need to say thank you to him.

Talking and laughing, he recalled many things in the past year. For example, every time he went to the market, Zheng Zhinan would search for the seeds he could find on the market. The weirder the more, the more he liked it. In the eyes, it seems to be a garden, which is completely ruined.

And the corn, in the field planted this year, except for cooking a pot and sending a basket to Gu's family for cooking and eating, all the others were left to make seeds.

It seems that all the acres of land must be planted with this kind of seeds.

Although Ling Chong knows a lot of things, he doesn't know much about farming. This is his only shortcoming.

But this shortcoming was made up by Zheng Zhinan.

Because his knowledge in this area is much wider.

He grows this corn because corn can also be used to make wine.

The reason why the wine in the past was so single, apart from the relatively backward tools, is because of the single material for wine making.

In fact, in addition to sorghum, rice, and wheat, sweet potatoes and corn can also be used to make wine.

Talking and talking, unconsciously drank two jugs of wine, one jug of Mingyue wine and one jug of Chaolujia.

Then Zheng Zhinan took out the plum wine that was buried under the tree in summer. This wine was dug out the day before yesterday. At that time, it was taken out and divided into several small jars. It is the amount of a pot.

After taking it out, Zheng Zhinan said triumphantly: "This wine is very precious." After all, it was the first wine brewed.

The significance is extraordinary, Ling Chong understood what Zheng Zhinan meant.

Zheng Zhinan saw that Ling Chong's face turned red from drinking, and said with a smile: "You tasted it the day before yesterday, and you always wanted to drink another pot. Let's rest tomorrow. It's better not to get drunk tonight."

Ling Chong tapped his fingers on the table and said, "If you don't get drunk, you don't stop."

Uncover the seal, this time it was Ling Chong who covered the two.

Because of the winter, the room was closed airtight, and after drinking wine, it was already stuffy. Once the plum wine was opened, the smell was like snow water dripping from the stove, and the magnetic force was pulled between the noses. float up.

Both Mingyue Wine and Morning Dew Wine are baijiu with strong stamina and high purity. They haven't fermented the alcohol after drinking it. Now drinking plum wine, my head is getting more and more dizzy.

After the pot of plum wine was finished, both of them were a little dizzy, but Ling Chong was in better physical condition than Zheng Zhinan. Seeing Zheng Zhinan lying on the bed with his eyes closed, he managed to get out of bed and moved the table on the bed to the side , and cleaned up for Zheng Zhinan, took off his clothes, wiped his hands and feet, and then went to wash his face and hands.

When he came back after washing, his head became more and more dizzy, he walked crookedly, without paying attention, kicked the stool, staggered, and Ling Chong bumped his head on the table next to him.

With a bang, Ling Chong's head hit the edge of the table firmly, but luckily it wasn't the corner of the table, otherwise his head would be bleeding. Although it wasn't the corner of the table, a lump swelled up on his forehead immediately.

This collision made Ling Chong pretend to be both sober and vague.

Sober because he still knows how to go to bed, and fuzzy because many strange memories seem to have been knocked into his head suddenly.

That memory is very strange to Ling Chong now, but when he lay down on the bed, compared with his eyes, he felt more and more, as if it was his memory...

Here Zheng Zhinan and Ling Chong slept soundly, sleeping very soundly.

On the other side, Zheng Bei and Zheng Niangzi fell into torment.

After more than two months of hard work, according to the recipe left by his father, plus the skills learned from Zheng Zhinan, it is reasonable to say that he has been able to make koji successfully in more than two months, and even brew the wine he wanted. But the wine he brewed is no different from the wine his father brewed back then. The only difference may be that there are more materials for making wine, and the taste is better than before.

But this turbid liquid, although a little clearer than before, is completely inferior to the Mingyue Wine and Morning Dew Wine that are currently on the market.

Could it be because he acted too hastily and the time was too tight?

But he obviously has extended the time for brewing wine. In his memory, his father can brew wine in more than a month. Although the wine brewing process is long and short, it is definitely not short.

He was half a month faster than Zheng Zhinan because the restaurant was in a hurry, so he was a day or two faster in every link.

But the wine brewed now does not meet the standards required by the restaurant at all.

But now they don't have time to re-brew it, so they can only bite the bullet and take this light wine that is more than enough and more than enough to make a difference.

If it's not enough, it's naturally not as good as Zheng Zhinan's wine, but compared with ordinary wine, the turbidity of his wine is quite clear.

Before contacting the restaurant to pick up the goods, Zheng Bei ran to Zheng Zhinan for help.

I want Zheng Zhinan to find a way for him.

Zheng Zhinan and Ling Chong drank too much last night, and woke up with a severe hangover in the morning. It was rare that Ling Chong didn't get up earlier than Zheng Zhinan. After Zheng Zhinan woke up, he put on his clothes and went to boil water for cooking, but he didn't call Ling Chong.

Wanting him to sleep a little longer, after cooking the rice, Zheng Zhinan also boiled two eggs, one of which was for Ling Chong to rub the lump on his forehead, and for some reason, his forehead was swollen like a lump.

It is estimated that he was unsteady when he walked after being drunk last night, and hit somewhere, either a wall or a table.

After the food was ready, Zheng Zhinan went to call Ling Chong. After hearing him hum before he opened his eyes, Zheng Zhinan didn't think much, and went back to the kitchen to serve the porridge and let Ling Chong get up to wash up.

Ling Chong opened his eyes, his eyes were usually deep, but now they were like that deep pool, he couldn't see through his mind more and more, he lay down for a long time before sitting up and getting dressed, as if it took him a long time to recall why he would appear here.

Ling Chong got dressed in silence, stood in the yard to wash, sat at the dining table in the main room, took the egg from Zheng Zhinan, and asked him to rub the bun on his head.

Zheng Zhinan smashed another egg and began to peel it. While peeling, he said to Ling Chong who seemed to be still in a hangover: "I don't know what happened to you last night. You hit such a big bag on your head." After finishing speaking, the eggs were peeled, and after peeling, they were not put in their own bowl, but in Ling Chong's porridge bowl, with a very natural attitude, revealing the intimacy that can only come after they have become acquainted for a long time.

Ling Chong closed his eyes.

Then Zheng Zhinan, who had just picked up the chopsticks, heard a reminder, and then froze, his eyes widened slightly as if in disbelief.

How can it be?