The new book of the burning prairie star

Chapter 37 I'm not grown up yet, so I can do things with confidence

When Yang Biao returned home, Xiao Zhang saw her eldest son and went to greet him, "Why did you come back so soon? Did everyone in the village agree to brewing wine?"

"None of these people have any serious ideas, but a lot of them interrupt. It's annoying." Yang Biao thought of what happened in the ancestral hall just now and was in a bad mood for a moment.

"Brother Biao, there's no need to get too angry. This can't be rushed." Little Zhang looked at her eldest son's tightly furrowed brows, wanting to cheer him up. It didn't matter if this thing didn't work out. "It's okay. Even if they don't want to, we won't lose anything." She comforted him, knowing that her son was now thinking about cooperating with the villagers to expand the scale of winemaking and make more money, but this matter really couldn't be solved by wishful thinking.

"Well, I understand," Yang Biao exhaled heavily, as if to expel the turbid air in his heart. As if to himself, "At worst, I can go out and find someone to cooperate with." He immediately thought of Mr. Liu. Maybe this Mr. Liu was his destined noble man. He should have gone to him to discuss cooperation at the beginning. Maybe the winemaking workshop would have been built long ago, and it would not be so mediocre as it is now.

"People outside the village don't know as much as we do. Don't be stupid, Biao." Xiao Zhang opposed her son's cooperation with people from other villages. People say that there is no business without fraud. She was afraid that outsiders would take advantage of his young age and ignorance and plot against him in the business world. If that happened, it would be more trouble than gain.

"Mom, how can cooperating with others be considered a fool?" Yang Biao laughed, "Son, you know what I mean. Just be at ease. I'm not a three-year-old child. I won't be easily fooled."

"Yes, that's what mother said," Xiao Zhang also felt that she might be a little too worried. The child now speaks and acts like an adult. "What did the villagers say? Are there more willing or unwilling? Should we talk to them again?"

"Forget it, let's not talk about it if we can't agree. Anyway, I don't want to communicate anymore. It makes my head hurt. I'd better leave this delicate work to the uncle head of the village and see what he will do next." Yang Biao used to think that as long as he took out the wine-making recipe and led everyone to a well-off life, let alone rich and powerful, the villagers would respond immediately. After all, who doesn't love money from ancient times to the present?

"It's hard to make money nowadays, and the villagers don't quite understand the winemaking business, so it's really not easy to get everyone to contribute money," Xiao Zhang comforted.

"Yes, I know, that's why I suggested that we postpone this matter first," Yang Biao took the towel handed over by Qin Xiaoran and wiped his face, "Mom, I have told my uncle, the head of the village, that starting tomorrow Aunt Xiu and the others will come to learn how to make wine from you." This matter must be informed to Xiao Zhang in advance so that she can be mentally prepared.

"Okay, got it. Brother Biao, the sorghum we had stored is almost used up." When Xiao Zhang heard that Xiuxiu was coming to learn how to make wine, she immediately thought that there was not enough sorghum at home. She was afraid that if she couldn't come up with anything to teach others tomorrow, Xiuxiu would think too much.

"Well, I went to the rice shop to place an order today, and someone will deliver the sorghum to your home tomorrow." Yang Biao told Xiao Zhang not to worry, as he had already made preparations.

"Well, my son has grown up, and he can do things in a trustworthy way." Mrs. Zhang looked at him with satisfaction.

"Mom, I'm not grown up yet, but you can rest assured about what I do." Yang Lin was squatting aside peeling garlic. When he heard what Xiao Zhang said, he said dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, my youngest son is also very well-behaved. I am very happy." Little Zhang went over and stroked the youngest son's face, saying with a smile.

"That's right, our little brother might have done it." Yang Biao praised him at the right time. This kid is very sensible and basically took care of all the work of peeling garlic and picking firewood.

"Today's wine is ready. Is there anything else you want me to do?" Qin Xiaoran came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of rice. "It's time to eat."

"Okay, I'll be there right away." He put the towel into the wooden basin and rubbed it for a few times, then wrung it dry and spread it out on a bamboo pole beside him to dry.

"Brother Biao, I'm at home." Zhang supported Li, followed by the Caixiang and her sister. "I'm bored at home, so I came to your place to get some fresh air."

Yang Biao naturally knew that with Wang's character, she would make a fuss in the old house when she heard that he had shared the wine-making recipe with the whole village, but he was not afraid. Now that the door was closed, they were all living their own lives. As long as this person didn't come to his house to make trouble, he would pretend that he didn't know. "Grandma, we are having dinner at home, let's eat together." After saying that, he asked Qin Xiaoran to bring out four more sets of bowls and chopsticks.

"That's great. Qian Xiang loves the food cooked by Second Auntie the most." Li was just taking a stroll around the village with Zhang. When they got here, it wasn't even dark yet. She didn't realize it was already time for dinner. She instinctively wanted to decline, but her daughter was already so excited that she had to swallow back what she wanted to say.

"The braised pork made by Second Aunt-in-law is so delicious..." The Caixiang and her sister squinted their eyes while eating.

"If you like to eat, you can come to Second Aunt's place often." Little Zhang said, touching the head of Qian Xiang who was sitting next to her.

"Really? Can Qian Xiang really eat here in the future?" Qian Xiang asked in surprise. Her sister also looked at Xiao Zhang with sparkling eyes.

"Really? When has Second Aunt ever lied to you?" Xiao Zhang's words gave the two sisters a reassurance.

"This beautiful sister lives in my second aunt's house, so can my sister, mother, and grandma live here too?" Qian Xiang pointed at Qin Xiaoran and asked. She really didn't like Wang, who would throw tantrums and swear at people at home all the time. It was really scary.

"This..." Little Zhang looked at Yang Biao in embarrassment. She had feelings for Zhang and knew that Zhang was old and Wang was a troublesome person. She was sure that the old lady was suffering in the old house. She wanted to agree, but was afraid that her eldest son would not agree.

"There are still several empty rooms in this house. Qian Xiang can take your mother to choose." Yang Biao had a smile on his face. Zhang and Li had always been nice to him. If they moved in, he could chat with little Zhang to relieve his boredom. As for Yang Dashan, forget it. He would never accept them.

"Really? We can move in too?" Li felt a little flattered. She really didn't want to live in the same yard with Wang, but she and Yang Zhenzhen didn't have the ability to build a house and move out. The baby in her belly was seven months old, and there was no work in the fields. Yang Zhenzhen used to work in the town at this time of year. This year, she was pregnant with a son. She wanted to see the baby being born, but also wanted to go out to earn more money. She felt very conflicted: if she didn't go now, winter would come in a few months, and it would be difficult to go out when it snowed.

"Well, it will be more lively if more people move in." Little Zhang looked at her eldest son and smiled. This son seemed to be talking more recently. In the past, he only held books in his hands and focused on reading, and never cared about the people and things at home.

"Qian Xiang, have you eaten enough?" Yang Biao touched Qian Xiang's head and asked with a smile. I didn't know that Zhang would bring Cai Xiang and the others over in the evening, so I didn't cook for so many people at home, so I cooked some noodles separately, and my family ate less and shared the rice with the guests, trying to make sure they were full.