novelden Chapter 36 It's a nice thought
Chapter 36 It's a nice thought
"Grandpa, are you home?" Yang Bowen patted the gate and shouted. The head of the village has five brothers, and now they all have children and grandchildren and live a comfortable life. The two cousins, Yang Bowen and Yang Zhaosheng, decided to take charge of the wine-making business.
There are more than 1,500 people in Yangjia Village. It would take too much time to convince all the villagers to make wine together, and it might not be possible. It is better to let the village head and the descendants of the five brothers do it. In terms of decision-making, the minority obeys the majority. The village head wants Yangjia Village to have family property so that he can do something to pass it on to future generations. When the wine makes money, he will donate some money to the village as family property. I think the village head will agree.
"Bo Wen, what do you want to talk to your great-grandfather about?" The village head's wife came out to open the door.
"I have something to ask Grandpa, is he home?"
"Didn't you say you were going to have a meeting at the ancestral hall today? You haven't gone home yet." The village head's wife said, "Hey, you two didn't go?"
"I'm going, I'm going. Well, since grandma and grandpa are not at home, I'll go back first. I'll come back next time." I think it's better to talk to the village head in person. It's a good opportunity to listen to the other brothers' ideas. It's said that three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. From what Shui Qian said just now, it seems that brewing wine is still very profitable. Every household grows sorghum, but it's only used as a reserve grain when the grain harvest is poor. The purchase price is low, but if it is brewed into wine, the price will double. Such a good thing must be in the hands of the family. He had a beautiful idea, but he seemed to have overlooked one point. This brewing recipe was taken out by Yang Biao to help the villagers make a living, not the village head.
"Hey, kid, can't you come in and sit for a while?" the wife of the village head scolded. "When you were little, you two loved to come to your great-grandmother's house to play." In the past, seven or eight cousins were so close that they insisted on sleeping on the same bed, and no matter how hard they tried, they wouldn't leave. It wasn't until Yuqi went to the county town to study that the visits became less frequent.
"Grandma, please come and have a chat with me when you have time." Yang Bowen winked at Yang Zhaosheng, and the two of them said goodbye to the village head's wife. They were in a hurry to gather the other cousins to discuss the details, and all aspects involved had to be taken into consideration, and they had to make a good start.
"These two kids are acting weird." The headman's wife closed the gate and went back into the house.
"Brother Biao, what do you mean by slowing down this matter?" The village head pulled Yang Biao to the path at the foot of the mountain, then stopped and asked, "Not many people come here, tell me the truth." The village head thought that the two had agreed on this matter, why did they suddenly change their minds? Did Yang Biao regret giving the winemaking recipe to the villagers? But then he laughed, feeling that he was a little mean. Although Yang Biao was young, he was not a person who would go back on his words.
The head of the village wanted all the villagers to come and make wine, so as to form family cohesion. So that the whole family can have work to do, money to share, and family property, and everyone can work together to realize that the people of Yangjia Village never have to go hungry, everyone is rich, and every child in the village can go to the family school to study when they reach the age of enlightenment. The strength of a family still depends on whether these young people in the village rise up and the persistence and accumulation of generations. He wants everyone who mentions Yangjia Village in Xiangjia Town outside to give a thumbs up and envy and jealousy.
"Uncle head of the village, we need to let them see that the profits from winemaking are indeed considerable and that there is no problem with sales, so that they can dispel their concerns. After all, no one's money comes from the wind." Yang Biao patiently explained that the best way to bind the villagers is to create a common interest relationship.
"That's right, what you said makes sense." The head of the village was a little disappointed, "But how long do we have to wait before the conditions are ripe to start planning?" He was afraid that if he waited too long, he might have been buried in the earth by then.
"We can ask the village head's aunt and Aunt Xiu to learn from my mother. First, we can learn the production method, and then ask a few young people who can read to sell it in the town and the county separately to make the sorghum wine well-known. Then we can teach the brewing recipe to several families and pass it on." Yang Biao said with a smile. His family can handle the supply of sorghum wine for Huanxi Restaurant. He still needs to prepare for the college entrance examination next year, and he will not get involved in the subsequent brewing or sales in the village, leaving it to the village head.
"Well, I can go and learn," he said, and felt that he was too impatient and a little rash. Yang Biao's house was full of women and children, so it was not convenient for him to go. The head of the village smiled and said, "I am a little confused. I will let your aunt go to your house to learn how to make wine. Is there anything else that needs to be prepared in advance?"
"Don't worry, uncle. The sorghum still needs to be dried in the sun so that it is easier to shell. Besides, it's almost time for dinner and the pot won't be empty for making wine." Yang Biao said to him with a smile, "I know you like to drink, so I'll bring you another jar of wine later."
"That's great," the village head said excitedly, clapping his hands. He really liked the taste of this sorghum wine, which was much stronger than rice wine.
Yang Biao smiled. This man is old and is like an old child. He wants to finish everything quickly.