Traveled through time with my ex-boyfriend [Chang Tian]

Chapter 12 Selling Wine

【Silver ingot with white flowers】

Due to Sister Ye's publicity, the news that Ye Fan was "so poor that he could only sell wine" spread wildly.Recently, people came to inquire from time to time, asking if he was really selling.

Ye Fan didn't let go of admitting it, nor did he directly reject it, he just said that he hadn't thought it through yet and was reluctant.

The more it is like this, the more it can arouse other people's desire to buy. Even the shopkeeper of the largest restaurant in the county - Wuxianglou asked someone to hand it over, saying that if he sells it, he will give him two jars.

Ye Fan guessed that the timing was almost up, so he chose a sunny day, dug a hole under the big locust tree, and took out the tank of 16-year-old No. [-] Scholar Red.

The villagers leaned against the wall to watch the excitement.

"Ye Xiaolang, are you getting up now? No more exams?"

It's just a joke, no malice.

Ye Fan raised his face, and his voice was clear and bright, "What is the number one in the exam? Point at my son!"

Everyone laughed.

Ye Fan also laughed, that innocent and harmless appearance made people feel good.

An old woman with a headscarf was leaning on the wooden door, and raised her voice to ask: "My boss asked me the day before yesterday, when will your wine be sold? Is there any confirmation? I can tell him."

"About ten days later, after the distiller's lees and dregs in this vat have been removed, the sake will be taken out, and the hut will be opened for sale."

As soon as everyone heard it, they knew that he had already made a fortune, so they inevitably said a few auspicious words such as "business is booming".

Ye Fan smiled and thanked them one by one.

There are also some people who always feel bad about others, so they can't help but want to sing a different tune.

"How does Jiuye Xiaolang plan to sell it?"

Ye Fan had already discussed this matter with Uncle Yu, and he said truthfully: "According to the past market price, ten guan is worth a bucket. If you don't want so much, you can sell it for a liter."

The man shook his head, "Hey, it's precious! Your family's money is easy to come by."

As soon as Ye Fan heard it, he knew it was a fault finding.

He was not annoyed, and still smiled, "If it's cheap, there are some. There are two tanks at the winery, but they are young and mixed with water. If uncles and aunts don't mind it, whoever owns it, go straight to it. beat."

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but pay attention.

Who doesn't have weddings and funerals?Sooner or later when drinking.People in the wine village of the Ye family know that even if it is mixed with water, it is still good.

Now that Ye Fan puts his words here, although no one would really have the cheek to take it for nothing, at least he can get a benefit, and the villagers all agree with him.

"After all, it is Ye Gong's seed, and he is as kind-hearted as his father."

"Not really!"

The bad-minded and provocative person before was stabbed so lightly, and he no longer had the face to open his mouth.However, he was suffocating in his heart, and could only secretly curse Ye Fan, "I can't sell it, and I can't sell it even for a liter."

At this moment, a deep voice came over, speaking in Mandarin, "Is this Ye Langjun's house?"

When the villagers saw it, it was a man in a green shirt, in his early twenties, with a strong face and two guards with swords behind him.

Everyone was startled, all of them shrunk their necks and sullenly, for fear of causing trouble.

Ye Fan heard it, and guessed that he might be here to buy wine, so he raised his voice and responded: "My surname is indeed Ye, are you looking for me?"

As soon as the man heard it, he pushed aside the crowd and went down the steps to the small courtyard.

"My surname is An, and I came here to buy wine at the order of my master. Excuse me, has the Zhuangyuanhong ever opened a vat?"

Ye Fan saw that he was dressed in commoner clothes, behaved politely, and was followed by guards, presumably he was the long follower of a wealthy family.

He didn't like to offend people, so he had to pat the big wine jar under the locust tree, and said with a smile: "No, it's just out, it hasn't been opened yet, if the distinguished guests want to buy sake, they have to wait another ten days."

The man paused for a moment, clasped his fists again and said: "I'm coming from Anzhou, I'm going back today, I hope Mr. Ye Xiaolang will make it easier for you."

Ye Fan smiled and waved his hands, "It's not that I don't want to sell it, it's just that I don't have sake. If you don't mind drinking the dirty one, I can spare two jars for you."

"Then it will be muddy."

Ye Fan smiled helplessly, and had no choice but to ask Aunt Yu to set up the incense table and burn incense on the Ye family's ancestral tablet, and then took a black heavy hammer to knock the seal open.

The first bowl, toast God.

Ye Fan knelt behind the incense table and kowtowed three times solemnly.He didn't know which god let him cross, no matter what, he would be in awe.

The second bowl, respect the ancestors.

Ye Fan looked at Ye Laopa's memorial tablet, and silently made a promise that he would live well for Ye Xiaolang, run the winery well, and take good care of the family.

The third bowl, respect your family.

Ye Fan handed the wine to Uncle Yu, and Uncle Yu's upright face was clearly moved.

After that came Aunt Yu, Yu Dalang, Yu Erlang, Dalang's wife, Yu Sanniang, and even the little hammer dipped and licked with chopsticks.

When Old Man Ye was around, he opened wine every year, but never gave it to ladies, and this was the first time.Aunt Yu and the three were excited and delighted, and their eyes were wet.

The Yu family brothers looked at Ye Fan obviously differently.

The fourth bowl, respect the neighbors.

The villagers were not polite either, rushing forward, rushing to drink one sip at a time.

Seeing the bottom of the bowl, everyone shouted: "One more bowl! Another bowl!"

While laughing and cursing, Uncle Yu poured another bowl full.

Ye Fan changed three new bowls and scooped them up for the guests.

The long follower obviously didn't expect to have their share, and hastily cupped his hands, "Thank you very much."

The two guards also quickly removed their waist knives, grabbed the wine bowl with both hands, and drank it all in one gulp.

Ye Fan drank a bowl with him.

After taking a big gulp of the turbid wine, he slurred, feeling quite emotional.

This ancient wine does not have a high alcohol content, nor does it have a mild taste like modern grain wine.If this kind of wine can be a tribute, when he makes shochu, red wine, fruit wine, and medicinal wine, then he can't give it away?

Thinking of the days in the near future when counting money and getting hand cramps, Ye Fan grinned unconsciously, smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

The long follower didn't care about the price of the wine, and directly said that he wanted two buckets.

Yu Dalang took out the only two new earthen pots in his home, counted them with wine corners, and filled them in corner by corner. , and then he closed his mouth.

The long follower smiled and didn't say anything, but his eyes showed satisfaction.

Something went wrong when paying.

Looking at the pair of white silver ingots in the other party's hand, Ye Fan smiled bitterly, "It's better to use copper coins to make a knot, I have so much for one step, I don't have money for change."

Chang Sui smiled, and said bluntly: "I heard that the number one scholar of the Ye family is worth ten guan coins for a bucket, and it happens to be ten taels here, so you don't need to look for it."

"Ten barrels of sake are sold for a dou, and turbid wine can't be sold at this price." Besides, in this time of chaos, silver is much more valuable than copper coins.

"My master gave me ten taels of silver, and told me to spend it all, and I can't leave any of it back." The long follower said, and then he stuffed the silver into Ye Fan's hand, winked at the guards, and lifted the wine jar just go.

The villagers all dropped their jaws in shock. There are still people rushing to give money?

Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he quickly grabbed him and asked Yu Dalang to take out a jar of medicinal wine from the room.

"This is Ganoderma lucidum wine. It was brewed just two days ago. Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng are both top quality. I originally wanted to use it for myself, but now I'm giving it to your master. I have the right to thank you."

"After half a month, take out the gauze bag, squeeze it clean, pour the medicinal juice back into the tank, mix it with the wine, let it stand for a few days, and filter it with fine gauze before drinking it."

"If you have qi deficiency, fatigue, heart palpitations and insomnia, warm it on a small fire, and drink a cup slowly before going to bed, it can be relieved."

Seeing that he spoke clearly and logically, Chang Sui couldn't help paying attention, "Does this medicinal wine have a name?"

Ye Fan smiled and said: "There is no serious name, because it is soaked in Ganoderma lucidum, let's just call it 'Ganoderma wine'."

The long follower held the handle, thanked him solemnly, and personally carried the wine jar, asked the guards to take the champion red, and rode away.

Until the three of them walked a long way, the jaws of the villagers were still on the ground.

——The two cans of wine alone sold for ten taels of silver?

——That is a white silver ingot, they may not see it once in their lifetime!

Ye Fan is also quite novel, it is also the first time he has seen an ancient silver ingot.

He turned over the silver, and saw a small diamond-shaped frame protruding from the bottom, with a word engraved in the frame-An.

Ye Fan noticed that the two guards just now were wearing a diamond-shaped wooden plaque the size of a palm, and the word "An" was also engraved on the plaque.

install?

Ye Fan thought for a while, but he didn't think of any important person whose surname was An.

***

Let's say that the long follower left Ye's house, went down the high slope, and came to the valley between Ye and Li's families.

This was originally a field, but there is still no trace of cultivation in March.

A gentleman in red clothes stood on a field stalk and sighed in a low voice: "The superior conquers, and the people who suffer are the common people."

A boy in white clothes stood behind him, and when he heard the sound of the horse's hooves, his eyes lit up with joy, "Lang Jun, brother Hui is back!"

Lang Jun turned around, showing a gentle face, "Why have you been here for so long?"

Anhui got off his horse and smiled brightly, "Don't be surprised, Mr. Ye, it's just a coincidence that Ye Xiaolang just got the champion red, and we caught up with him."

He paused, and then changed his voice, "It's just that there is no sake, and I only bought dirty ones."

An Rong nodded indifferently, turned around and got into the carriage, "It's getting late, let's go."

The little boy taught him sharply, "Don't worry about the clear ones, why don't you just buy them earlier? Mr. Lang made a special detour, is it really for the sake of wine?"

An Hui knocked on his forehead, "You're the one who talks a lot."

Xiao Tong rolled his eyes at him, opened the curtain and got into the carriage.

An Rong was leaning against the wall of the car, holding a military book in his hand.

Xiao Tong recalled Sister Liu Ye's advice not to let Lang Jun read in the car and ruin his eyes.So, he cleared his throat, and deliberately talked to An Rong, "Mr. Lang, I don't understand. Since you didn't want wine, why did you take a detour to buy it?"

Why doesn't An Rong know what he's thinking?He smiled kindly, put the book down, and said in a warm voice: "The deceased Ye Gong was a well-known benevolent man, when Anzhou City fought against the Khitans, the Ye family donated dozens of carts of grain and grass. "

Xiaotong suddenly understood that the gentleman must have heard about Ye Xiaolang in the restaurant, and he couldn't bear it, so he wanted to help a group.

Thinking of the rumors he heard a few days ago, Xiao Tong curled his lips, "He is such a prodigal, my husband gave him the money, and later told him to buy fake products."

An Rong chuckled, "Why do you have to worry about so much?"

An Hui rode a horse and walked outside the car. Hearing the conversation between the master and the servant, he couldn't help interjecting, "I don't think that Ye Xiaolang is as bad as the rumors in the market. Be courteous."

"Really?" An Rong smiled slightly.

If this is the case, it would be Ye Gong's luck.