People feel refreshed when they are happy, and Song Wen is the same.

After stir-frying a few side dishes, he pulled Song Hu to drink in the alley next to the flavor restaurant.

Food is home-cooked, and wine is also the countryside millet wine.

There are many people who specialize in brewing wine in the village not far from Songjiabao. Several wineries in the village use mountain spring water and self-growing rice to make wine in the village according to the ancient method. The wine brewed with this ancient method brings the tranquility and wildness of the countryside, which is quite good.

As early as the beginning of the store, Song Wen and Song Hu discussed what wine to sell after opening the store.

Originally, the two wanted to sell liquor on the market, but later they felt that it was too uninnovative, so they later wanted to sell millet wine produced in the next village.

There are also three or nine types of millet wine. Good millet wine is not inferior to high-end liquor sold on the market, and the price is cheaper. This kind of millet wine is only a dozen yuan per pound, and some are only a few yuan. These millet wines are not specially packaged, and they are packed in large plastic buckets and large buckets. When you buy them, you can buy them and sell them as high-end liquor. You can earn more than ten or twenty yuan by selling them, which is much better than the liquor sold on the market.

So, they specially prepared several houses in the empty house in Songjiabao to store millet wine bought from the next village.

The millet wine brewed by ancient methods in the next village is very easy to sell. Sometimes it is pulled away as soon as it is released. If you go late, it will disappear. Moreover, they only make wine every year when they harvest new rice, and they will not make it after they are used up. Of course, this is only the only ones who make wine according to ancient methods. Others always pull a train of pizza rice from outside and make wine all year round. Of course, the taste is poor as the ancient methods.

After buying the wine back, Song Wen and Song Hu made someone create an ancient wine bottle to hold the wine. With this change of hand, the originally rustic millet wine suddenly entered the high-end ranks and the price also increased.

The flavor restaurant not only sells millet wine, but also sells some fruit wines made in the store or collected from farmers, such as lychee wine, longan wine, bayberry wine, star fruit wine that southern Fujian people like. There are also some wines and banana wines, snake wine soaked with medicinal materials, etc. Anyway, there are many kinds, and there are many kinds.

People who come outside like this country-style millet wine and fruit wine, and they have to drink it when they come. Even when the people in Songjiabao village are fine, they like to go here to stir-fry two side dishes.

Song Wen himself also made bamboo bud wine and peach blossom wine, but unfortunately the output was too small and it could not be sold.

In the alley, the breeze is gentle.

A few plates of side dishes, a pot of wine, and an old friend is enough to comfort my whole life.

Song Wen had a good alcohol tolerance, but sometimes he didn't get drunk and everyone was drunk. As he drank, he felt a little drunk.

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The short guy is very upset recently.

Originally, he lived a single life, and had some wine when he had money, and went to the temple entrance to chat with the old man. When he had no money, he would go to the forest to catch some pheasants and hares in Huang Feng to sell money, and his life was very free. But since the country established the National Wildlife and Flora here, everything has changed. It turned out that he would enter as soon as he wanted to enter, but now he would have to be investigated if he wanted to enter. And he should be careful not to hit the so-called national protected animals, otherwise he would be good-looking as you.

Who knows what the state protects? It is said that even butterflies are protected. Then, will he even arrest the butterflies if he accidentally slapped them to death?

Originally, he always felt very good when he entered the mountain. It was like returning home. Now, as soon as he entered the mountain, he was nervous, feeling as if he was staring at him, and he was uncomfortable. This kind of life was really impossible to pass. When he went to the Flavor Restaurant a few days ago, he found that the white jade snails inside were sold very well. After asking, he found out that it was Song Wen raised it himself. He wondered if he had also changed his career to raise white jade snails, so as not to always go to the mountain to make a living.

Going into the mountains to make a living is a freehand painting, but it is actually very dangerous.

Especially in summer, snakes and insects were everywhere, and there were so many that it was unimaginable.

To put it a little scary, inadvertently, you will find snakes everywhere on the trees, under the trees, in the water, and grass, and there are poisonous snakes, scorched onions, golden ring snakes, silver ring snakes, cobras, and some poisonous snakes that you can't even name.

There are not only snakes in the woods, but also blood-sucking mosquitoes and biting bugs.

The mosquitoes inside are not as gentle as domestic mosquitoes. If you don’t drink it, you will never give up. And it’s not one by one, but a group of people. No matter how fast you run, you will be stared out of your bag. Because of this, after some consideration, the short man decided to come to Song Wen and ask him to teach him to raise white jade snails.

I just walked to the flavor restaurant and before I could enter the store, I heard a tragic song coming from the alley next to me that was more tragic than howling ghosts and wolves.

"I'm drunk because I'm lonely, I'm lonely. Who will comfort me? Since you left me, that loneliness has been with me. How can I live without you? The old dreams of the past are like your dimples, and there are you and me in the dimples. The drunk tango tells him not to forget me, ah...ah... the drunk tango drunk tango..."

When I heard the sound, the short man knew that it was Song Wen without looking at it.

This guy never goes out of tune or forgets the lyrics of the song, or even the preface is inconsistent with the latter, and only a few can be heard. This song "Drunk Tango" is exactly one of them.

Walking into the alley, Song Wen was indeed there.

When Song Wen saw the short man coming, he quickly asked him to sit down, and then took a pair of chopsticks and let him drink together. When the short man explained his purpose, Song Wen waved his hand unconsciously. At first, he raised white jade snails but it was just fun, and later he wanted to have a taste. Unexpectedly, the white jade snails became popular after opening the store, which forced him to raise them with all his heart, making him almost become a professional white jade snail breeder. Now he is not short of money and doesn't want to do such a worry, so he has been intentionally giving the white jade snails to others, but he has never found a suitable person. Today, the short man came to him to meet his wishes.

After drinking for a while, seeing that it was almost noon and more and more people came to the store to have dinner, Song Wen hurriedly called Xiaojun and took the short brother back to the mountain together.

His mother carefully told Xiaojun about the things women should pay attention to and taboos during pregnancy. Later, she was still worried, so she simply cleaned up and asked her old man to take Xixi to live on the mountain together.

With my mother here, someone cares about washing clothes and cooking. Song Wen was happy and wandered around like a man on his back all day long.

After returning to the mountain, Song Wen pulled the short man to the place where the white jade snails were raised in the backyard. When he came to the place, he asked him to look at the pond where he raised in the white jade snails, and told him some methods and precautions for raising white jade snails, especially the vegetable leaves that cannot be fed with white jade snails that have sprayed pesticides.

The short man laughed when he heard this. The natural sweet potato leaves and wild vegetables in the field were so numerous that anyone was impatient to find that thing.

After talking to him for a while, Song Wen went home with him to find a place to cover the pool where the white jade snails were raised, and then transferred the white jade snails in his yard and some of the snails in the Ruyi Fan.

From then on, he was really idle, and he didn't have to worry about not having white jade snails available in the flavor restaurant, nor did he have to feed white jade snails all day long. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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