The grapes soon ripened. Looking at the large vineyard full of fruits, Wang Shuqin felt her eyes begin to feel sour.

If we were saying that we were climbing on the shoulders of our predecessors in the past, then the entrepreneurship of the Eighth Regiment was Wang Shuqin’s true entrepreneurial business from scratch.

Now the winery has been built and the equipment is installed in place. I’m just waiting for this crop of grapes to be picked and brewed.

In fact, the grapes are already ripe at present, but since they are called ice grapes, they naturally have to wait until they are snowed and frozen before they can be picked. Otherwise, why are they called ice grapes?

Wang Shuqin spent the whole summer in anxiety, afraid of strong winds, heavy rain, and even more afraid of hail. Any natural disaster may cause the efforts of these months to be wasted.

After all, the sky is as wished by others, and finally the grapes are ripe. Now the temperature is zero. I believe that once a snow falls, the temperature can reach more than ten degrees below zero, and then the grapes can be picked.

Wang Shuqin picked a grape and stuffed it into her mouth. It was so sweet. She couldn't imagine how much sweetness it could increase after the snow?

Wang Jinshan and a group of old soldiers patrolled the vineyard day and night, occasionally catching a few children who stole grapes.

In this way, the old team leader slapped the butt and drove it away. As for the adults, it was not that easy to talk to, and it was a tenfold fine.

Last night, I was directly in a row with two balls. Relying on my reputation, the Ming Dynasty generously went to pick grapes and eat them. When I was caught, I called it the grapes growing in my field. I also planted them. What happened to try my own grapes?

As a result, the old regiment commander was directly escorted to the regiment headquarters for public display. He didn't even use the old regiment commander to scold him, and the masses scolded him for a bloody spurt.

If the grapes were planted at the beginning, they were forced by the above. Then now, this grape is the hope of the whole group.

A bunch of green grapes and pearls hang on the branches, pure and transparent, making people salivate. The key is that this is not grapes? It is hope! It is the longing for the people of Batuan for their future life.

Maybe God was moved by people's piety? It started to snow that night, and the stoves of every household had already been lit. The temperature dropped sharply. Although the fire in the house was on fire, people were still feeling uncomfortable.

But at this time no one cared about it. Everyone went out to the vineyard to see how the grapes were frozen.

Some people from the regiment headquarters and Wang Shuqin simply did not go back to the house. They wore down jackets and put on a military coat outside in the snow to keep stomping their feet in the snow to keep warm.

"It's hard and hard, the grape grains have begun to freeze and hard!" Li Yongzai asked the grape grains that were touching the surface like a big child, which had already started to shrivel, but the flesh was hard.

Wang Jinshan cursed: "You have some prospects, how long will it take to be tough?"

Li Yongzai said unconvincedly: "Don't I feel sorry for me? How much will it cost if I hold it in so much?"

Wang Jinshan ignored him and looked at the vineyard. A heavy snow caused the original white grape to change color instantly, and the skin began to turn purple.

Wang Jinshan was the one who worries the most about this vineyard. Since the grape planting into the ground, he and the old soldiers had never left this land.

I was bitten by mosquitoes in summer, and I was afraid that the hanging fruit would be smashed when it rained, so I wanted to cover the umbrella with grapes.

After several months, they were all black and thin. They reminded them of the time when they first entered Xinjiang with the old leader.

Now that I finally gained something, of course they are the happiest. As for whether it can be made into wine, they really don’t care much about it. That’s the matter of the winery.

They just want to know what the yield of this acre of land is? The price given by the winery is one dollar per kilogram. They have never grown grapes and don’t know how much the yield per acre is?

The people from the brewery also came, and the leader was a foreigner with big nose and blue eyes. He was a Swedish. Ye Yuze specially invited an engineer to brew ice wine. He arrived at the Eighth Regiment last night.

The foreigner's name is Schneider, 42 years old, tall and very handsome. He glanced at the thermometer, twisted the grape grains, and waved his hand: "Everyone goes to bed, pick grapes on time tomorrow morning."

Everyone from the winery followed, but no one in the Eighth Group could sleep? Wang Jinshan shouted: "Foreign expert, how much do you expect this acre of production capacity?"

Schneider shrugged: "1300-1500 kilograms, no more."

Everyone is collectively petrochemical, and they look at me one by one, and they all are stupid. The amount is all done. The winery charges one kilogram per dollar. I can even calculate it!

If a mu of land is 1,500 kilograms, then the 15,000 mu of land is 2,250,000, which is more than 20 million yuan!

Since the establishment of the Eighth Group, we don’t know whether the total income of the Eighth Group has so much money.

At this time, Cuicui walked to Wang Jinshan and said with a smile: "Old man, you are getting rich now. I have brought all the money. Don't be stingy at that time, and treat us well!"

Wang Jinshan was already in tears at this time, and his calloused hands wiped his rough face: "Please, as long as the eight groups have it, we will do whatever we eat! Also, we will give you the money for transplanting rice plants, well digging and film money."

Cuicui smiled: "Is that what we sponsored? In order to support Sister Shuqin's business."

Li Yong also took over the conversation at this time: "No, no, they are all brothers in the Corps. Support is OK, but if you have it, you must return it, otherwise you will be scolded by someone!"

Cuicui didn't compete with them either. She was the second generation of the Corps and knew the personalities of these old comrades.

Until the next morning, at about eight o'clock, the genius was in the dark, the vineyard was already crowded with people, and the picking of grapes had begun.

All the tractors were driven over, and the old commander looked at the scales himself. He had to weigh each basket he carried over, and Wang Shuqin recorded it and then loaded it to the winery.

After harvesting a few acres of land, Wang Jinshan looked at Wang Shuqin and smiled. Almost every acre of land had a harvest of 1,500 kilograms.

The old man smiled brightly, but tears flowed out from his muddy eyes. He stood up straight, his feet together, and saluted Wang Shuqin with a standard military salute: "Thank you, Chief!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing, saluted as Wang Jinshan, and shouted loudly: "Thank you, Chief!"

Wang Shuqin also shed tears. She knew that people respected her in the past, but this respect was just a kind of politeness. After all, she, a woman, should be respected when she ran so far to help the poor.

But today's thank you is a recognition, and she truly treats her as a comrade-in-arms and the leader of the corps.
Chapter completed!