Chapter 425: Is the Wine for Sale?

The dark-faced strong man Zhang Yanping carried a bundle of sorghum stalks up the mountain angrily.

And over here, Song Tan didn't live up to anyone's trust and really found Xin Jun.

"Teacher Xin, the medicine specially prepared by Guo Yi, do you want to help try it? Kidney-tonifying and yang-solidifying, eating it won't hurt."

Xin Jun:...

The smile on his face could hardly be maintained.

First of all, he didn't feel he needed this medicine.

Secondly, Guo Yi dared to entrust this, and Song Tan, a single girl, actually dared to ask him in front of her...

Where exactly did the problem go wrong?

But soon, he said in a low voice: "Thank you. But I am currently a bachelor, I don't need it for the time being, so I won't disappoint her."

That's not necessarily true...

Song Tan looked at him, thinking what if you are surging and give Qiao Qiao 10 test papers overnight?

But if you don't eat it, don't eat it, anyway, she tried hard, not forcing it.

But soon, Xin Jun called her again:

"Is your family's wine for sale?"

He lowered his voice: "You say a price, I'll pay, just treat it as the processing fee you entrusted."

It's not good to trade without a license, so he could only use this method.

Song Tan waved her hand: "If you want to drink, sending you two jin is not a problem."

Not to mention anything else, Qiao Qiao can meet such a teacher, what a great luck!

Xin Jun smiled bitterly: "I'm not asking for myself, I'm asking for my family."

Silver ear has no profit, watermelon doesn't courier, black fungus doesn't sell at a high price... except for tea, honey is not even in stock!

Just say if it's absurd?

When Xin Jun took root here, he was holding the excuse of looking for a source of goods for his mother!

Now it's good, he eats until he is rosy, but the things that can be sent home are getting less and less...

If he doesn't find some good things, he is really afraid that one day his mother will kill him...

At this moment, Xin Jun was exceptionally solemn and serious:

"You also know that our family runs a farmhouse, and we always need some specialties. Now the competition in the catering industry is so great, so I thought, if your family sells wine to me, how much consumption will be given a cup... it should be okay."

Not to mention anything else, Xin Jun really believes in the taste!

Not to mention anything else, his skin was white before, but it was a bit rough, and he was what contemporary young people looked like.

But since coming here, the skin on his face is called smooth and delicate—to say it's just because the air in the countryside is good, or that his work and rest are regular... Xin Jun doesn't believe it.

It's not like he hasn't been regular before.

It can be seen that the things in Song Tan's family are truly nourishing.

It's just that I don't know what method can make ordinary crops have such unique flavors?

He subconsciously pondered, but suddenly remembered in his mind that he was suddenly awakened from a dream in the middle of the night, and when he was enjoying the moon on the balcony, he saw Song Tan coming down from the mountain in the stars and moon...

Xin Jun realized—it's true, whether it's the nutrient solution formula or something else, after all, it's such an amazing unique method to improve the taste, it's normal to do it secretly when no one is around at night.... She... probably goes secretly at night to get some flavor-enhancing nutrients she prepared in advance?

Song Tan didn't know that Xin Jun's thoughts had turned around, she was just a bit surprised:

"You have so much confidence in the things at home? However, didn't you hear Qiao Qiao say? There are only a hundred jin of wine, and it's enough to give you 10 or 8 jin at most. It's really not enough, so forget it."

Not to mention anything else, the peak traffic of his farmhouse in the past could probably drink up these ten jin of wine, so he can't use wine as a hook, right?

Xin Jun smiled implicitly: "Our farmhouse has a kind of wine cup, specially prepared for those who don't want to drink but want to support the scene. It looks very big, but in fact, it takes 10 cups to barely make up one tael, which is just right for drinking this wine."

Good, good guy!

Song Tan gasped, looking at him with a completely different look—what is called a train of thought, this is the train of thought!

This is also too calculating.

She hurriedly said the point: "What kind of wine cup, send me a few, I'll pay."

Not to mention anything else, take this to regulate her dad and grandpa, they can only drink so much in one meal, if they don't agree, forget it—just give it all away.

Hmph, don't believe they won't follow!

Xin Jun naturally agreed.

Here, the two had just discussed it, and Zhang Yanping came down from the mountain excitedly, holding something in his hand:

"Quick, quick, quick! Guess what treasure I found?"

When he returned to the courtyard, he spread his hands to show off in Qiao Qiao's expectant eyes:

"Ah!"

Qiao Qiao called out in surprise: "It's eggs!"

Zhang Yanping was also excited:

"I went to stroll around the edge when feeding the pigs, and saw eggs on the straw pile at a glance—this is not, all picked back, a total of 6!"

"Let me see, let me see!"

Wu Lan also came over excitedly: "I said so! The 4-month-old chickens should be able to lay eggs—these are all first-born eggs, more nutritious than others, let Seventh Uncle steam egg custard for you at noon!"

——And this saying?

Everyone was stunned.

But she saw Wu Lan take one out of the 6 eggs:

"Yanping, when picking eggs, you have to leave one in the grass pile as a guide, so they will know to lay eggs there next time. Where did you pick this? Put one back."

The egg in the palm was red, small, exquisite and cute, with a deep pink luster.

Thinking that this was the group of small chickens raised from fluffy yellow, raised to the middle of the molting period, it was exceptionally ugly.

Now... they can all lay eggs, Zhang Yanping also has a sense of accomplishment.

At this moment, he didn't complain about bitterness and tiredness at all, and even forgot Guo Yi's aphrodisiac, and then plunged back into the back mountain with all his heart.

And over here, Wu Lan pondered, and confessed to Song Tan: "When Uncle Zhang comes to eat later, you tell him, I estimate that the duck shed should also lay eggs, let him pay attention."

She was still muttering happily while saying:

"These ducks don't lay eggs regularly, they always like to lay them by the pond, and when they are found, many duck eggs are in the water and will be soaked... I also plan to pickle some salted duck eggs..."

She was chattering, and at this moment, she couldn't help but want to go see it herself.

Song Tan hurriedly stopped her: "Mom, it's noon, Seventh Uncle is going to cook, don't face the sun and go to the pond to bask, you will get sunburned later."

"Come, there is no sun in this corridor, and it's quite comfortable with the fan blowing, let's just clean up this pile of sorghum, so they don't have to be busy for so long."

This is also true.

Constantly slamming sorghum is both laborious and bitter, and ordinary people can't persist for ten or twenty times.

Now, the sorghum in front of them has finished slamming, but there is still a lot of sorghum remaining on it.

Wu Lan just couldn't be idle, and now that there was work to do, she sat down steadily, and then put on gloves and started to stroke the sorghum—

Song of Thorns reminds you: remember to collect after reading ===== CHAPTER 426 =====