The new book of the burning prairie star

Chapter 180 No one dares to cause trouble there

"Except for giving the recipe to my uncle the village head, I have never sold the recipe for making wine!" Yang Biao looked at him word by word, there were so many people selling wine in the city, why did he suspect that he sold the recipe.

When people brewed their own wine, there were people selling wine here in ancient times.

"You have never sold a wine-making recipe, do you dare to swear?" Yang Shuiqian pointed at him and cursed in his heart that he looked like a decent human being, but unfortunately he was a coward with a weak heart.

"Sure." Yang Biao smiled, feeling that all his passion had turned to ashes.

"Since you dare to swear to the sky, what are you waiting for, start now!" Yang Shuiqian looked at him coldly, bastard, you are still pretending to be your mother.

"I swear, if I sell the winemaking recipe, I will be struck by lightning when I go out, and I will have sores on my head and pus on my feet. After I die, I will become a wandering ghost and will never be reincarnated." People with different ideologies cannot work together. Yang Biao raised three fingers indifferently and swore to the sky.

If I ever become a fucking idiot again and bother with the people and things in the village and give them any help, I will just bang my head against the wall and die. If I don't quickly cut off ties with such a greedy and ungrateful tribesman, I won't know how I'll die in the end.

"Shui Qian, what are you doing?" Yang Bowen pushed him. How could he question Yang Biao?

"Let's send Keyou and the others to the clinic to treat their injuries first." Yang Shuiqian didn't explain and got on the donkey cart to leave.

"Let's go to Anhe Hall. No one dares to cause trouble there." Yang Biao rode on his horse. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but when he saw that Yang Bowen was limping, he pulled him onto his horse and said, "Let's go. I'll lead you there."

"Brother Biao," Yang Bowen, who was sitting behind Yang Biao, felt a little reluctant and called him softly.

"Well, what's wrong?" Yang Biao grabbed the reins and looked carefully at the road ahead to avoid bumping into anyone.

"Don't blame Shui Qian. We have been promoting our product in the city for more than half a month, but we haven't sold much of the wine we brought. He is worried." Originally, if they made money on this trip, they wanted to buy a shop in the city to brew and sell wine. Yang Bowen explained the reason for him, hoping that Yang Biao would not break up with the villagers because of this.

"Well, I understand." Yang Biao was very calm. Hum! This is a perfect interpretation of the atypical saying that profitable people are friends, and unprofitable people are strangers.

"I'm glad you understand." Seeing that he was not angry, Yang Bowen breathed a sigh of relief. Then he remembered what he had just said, "What does it mean that no one dares to cause trouble in Anhe Hall? Is it a medical clinic with government involvement?"

"Well, he's a high-ranking official. He has run the business for more than a hundred years without cheating anyone, and many people in the city go there for medical treatment." Yang Biao did not hide it, but he would not tell everyone that it was his father-in-law's ancestral property.

"Wow, it's been more than a hundred years." Yang Bowen heard that this is such an old clinic, so there must be many secret recipes passed down from generation to generation. "The medical skills must be superb."

"Well, pretty impressive." A child suddenly ran out from the street corner in front. Yang Biao quickly tightened the reins and stopped.

"Hey, you have to take good care of your child!" The horse suddenly stopped, catching Yang Bowen, who was sitting behind it, off guard. His nose hit the back of Yang Biao's head, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Forget it, it's a blessing in disguise!" Yang Biao waved his hand and let the child's family take the child away. He turned around and looked at Yang Shuiqian and others who were following behind him. Fortunately, he was not riding very fast, otherwise the child who rushed out suddenly would have been injured.

"This is it, you guys go in!" When they arrived at the door of Anhe Hall, Yang Biao helped Yang Bowen behind him to dismount from the horse, and then rode away.

"Shui Qian, why do you speak to Biao Ge in that tone?" The recipe for making wine in the village was given by Yang Biao. Everyone made money but no one gave him a penny. Why do you treat him like that?

"Not convinced?" Yang Shuiqian rolled her eyes at him. As a diner, she had tried the sorghum liquor sold at Shixian Restaurant. Not only did it taste the same as the liquor sold in the village, but the liquor sold at the restaurant had a higher alcohol content and a mellower taste.

What's more, the fruit wine and wine taste better than the wine brewed by the villagers themselves, and the color of the wine is also clearer and more transparent than theirs, without impurities and suspended matter.

But Yang Shuiqian didn’t know that high-alcohol wine tastes thicker and heavier in the mouth, while low-alcohol wine tastes relatively light.

Yang Biao hired a lot of blacksmiths and carpenters. After more than three years of research, he made a distiller and made many improvements. He also made a filter, which filtered out the impurities in the wine more cleanly. The fermentation process and the use of distillation technology made the wine have a higher alcohol content.

"I just think that what you did is particularly unfair. Huanxi Restaurant has always been the exclusive supplier of Yang Biao. It was you who lowered the price of wine and snatched his customers..." Yang Bowen suddenly didn't want to pay attention to him anymore and turned to go into Anhetang to see his wounds.

"Isn't it for the village that I am doing this? The money went into my pocket alone?" Yang Shuiqian shouted loudly towards Yang Bowen's back, but he never responded and just walked forward.

"I did nothing wrong. I just wanted everyone to make more money." Yang Shuiqian touched the donkey's head and muttered to himself.

Ever since this incident, the head of the village no longer cared about the wine-making in the village, and his wife and her female relatives also withdrew.

In addition, the village head's proposal to open a restaurant in the village was rejected by young people like Yang Shuiqian, so he completely stopped caring about it.

The village head now stayed at home with his wife to catch insects, weed, and plant crops in the vegetable garden. He granted land to villagers and asked them to go to the county government to handle the land deed documents by themselves, and he was no longer as enthusiastic as before to lead them there.

"Yang Biao, what's wrong with you?" Yang Biao closed the door and practiced calligraphy as soon as he got home. Hong Yan didn't understand why, so she pushed open the door with a cup of tea.

"It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable." I donated the wine-making recipe to the head of the village for free, allowing the villagers to make a living, but in the end I was still questioned. It was really fucked up.

"It feels uncomfortable. Why?" Hong Yan handed him the tea and asked puzzledly.

"That's it..." Yang Biao drank the tea in his hand in one breath, picked her up and walked towards the bed.

Fortunately, I didn't do such a shameless thing as to run up to the head of the village like a sanctimonious bitch and say that I wanted to turn Hongshu Bookstore into the village library so that the schoolchildren in the village could borrow books at will. Now I think that I am very lucky.

Since everyone in the village is making money, the tuition for the children to study in the village school has been paid by the clan, and these people should be able to afford the books they need for their studies.

"Hey, the door isn't closed yet." Hong Yan's face was red as if blood was dripping out. She hugged his neck and reminded him softly.

"Oh, I understand!" He carried her to the door, raised his feet to close the doors on both sides, and then quickly reached out to bolt the door while holding Hongyan in his arms.

"Are you so impatient?" Yang Biao laughed. Can a girl be so impatient?

"Ah, I just wanted to..." Just help. You were holding me with both hands, so how could you have hands to lock the door?

"I know you really want to..." Yang Biao smiled, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Hong Yan couldn't help but stare in amazement, willing to follow him day and night, year after year.