"Brother Qingshan, let's go, I'm drinking so much today!"

The old man Li swayed out of the restaurant in a daze, and his tongue was a little big when he spoke.

Liu Qingshan was really worried that he would fall on the curb, so he hurried over to support him.

Chen Dongfang also snorted coldly and turned around and left.

When the three people all walked away, the old man Li stopped swaying and his tongue was not loud: "Brother Qingshan, that's from Jiajia Kang Ye Vegetable Factory?"

Liu Qingshan nodded. He also knew that the big boss Li was pretending to be drunk, so he must be worried about causing some conflict, so he transferred himself here.

Then he smiled and said, "Actually, solving problems with fists is the most incompetent, although I can knock him down with just one punch."

Not to mention him, even Gao Wenxue took action with anger and beat He Jiakang down.

"Okay, I know your ability. Stop talking about them. Even the Japanese will have to admit defeat when they see you."

Old Li happily patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder and walked to the winery together.

On the way, Liu Qingshan asked Lao Li: "Brother, your winery used to produce fruit wine, right? Is there any retired master? Let me introduce it to the best craftsmanship."

"It produces mountain wine and Shandu persimmon wine, but it is sold in the county, and there is no profit, so it stopped later." Although Lao Li drank a lot, he didn't say anything.

Their Bishui County is backed by the mountains in the north and to the south is a flat plain. Of course, they are backed by the mountains and they are also produced by fruit wine and beverages.

For example, the county started a beverage factory this year to produce bottled beverage "Little White Birch", and the fourth and fifth brothers at home like to drink it very much.

Liu Qingshan also thought it was good. It didn't taste so sweet, but it had a scent of birch sap.

"Brother, you want to make fruit wine. Follow my brother's advice, it's best not to do this, the people don't recognize it."

The eldest brother Li has learned his own lessons in this regard, so he enlightened Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "Isn't this how the wild fruits in the mountains have ripe? We are Jiapigou Cooperative, preparing to make some fruit wine and keep it for yourself."

"That's it, then I'll introduce you to the big fruit in the future." The old man Li was relieved. He wouldn't have much money to start a local workshop and drink at home.

Liu Qingshan blinked: "I don't have breakfast, what big fruits are there?"

"Haha, Old Man Guo is nicknamed Daguozi. He is a master who retired two years ago. He used to be responsible for the fruit wine." Old Li explained with a wicked smile.

Then he emphasized: "This nickname, don't call him in front of him, and even when eating, you are not allowed to invite him to eat big fruits, otherwise you will definitely be anxious!"

After Liu Qingshan thought about it, he suddenly realized and laughed.

In their local dialect, the word fruit is also used as a verb to indicate the meaning of sucking. For example, kissing is also called fruit.

Usually when talking about big fruit, the word "zi" is said to be pronounced "zā", and zā is homophones with a certain part of a female.

In this way, the meaning will naturally be richer.

Sure enough, Old Li smiled and talked about Master Guo’s dark history. It was when Master Guo was young. He just got married and went to work in the factory in the morning.

The coworker asked him what he was eating, and he said he was eating big fruits, and this joke spread.

When the two of them were talking and laughing at the winery, the old man Li found a small clerk and took Liu Qingshan to Master Guo's house.

Of course, it is not easy to go to someone else's house to empty-handed. When Liu Qingshan learned that Master Guo was smoking, he bought two cigarettes and four bottles of canned food. It cost more than ten yuan. The gift was not light or heavy, just right.

If a gift is light, it will inevitably be looked down upon; if it is heavy, it will not work, as it may easily scare people.

Master Guo’s house is only two streets away from the winery, and there are two small brick houses at home. After entering the yard, a thin old man in his fifties came out.

"This is Master Guo."

The young clerk introduced Liu Qingshan, and then said, "Uncle Guo, this is Comrade Liu Qingshan who gave our winery advice!"

In this era, after fifty years old, he was really an old man. I guess Master Guo retired early, maybe to ask the children at home to take over.

After hearing the introduction, the smile that was originally happy, she slapped her face and started training:

"You are so young, you are so prodigal. You're hundreds of thousands of yuan, and you'll just throw it away. Even if you're wasted, you can still hear a sound! Ahem..."

The more he spoke, he became more and more angry. Finally, he started to cough with his waist and his old face turned purple.

The climate in the northeast is severely cold, so there is a kind of old-age child called bronchitis. When it comes to winter, it coughs and sputum, and it makes people feel asthma. This kind of person is commonly known as Lao-ba.

At this time, an old lady came out of the room. She slapped Lao Guo’s back for a while, then took out a small flat box, scooped some medicine noodles, and put it on the old man’s tongue and held it in his mouth. Then she slowly came to breathe.

"Uncle Guo, your stubborn temper must be changed. If it weren't for the idea that Comrade Xiao Liu had given, our wine could not be sold, and your old medical expenses would not be reimbursed."

The little clerk couldn't help but persuade.

Old Guo’s temper is really stubborn: “Even if I cough to death, it’s better than being angry to death. It’s hundreds of thousands of yuan. Could it be that the money from the factory is not spent?”

At this time, most of the people in the factory really had feelings for the factory.

The little clerk was so angry that he left.

Old Guo was still yelling at Liu Qingshan: "Hurry up and get out of here, don't tell me to see you again!"

Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry or angry, and his face was still happy: "Master Guo, is it the reason I heard from me? The money was spent by our winery, but wherever it was spent, was it fallen into your hands, or did it be mine?"

"I've watched that ad on TV, and I was so angry that I almost smashed the TV!"

Old Guo said angrily, and his wife next to him looked helpless.

"Yes, the money was given to the TV station. The TV station was also handled by our state. In the end, the money was not returned to the public. Caibao did not go abroad. Do you think this is the case?"

With Liu Qingshan's knowledge, even foreigners can fool you, let alone such an old worker with a low vision.

Old Guo was thinking about it for a long time, then nodded: "What you said seems to make some sense. Let's go into the house and go in. You can come and take what else to do."

This door is really not easy to enter. Liu Qingshan entered the east house and the house was cleaned up.

Although there is not much furniture, it is very delicate. There is also a 14-inch black and white TV on the cabinet cover. It can be seen that it is a relatively wealthy family.

Putting the things I brought on the kang, Liu Qingshan handed a cigarette to Lao Guo, and Aunt Guo poured him a cup of tea before sitting down to chat.

Liu Qingshan did not beat around the bush, and directly explained his purpose, and promised that he would also have an additional fifty yuan in wages every month.

When Lao Guo heard about this, his eyes lit up immediately: This is equivalent to earning a double salary!

Moreover, the work is not tiring, it is just a matter of talking and can be done.

Just as I was about to nod my head and agreed, I heard my wife coughing:

"Xiao Liu, this is not a matter of money or not. Our Lao Guo's bronchitis is an old problem. It's okay in summer. If it gets sick when it gets cold, your body won't allow it."

Old Man Guo probably had eaten too much Daguozi, so he didn't dare to refute his wife's words. He could only whisper in a low voice: "I don't have bronchitis, I'm just a strict wife."

"What are you saying? If I hadn't been taking care of you over the years, your health would have collapsed long ago?"

Old Guo hummed twice without refuting. It seemed that he was indeed well taken care of by his wife.

Seeing the old couple fighting here, Liu Qingshan thought it was quite interesting. Here, the relationship and family affection that had been together for decades was condensed, otherwise how could he call his wife?

"Xiao Liu, I'll ask you to go for a waste. I'll go buy some vegetables and have dinner at home in the evening."

Aunt Guo was planning to go shopping for groceries. She had received so many gifts and had not been done yet. She felt a little bit strange to the young man.

"Auntie, don't be busy. I'll have to go back to the village later." Liu Qingshan hurriedly stopped him, and he didn't plan to have a meal here.

Then he said, "My mother used to have the old problem of bronchitis, and she was really suffering in winter, but now my mother is getting better and she won't feel irritated in the middle of winter."

"How did you cure it?" Aunt Guo's eyes lit up when she heard this and she asked quickly.

"It was the herbs my master picked in the mountains. I had to match dozens of pairs and took them for several months before I could get rid of the root." Liu Qingshan said in fact.

Aunt Guo grabbed Liu Qingshan's arm excitedly: "Child, then your master..."

"My master is a forest ranger on our mountain."

Liu Qingshan grabbed the back of his head: "Forest ranger, you don't let him go down the mountain."

"Let's go, let's go!" Aunt Guo kept saying, as long as she could cure the old man's illness, it would be better than anything else.

Liu Qingshan also felt the deep relationship between the husband and mother, and the truth was the same as his grandparents, so he smiled and said:

"Okay, with me, my master will definitely be able to treat Mr. Guo. If it were an outsider, my master would be very weird and he would definitely ignore it."

"That's good, that's good, kid, you can't leave, auntie go shopping for vegetables!" Aunt Guo cleaned up and went out, unable to stop him.

When she left, Old Man Guo tapped Liu Qingshan with his hands: "You boy, you have to make me do it to you, right? Tell me, what are your plans?"

He didn't believe it. It was just the villagers in his own village who had to make some fruit wine and drink it.

If that thing is brewed by the local method, you can use your own jar to make it. Why spend money to hire him, a professional master?

Liu Qingshan yelled twice, then took out a small bottle from his pocket, which was the kind of medicine bottle containing penicillin, which looked one inch tall, containing golden liquid.

Gently open the rubber cover on it, and a strange fragrance immediately emanates.

Old Man Guo took a sip, and then he was stunned, as if Sun Wukong had imposed a fixed posture, motionless.
Chapter completed!