Qian Zhaodi said half of it, but she was embarrassed to say it.
She wants Yaoyao to teach her how to make wine.
She was a woman with a son, and she also wanted to learn a profitable craft.
However, Yaoyao had already taught her rice wine, and it was too shameless for her to teach her wine.
I have nothing to give Yaoyao.
"Yao Yao, I can help you. If you need anything, just call me." Qian Zhaodi changed his words.
"Aunt, just learn from me." Jiang Yao said.
Qian Zhaodi was a little surprised, but still said: "Yao Yao, you should not teach this kind of craft to others casually. As the saying goes, teach the apprentice and starve the master to death..."
"Aunt, I don't teach everyone, I just teach you. When we have money in the future, we can do business and open a tavern together."
Jiang Yao is not a holy mother, anyone can teach her.
Jiang Yao has great ambitions and wants to open a tavern.
Of course, you have to do it step by step.
Jiang Yao has now made a plan. The first step is to earn the first pot of gold by selling rice wine, which will be used as start-up capital to buy a shop.
In addition, she wants to make wine.
Not only rice wine, she also makes wine, plum wine, Tusu wine, etc.
These wines are long-lasting and require time to brew.
Like wine, it takes two months.
However, one advantage is that it is durable.
She brewed the wine first and could sell it when the tavern opened.
When the business is done, she will open her own wine shop and the pub will also open branches...
Manpower is also indispensable.
Qian Zhaodi is down-to-earth and hard-working. Jiang Yao chose her not because she was his aunt, but because she was a good person.
Qian Zhaodi was particularly moved after hearing this.
Yaoyao actually trusted her so much...
She must do it well!
The next day.
While Jiang Yao was making wine, Qian Zhaodi and Zhao Qingqing stood aside and looked at her.
Jiang Yao wore disposable gloves from the blind box, crushed the mountain grapes and put them into the jar.
Qian Zhaodi and Zhao Qingqing also took a jar each.
Qian Zhaodi studied seriously.
Jiang Yao said that it should be crushed into smaller pieces, the more crushed the better.
Qian Zhaodi pinched each one very seriously.
Zhao Qingqing squeezed it for fun, feeling that it was quite a relief. Even when she saw the lazy Taoist priest passing by, she didn't have the urge to slap him.
The three of them worked hard all morning and finished squeezing those mountain grapes.
Add rock sugar and distiller's yeast to Jiang Yao.
These are all opened from blind boxes.
Jiang Yao originally thought that the blind box was random, but now it seems that it is not completely random.
For example, the probability of opening something related to brewing is higher.
Blind Box is supporting her career.
Jiang Yao decided to wipe the trash can a few more times when she had time.
After adding rock sugar and distiller's yeast, Jiang Yao sealed the jar and placed it in the room.
"Jiang Yao, how long does it take for this wine to be ready?" Zhao Qingqing asked.
"Two months." Jiang Yao said.
Zhao Qingqing's little face drooped, a little disappointed.
She also wanted to taste the wine before leaving.
Her father and the county magistrate were busy dealing with the remaining bandits.
That's why she was let out to find Jiang Yao.
She promised her father that she would stay with the Jiang family for a month.
Now it seems that I can no longer taste the wine I brewed.
Jiang Yao naturally saw what she was thinking.
"I'll hide the wine for you. You can come and drink it anytime." Jiang Yao said.
Zhao Qingqing suddenly burst into laughter.
She was reluctant to separate.
When Jiang Yao said this, the pain of separation was relieved.
Life is so long, and they still have many opportunities to meet!
"Okay, my brew must be delicious, no one is allowed to drink it secretly." Zhao Qingqing put her own brew at the end, took Jiang Xiaohei's pen, and wrote the words "Zhao Qingqing Brewing".
"Can I drink it?" Little Sweet Baby asked her, raising her little head.
Little sweet babies are simply killers of all ages.
Zhao Qingqing pinched her little face: "The exception is little sweet baby."
Qian Zhaodi walked up to Jiang Yao.
"Yao Yao, now is the season when mountain grapes are ripe. I want to go to the mountains to pick some more..." Qian Zhaodi said.
This reminded Jiang Yao.
The mountain grapes are ripe, but after a few heavy rains, they will fall off and become rotten.
If it happens again, we have to wait until next year.
So, take the opportunity to pick more.
"Aunt, I can't pick it by myself. I think we need to find more people to pick it. Now that the busy farming season is over and everyone has nothing to do, why not let everyone pick it and we will harvest it."
"Yao Yao, can I get paid for this?"
"One penny per catty," Jiang Yao said, "However, I want good quality, purple and mature ones, not green ones, and don't want rotten ones."
Qian Zhaodi counted on her fingers.
If you collect one hundred catties on this day, you will need one tael of silver.
Just thinking about it makes my body hurt.
"Yao Yao, why don't I go pick it..."
"Aunt, we are in a big business and we can't care about such a small amount of money. Let others do such low-value work."
Jiang Yao taught Qian Zhaodi a lesson.
They are technical talents who are responsible for making wine. If they were to pick mountain grapes, they would be overqualified.
Qian Zhaodi was persuaded by her: "I will listen to you, but I am short-sighted."
The news that Jiang Yao wanted to harvest mountain grapes quickly spread in Qingmu Village.
"The mountain grapes are too sour. You'll get hungry easily after eating them. It's a waste of rice. What does Jiang Yao do with the mountain grapes?"
"It is said that one penny is worth a catty. If you pick twenty catties, isn't it worth twenty cents?"
"I only earn fifty cents a day carrying bags in town, and I'm so exhausted."
"Jiang Yao won't lie to others, right? What will happen if she doesn't want it when we pick it back?"
"I think it's just deceiving people. Only fools pick it."
The speaker was Ms. Chen, Mrs. Zhang’s daughter-in-law.
The people in Qingmu Village and the Jiang family who cannot deal with it belong to this old lady's family.
I had a quarrel with Jiang Yao before about the child.
Mrs. Zhang and Chen's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were defeated and ran away in despair. They all remember this.
Watching Jiang Yao go out on the streets and bring back a lot of things when she comes back, her life is prosperous, and I feel jealous.
"If you want to go, go ahead. Don't be fooled into working in vain."
After Chen made such a disturbance, some people gave up the idea of picking mountain grapes.
Others thought that it was idle at home, so they went to pick them.
Jiang Yao is not so wicked as to deceive the villagers and elders, right?
So, early the next morning, three or five villagers went up the mountain carrying baskets on their backs.
This area of Qingmu Village has deep mountains and forests, and there are quite a lot of grapes.
In the afternoon, everyone came down to Jiang's house with a large basket on their backs.
When someone comes, Jiang Yao goes to the door with a steel scale to weigh them.
Jiang Yao was satisfied with the good quality, and paid a penny for anything less than a pound.
For example, if it weighed twenty-nine pounds, she would give it thirty cents.
Everyone was happy after taking the money.
"I earned enough money today to buy two kilograms of meat. The Jiang family girl is really nice. She gave her money as she said she would. She didn't lie to anyone."
"Hey, go early tomorrow and call my mother-in-law."
Mrs. Chen was so angry that her teeth itched after hearing those words.