"Brother Mu has changed." Sha Pozi seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be angry.
"Did the servants beat their brains out in the last round? Tsk, I can't even afford the wine, so I have to make it myself."
"Fifteen taels of silver, I will come to get it in three days. If you can't hand it over, then follow that cheap maid and die together."
The killer stood up and walked slowly outside the ruined courtyard.
The five well-dressed men seemed to feel that they were not relieved enough. When they left, they knocked randomly with whistle sticks and broke the courtyard door.
Si Hu cursed his mother and wanted to rush towards him with his sentry stick, but Xu Mu stopped him with his hand.
With their current strength, there is no way they can fight against the entire dark chain of interests in Wangzhou City.
"Xu Lang, yes, I'm sorry." Jiang Caiwei walked out of the room with red eyes, her voice full of tears.
"You have to thank Brother Mu, if it were another stickman, he would have sold the stakes long ago after driving them!" Si Hu was indignant. After shouting something, he ran to the side and started to clean up.
"Xu Lang, go to the house and sleep tonight." The voice became smaller and smaller, until it was as subtle as a mosquito.
Xu Mu didn't know that Jiang Caiwei wanted to commit herself to her and thought that if he entered the house, it would be a spring night.
But he didn't want to think that he and Jiang Caiwei were not in love now, but were tied together.
It was a bitter record before, but now it is fifteen taels.
Xu Mu only felt that the two of them seemed to be tied up tighter and tighter.
"I'll just sleep in the cowshed. I won't go out to collect firewood for the next two days."
"Xu Lang, I can make money!"
"Listen to me." Xu Mu sighed, "Stay at the end of the house and build a few more earthen stoves for me. It's best to build some wooden fences to cover the courtyard wall."
The private liquor business has just started, and Xu Mu doesn't want too many people to know about it.
"The slave family...is aware of it."
Jiang Caiwei was still a little uneasy. After all, fifteen taels of silver was a huge sum for people like them.
"Go to sleep."
"When I accepted your coins earlier, I promised that I would not sell my wife."
Jiang Caiwei turned around and let tears fall down her face.
…
Early in the morning, Xu Mu ordered Si Hu to pile up several wine jars, found an old wooden cart, and pushed it toward the market.
In Wangzhou City, there are many old wine-making shops, which almost monopolize all the business in the city. Ordinary people make private wine only for their own consumption.
There are very few people like Xu Mu who just have a few altars and go to the market to do business.
"Three liang per jar."
Three taels is just Xu Mu's starting price. If the name is used, it will only increase more and more.
"It's unusual for a stickman to make wine and pay back three taels for a jar. In February Spring, the old wine shop has a century-old name and only dares to sell it for two cents of silver."
"Sold by force?"
By the time it was three o'clock in the morning, a lot of people were already gathered around the wooden cart. Many of them recognized Xu Mu's identity as a stickman and were even more curious for a moment.
Xu Mu smiled, lined up a row of small wine glasses on the wooden carriage board, and poured some into them one by one.
In an instant, the mellow smell of alcohol hit the noses of the onlookers.
"The aroma of this wine is quite good."
"Everyone, there is no charge for this cup." Xu Mu cupped his hands and raised his eyes to look at the Fugui Restaurant opposite.
If you want to make a name for your private liquor business, your first choice is Wangzhou City's largest Fugui Restaurant.
"I drank!"
"Come and have a drink together!"
As Xu Mu thought, distilled private wine is much better than ordinary fermented wine, both in terms of taste and refreshing feeling.
Before long, the crowd in front of the wooden carriage turned red and became excited and lively.
"Hey, scoop two liang for me."
"I'll scoop up half a catty!"
"If you drink this wine, you will feel like you are an immortal official."
“Fine wine cannot be valued.”
In less than a moment, three of the four jars of private wine were sold.
Si Hu, who was holding six or seven taels of silver, cheered like a child and almost hugged Xu Mu and kissed him twice.
"There's another jar left! Hey, stickman, there's another jar left!" Those who arrived late were naturally unwilling to do anything because they were too slow. They pointed at the last jar of moonshine on the wooden cart.
"Someone wants this jar first. If you like it, you can come back in a few days." Xu Mu said calmly.
Si Hu bulged his eyes and picked up his whistle stick. His fierce look finally made the angry and unwilling man retreat a little.
When the crowd finally dispersed, Xu Mu still stood steadily, with no intention of closing.
In the Fugui Restaurant opposite, a fat middle-aged man also stood silently for a long time. Finally, he waved and called a waiter.
"My boss asked you to come with some wine." The boy raised his nose and spoke.
Xu Mu breathed a sigh of relief and didn't mind. He gave Si Hu some instructions, followed the waiter in the hall and walked into Fugui Restaurant with the last jar of private wine in his arms.
As the ancients say, the aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley. After looking at the Fugui Restaurant opposite for so long, you will eventually become curious and can't help it.
"Did you make wine?"
The fat shopkeeper of the restaurant was called Zhou Fu. After squinting his eyes and taking a drink, his expression became surprised, but he quickly hid it.
"It's a bit astringent. In the final analysis, it's still not as good as February Spring."
"Shopkeeper Zhou is really an expert."
Xu Mu smiled faintly, hugged the wine jar and walked out.
This time, it was Zhou Fu's turn to be anxious. He didn't expect that the little stickman in front of him was actually the owner of the meat hob.
In Wangzhou City, no wine shop should lick its face to flatter someone. After all, Fugui Restaurant needs at least a hundred jars of wine every day.
"Wait a moment, wait a moment first." Zhou Fu laughed dryly.
"How about this? Each jar of wine is one tael of silver. How much do I want?"
"We won't sell it for three taels or a penny less." Xu Mu smiled and shook his head.
"It's too expensive. Not many people in Wangzhou City can afford it."
The poor couldn't afford it, but the rich businessmen and officials wanted to soak in the wine jar every day.
"If Shopkeeper Zhou doesn't want it, I'll go to another restaurant to check it out so as not to waste time."
"Wait, wait!"
Zhou Fu gritted his teeth and couldn't figure out where the little stickman in front of him had the confidence.
However, it is undoubtedly a good wine. If other restaurants take advantage of it and steal the business, the loss will be terrible.
"I want fifty altars first."
"No problem, I'll pick it up in ten days."
Zhou Fu was startled, "Ten days? This is a bit too slow. The old wine shop in February Spring will deliver a batch in three days."
"The process required for good wine is not comparable to that of wine from old wine shops."
"This... seems to be the same."
"Shopkeeper Zhou, could you please pay a deposit first?"
Zhou Fu frowned displeased, "How much do you want?"
"Thirty taels of silver."
"Thirty taels! You are a stickman. If you take the money and run away, where can I find it?"
"If Shopkeeper Zhou is not willing, there will naturally be another restaurant that is willing."
Xu Mu was too lazy to talk. He picked up the wine jar and thought about walking out.
"Here! Thirty taels! If you dare to lie to me, little stickman, I have enough people to kill your whole family!"
Throwing a bag of silver on the table, Zhou Fu's voice suddenly turned cold.