Chapter 161: Great Wisdom and Ruo Fool (3/5)

Chapter 161: Great Wise Ruo Fool (35)

"Master, do we really want the old manor to resume work now?" In the manor, Liu Jinge asked if the village was not far away.

"Um?"

"From the perspective of the manor's interests, the later the disease-relieving wine is sold, the more people will be infected with the flu, the better the sales of the disease-removing wine, which can make more profits for the manor." Liu Jinge is worthy of being a deacon, doing everything. They all put the interests of the estate first.

This is true.

After all, the flu is not a highly pathogenic disease. If you wait two more days, you might be able to get ten times the profit.

But Zhuang Buyuan still shook his head and said: "The winery belongs to my father, and my father has the final say."

Zhuang Buyuan knew his father very well. Not to mention making money, even if he didn't make money, Zhuang's father would definitely make wine.

After all, he is the last good old man in the manor!

"As for making money..." Zhuang Buyuan playfully fiddled with the lawyer's letter in his hand, "We have a better way, don't we?"

"We farmers should work diligently to make money. For example, by digging a hole, planting people in it, and then burying it, we can produce red and green banknotes, right?"

Next to her, An Danyue shook her head helplessly. If Gao Tian and Shehan heard Zhuang Buyuan's words, they would definitely not be able to cry.

They thought they had been tricked by Zhuang Buyuan - of course, they were really tricked by Zhuang Buyuan.

But is cheating all that matters?

Later, we have to bury them, stamp them firmly with our feet, pour some mysterious liquid on them, wait for them to germinate, and then harvest the crops one after another!

They should never mess with Dad Zhuang.

After looking at the information in his hand, An Danyue stood up handsomely and said: "Since the owner of the village has dug the hole, I'm going to bury the person!"

If you don't know how to do farm work, you are nothing like a manor servant!

Moreover, according to the rules of the manor, Zhuang Buyuan will get 80% of the profit claimed from the other party this time, and she can get the bulk of the remaining 20%, and everyone else will get an equal share.

If we can really claim 2 billion, hehe...

An Danyue felt that working with the owner was really a pleasure!

Let me knock gold down from your golden mountain little by little!

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After An Danyue left, Zhuang not far away took Lao Banglong, prepared various raw materials, and went straight to the farmyard.

After arriving at the farmyard, Zhuang Buyuan was shocked.

I saw that the yard was full of people, many of whom looked amazing.

Zhou Lei, the deputy district chief of Jiahu, whom he had met before, and several officials from Niushan Town were all smiling with them with low eyebrows.

There were several police cars parked outside the door, and many police officers were on guard carefully.

And these people were all gathered around Dad Zhuang, listening to what he was saying.

Judging from his beaming expression, he must be talking about wine making.

When Dad Zhuang saw Zhuang Buyuan coming, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "Xiaoyuan, come on, come on, bring the materials!"

"The process of brewing cannot be explained by just talking about it. I'll show it to you! Xiaoyuan, come and help me."

Many middle-aged people glanced over and complimented: "It's true that a tiger father has no dog son. This young man is energetic at first sight!"

Zhuang Buyuan said, "That's right, I was born with a handsome face!" You are so handsome, do you understand?

"Does the young man have a partner? Let me introduce you to one!"

"Where will the young man work? Or will he inherit the family business at home?"

"This kid?" Zhuang's father still dislikes his son. "He is idle all day long. I don't know what he is busy with. He can't help me by making wine. Fortunately, he has started a small business..."

However, although it was disgusting, his tone was full of pride.

Most of the people present were middle-aged and elderly people, and they all understood that this tone was derogatory, but in fact it was a boastful tone, and they became even more complimentary.

However, gossip is gossip. Once Father Zhuang got the ingredients for making wine, his expression suddenly became serious.

He put on a clean white coat, a mask, a hat and gloves, and started working around the "tavern brewer."

A group of middle-aged people sighed, OK, finally get to work.

In fact, why are they interested in winemaking?

They wanted to see the production process. Although Dad Zhuang had started work, they were still worried.

Their family and friends also need anti-sickness wine.

Dad Zhuang was in the greenhouse, and everyone was outside the greenhouse, and could see clearly through the transparent plexiglass.

At first, when the manor chef Feng Bin cooked for Zhuang Buyuan, he attracted many people to take videos and post them on WeChat.

Father Zhuang’s wine-making skills are already very skilled. With the addition of the manor’s identity card, the efficiency is astonishingly high. Every move has its own rules.

I saw Father Zhuang circling around the brewing vessel, his movements precise, no more, no less.

Zhuang Dad still used grapes to make wine this time. I saw Zhuang Dad working with both hands, peeling off the skins of the grapes. It was completely different from the time when he was eating while not far away from Zhuang. After eating for a long time and still feeling tired, I saw Zhuang Dad. Dad's hands shook like phantoms, and the grape skins piled down like a purple waterfall. The grapes with their skins peeled off, and the crystal clear green balls fell into a basin next to them with a flick.

Just peeling off grape skins, already made everyone stunned and almost forgot to breathe.

Half an hour later, when bottles of anti-disease wine were put into small bottles, the people present exhaled: "I finally understand what the spirit of craftsmanship is. When a skill reaches its extreme, it is really shocking." People's hearts..."

"Brewmaster!"

"Master Craftsman!"

The director of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention said: "Now I suddenly understand why Takata's imitation products are ineffective. Although I don't know how to make wine, I can see that every step and every action of Uncle Zhuang was very precise, even if it was an experiment. The experiments done in the laboratory are nothing more than that. There must be some special processing process that cannot be found out by analyzing the ingredients alone. The culture of our ancestors is indeed profound and profound!"

There was a roar of applause, and Father Zhuang finally realized what he was doing and waved his hand with some embarrassment.

The batch of wine brewed by Mr. Zhuang was quickly snapped up by everyone.

Seeing Zhuang Dad start to prepare the ingredients again seriously, everyone realized that the previous disease-removing wine was all brewed by Zhuang Dad himself with hard work.

These people just stayed in Dad Zhuang's yard, watching Dad Zhuang make wine all afternoon, as if they were enjoying some kind of performance. But after all, they were busy with official duties and finally had to leave.

After leaving one by one, I was filled with emotion.

Such a traditional and simple old craftsman brewed such an amazingly effective wine, but he was framed and almost had his results robbed. Even the well-informed people were confused and secretly worried. angry.

How could such a thing happen in Xucheng!

Absolutely not allowed!

No, I have to compensate this honest man.

When Zhuang Buyuan came back in the afternoon, he saw a lot of signs in the manor.

"Intangible Cultural Heritage Protection Unit."

"Xucheng's key support unit."

"Virtual City Quality Inspection-Exemption Unit."

"Craftsman of a great nation."

"A key unit for the inheritance of wine culture."

“Certified Craftsmanship.”

"Lazy God Certification."

"Certified unit of Xucheng Brewery Association."

"The governing unit of the Xucheng Enterprise Federation."

Anyone who could provide some certification was given a plaque.

Zhuang Buyuan looked at those signs that almost covered the door of the farmyard, and was speechless.

Looking at Zhuang's father who was still making wine seriously, Zhuang Buyuan shook his head slightly.

Dad Zhuang doesn’t care about profits, but these brands are more than just profits?

Perhaps, this is called great skill but no workmanship, great wisdom is like foolishness.