Divorce in middle age: starting with the manor system

Chapter 104, Chapter 102, the old man's brewing skills
Cheng Xueyi nodded when he heard the words, but at the same time he was surprised.

Wu Qingfeng actually wants to protect the local pig breeds, but it is not that simple to establish a private protection base.

But he also admires Wu Qingfeng very much, at least he will not do something that does not produce benefits such as protecting local pig breeds.

Humans have a hard life, but he still has the leisure to take care of the animals.

"Brother, it's a trivial matter. I'll call and ask my old man to see if there is any Bamei pig in his village." Cheng Xueyi smiled.

"Okay, thank you, brother!" Wu Qingfeng was overjoyed when he heard the words.

Eight-browed pig!
A native pig breed that lives in the Jinghe River Basin in Qindi, Longdong in Gansu Province, and Guyuan in Ningxia Province.

Bamei pig has a narrow and long head, large and drooping ears, and longitudinal "eight" wrinkles on the forehead, so it is called Bamei, and its coat color is pure black.

According to the size, appearance and production characteristics, it can be divided into three types: Dabamei, Erbamei and Xiaohuozhu.

Due to late maturity, the Dabamei pig population is extremely rare, and may already be on the verge of extinction.

Erbamei pigs are medium-maturity pigs with high production performance and extremely rare numbers.

Xiaoguo type pigs mature early and are easy to fatten, so they are very popular among the masses, so they account for about 80% of this breed. They should still be seen in rural areas where the three provinces are connected.

But the overall number is not much, and it is also an endangered local excellent pig breed.

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At noon, Wu Qingfeng cooks for himself.

"Brother, your cooking skills are really good!" Cheng Xueyi just sat down when he saw Wu Qingfeng bringing dishes to the table one by one.

Not to mention anything else, Cheng Xueyi was surprised by the food and the aroma that filled the air.

He can also cook, but if he eats for himself, it's fine, if he serves others, he will turn away customers.

"Mr. Cheng, the food my brother cooks is five-star. This means that the family has no conditions. Otherwise, I will really open your eyes." Wu Qingfeng, who sat down beside him, showed off.

As if it wasn't Wu Qingfeng's cooking skills, but his cooking skills.

Cheng Xueyi is a businessman, Wu Qingfeng is a small foreman, Wu Qingfeng has gone into the kitchen to cook, and the two of them, who are almost a year behind in age, chat happily.

Wu Qingnian wanted to be called Uncle Cheng Xueyi, but considering that his cousin Wu Qingfeng called him Brother, he definitely couldn't be called Uncle.

And Cheng Xueyi also liked Wu Qingfeng very much, because Wu Qingfeng was younger than his son, but he also considered Wu Qingfeng.

So the two called each other Mr. Wu and Mr. Cheng.

"Stop talking nonsense, brother Cheng has never seen anything, and my cooking skills are comparable to five-star, quickly pour wine for brother Cheng!" Wu Qingfeng looked at Wu Qingfeng who was bragging about him, and stared fiercely. glance.

"Brother, don't worry, Mr. Cheng, I promise to accompany you!" Wu Qingnian hurriedly mentioned the home-brewed grain wine.

"Come on, Uncle Seven, you come first!" Wu Qingnian started to pour wine while holding the wine jug, he came behind Wu Shixun and said.

"You kid, Mr. Cheng is the guest. You should pour the wine for the guests first. How come I pour the wine first?" Wu Shixun looked at his nephew and said angrily.

"No, brother, you are older than me, so I will pour you the wine first, Mr. Wu did nothing wrong." Cheng Xueyi laughed quickly.

He was a soldier, and Oh Se-hoon was also a soldier.

But Wu Shixun is his predecessor, because Wu Shixun is a hero who has experienced the hail of bullets. During that war, he was only a teenager, because he was too young, otherwise he would also want to go to the battlefield and give those damn Annan people two shuttles.

Not to mention that Wu Shixun is Wu Qingfeng's father, but he didn't dare to put on airs just because he participated in that war, because such a person deserves respect.

"Brother, let's just have a regular meal. I'm not a guest, so don't treat me as a guest. We are all rural people, so let's come according to our age!" Cheng Xueyi laughed.

Rural people!

Whether rich or poor, only age is considered at the wine table, and the elders or those with higher seniority are respected.

When Wu Shixun saw what Cheng Xueyi said, he nodded, and then let his nephew Wu Qingnian pour the wine.

Although Cheng Xueyi is a friend of his son, the two had a lot in common when they talked about their deeds as soldiers.

Seeing his sixth uncle Wu Shixun give up his wine glass, Wu Qingnian quickly poured the wine. After his sixth uncle's drink was finished, he poured wine for Cheng Xueyi again.

"Mr. Cheng, don't mind if there's no good wine at home!"

"If you're not used to this wine, then I'll go to my house and get Wuliangye!" Wu Qingnian smiled and poured wine for Cheng Xueyi.

He was his cousin Wu Qingfeng who stayed to accompany him, because I heard that Cheng Xueyi drank a lot, and he drank a lot. He drank with his workers every day, or drank with contractors and small bosses. up.

Of course, apart from his cousin asking him to drink with him and greeting Cheng Xueyi, he also had a relationship with Cheng Xueyi. Before Cheng Xueyi accidentally revealed that he wanted to build a nursery base, so he had to establish a good relationship with Cheng Xueyi. The supporting facilities are also a big project.

"Mr. Wu, I don't like to hear these words. What kind of grain wine can I not drink? I live in An City for a few days, so I can become a city resident?"

"When I drank the grain wine, you Mr. Wu hadn't been born yet!" Cheng Xueyi glanced at Wu Qingnian upon hearing this.

"Okay, okay, okay, it's good if you can drink it. My seventh uncle's bag of grain wine is brewed by myself. My seventh uncle brews wine. It's just a must. Almost all the old people in our village are more or less drunk. I want to ask my uncle Liu for some wine."

"It's because the season is wrong, otherwise I must let you try the sorghum wine and jujube wine brewed by my seventh uncle. The taste of the wine is so fragrant that it is not bragging!" Wu Qingnian smiled as he poured the wine.

"Okay, you kid, I don't know when you became so glib, you can make a lot of wine!" Wu Shixun didn't want to talk at first, but Wu Qingnian, a brat, flattered too loudly up.

"Uncle Qi, why are you so modest!" Wu Qingnian laughed.

"Go, go, go!" Wu Shixun scolded with a smile.

"I didn't expect my brother to have this kind of craftsmanship. I don't think Mr. Wu is bragging. The appearance of this wine is golden yellow, clear and transparent, without any impurities, and the taste of the wine is very mellow. Brother, this is not a certain degree of research. It can't reach this level." Cheng Xueyi sniffed the smell of the grain wine in the wine glass, and had to say that Wu Shixun's wine making skills are good.

This is by no means flattering. He is a wine lover and has a little money. He can't afford or has never drunk almost all the wines on the market, so he still has a certain right to speak about good wine.

"What kind of study, it's all exaggerated by the young boy!" Wu Shixun shook his head and laughed: "I haven't studied wine making for a few years. I used to buy wine. I can't drink Wuliangye, Moutai, etc. bought by my children at home. used."

"I still like to drink grain wine, sorghum wine, etc., but now these vendors are too treacherous. They only buy grain wine for five yuan a catty. I can't even believe it."

"No, my mouth is greedy, so I learned how to make wine from others. I drank a little by myself, and Murakami's cousins ​​would get some from me if they wanted to drink. I can only drink it by myself with my skills, which is not superb!" Wu Shixun smiled and shook his head.

(End of this chapter)