80s Taoism

Jin Hu and the others kept shaking their hands, Jin Hu pulled Zhang Jiaohua to see a pool of blood in the snow, Fu Gui pretended to push the bicycle, Xiao Shuan rolled on the ground with his feet hugged, Gou Wa and Man Cang looked anxious, but they didn't know how to express their meaning.

Seeing the pool of blood, Zhang Jiaohua scratched his head, "You mean someone was injured here? It was because they hit our bicycle."

Jin Hu and the others nodded first and then shook their heads for a while.

Zhang Jiaohua was young, and his body was full of the simplicity of a farm boy, and he didn't think about stealing at all.

The stall sellers around did not dare to come over and tell Zhang Jiaohua the truth, they were all worried about being retaliated by the three short-lived ghosts. Those three bums are so capable, but they have too many cronies. If he suffers a lot today, they will be able to gather a group of bastards to take revenge later. Those who set up stalls here to do business are all to support their families. If they offend them, the stall will not be able to continue. How will the family live? Therefore, those small vendors looked at Zhang Jiaohua's side, and they were hesitant to speak.

Zhang Jiaohua didn't think too much about it, she found a clean place, took the buns and continued to eat. Don't look at his small belly, he took a few mouthfuls of steamed stuffed buns, and he ate three of them in a short while before he patted his slightly bulging stomach. Carefully wrap the remaining buns in brown paper and place them in a padded bag to keep them warm longer.

Looking around, Zhang Youping still hadn't come back, so Zhang Jiaohua went to a nearby booth selling cups to buy some cups. Then he and Jin Hu released the three barrels of wine to the ground. A glass of wine was poured from the barrel. An alluring aroma of wine immediately wafted through the air. This wine is really fragrant, and it floated a hundred meters away.

People passing back and forth on the street immediately smelled the aroma of wine.

"Huh? Whose wine spilled?"

"Why is it so fragrant? Is it old wine?"

"It's so fragrant, isn't this the Daohua Fragrant Wine from Gezhuping Town Winery?"

"Where is Daohua Fragrant Wine so fragrant?"

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Just as people were looking for the source of the wine aroma, a childish voice sounded.

"Hey! Wine is on sale! First-class wine. Come and have a look, have a look." Zhang Jiaohua yelled straight away.

Zhang Jiaohua is not born with business skills, but learned from TV. This set of routines is completely the routine of small vendors in TV dramas.

The people who were just aroused by the smell of wine immediately surrounded Zhang Jiaohua.

"Xiaozi, is this your wine?" someone asked.

"Of course it's my wine." Zhang Jiaohua nodded.

"Why is your wine so fragrant? Could it be that some spices have been added?" Someone asked again.

"No. I didn't see my mother add spices to the wine. It smells so fragrant when it's roasted." Zhang Jiaohua scratched his head. He really can't figure it out.

"Xiaozi, can you give me a taste of your wine?" A middle-aged man squeezed out from the crowd and walked up to Zhang Jiaohua.

Zhang Jiaohua didn't answer either, just poured some wine into the empty glass and handed it to the man.

The middle-aged man took out the cup and drank the wine in one gulp. Everyone around looked at the middle-aged man, wanting to know how the wine tasted from his mouth.

"Good wine! This wine is better than Moutai." The middle-aged man clicked his mouth, tasted the taste of the wine carefully, and said excitedly.

The middle-aged man said so exaggeratedly, the people beside him didn't believe it, thinking that the middle-aged man was with this child. After all, it is impossible for any family to let a child come to sell wine, what about the adults in his family? Everyone looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously.

The middle-aged man ignored the people around him, "Xiaozi, how do you sell this wine?"

"I want to sell this wine in my house. It costs one yuan per catty." How does Zhang Jiaohua know how much this wine should be sold for per catty? But if you think about it, it costs a dime to buy a bun. No matter what, this wine is more expensive than buns. In fact, loose rice wine in the countryside is really not much more expensive than a bun in the town. A catty of rice wine is exchanged for a catty of rice. The price of a catty of rice is less than 40 cents. The price of a bun is two cents. Zhang Jiaohua shouted one yuan per catty, almost three times the price of ordinary rice wine. The price is about the same as the bulk wine of Daohuaxiang wine.

"It's cheap. Do you have anything for wine?" asked the middle-aged man.

Zhang Jiaohua shook his head. It's also a bit difficult, he really didn't expect this. Most of the people in this market are farmers who come to buy supplies for the New Year. Naturally, it is impossible to bring a flagon from home to the town to break up the wine. Even people from the town are unlikely to come to this stall to break up the wine. There are often fixed places for breaking up loose wine. Grab a salt water bottle and run over to fill a bottle. In the whole market, Zhang Jiaohua was also selling three barrels of wine.

"How about this, I'll buy your barrel, and you sell the barrel to me." The middle-aged man just said that the wine was cheap, so he was naturally embarrassed to ask Zhang Jiaohua to give him the plastic barrel. Agricultural materials are cheap these days, but industrial products are very expensive.

"Yes." Zhang Jiaohua nodded.

This kind of plastic bucket is packed in 50 catties, but if it is completely full, there must be an extra catty or two. Middle-aged men are also embarrassed to take advantage of a child. He directly took out 70 yuan and handed it to Zhang Jiaohua, "I'll give you 70 yuan for the barrel. It's just a little more. Let's focus on your wine. Speaking of which, I also took advantage of it. Such a good wine is only one yuan a catty. If I had money, I would buy your three barrels of wine."

The middle-aged man paid the money, picked up a barrel of wine and left. At first, everyone thought that this middle-aged man was with Zhang Jiaohua, but now it doesn't look like that.

"Xiaozi, can I have a taste of your wine too?" An old man in his sixties stood up again. Judging by his appearance, he should be from the town. He was wearing a neat woolen tunic suit, with a red sweater with a high collar exposed. She wore a pair of black leather shoes. Either retired cadres or state staff. These people are well-off, and their purchasing power is a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary people.

Zhang Jiaohua also poured him some wine, but he was not willing to pour too much.

As a result, the old man took a sip of the glass, swirled the wine in his mouth, savored it carefully, showing a look of enjoyment, and nodded approvingly, "It has been a long time indeed. But it is an exaggeration to say that it is better than Moutai. It is really cheap to sell it for one yuan per catty. I want these two barrels of wine. But I don't have so much strength, so I can't take them back. Where is your adult? Can you ask your adult to deliver it home for me?"

"I want it, I want it." Zhang Youping squeezed out from the crowd. He was holding a red paper brush, measuring wine, raisins and a funnel in his hand. These things are not in one place, and there are crowds of people everywhere during the Chinese New Year. He spent a lot of time buying these things, and when he came back here, he was taken aback. With so many people around here, I thought something had happened. Seeing Zai Zai selling wine, he simply stood in the crowd to observe.