80s Taoism

Zhang Youping originally planned to sell the wine at the price of rice wine, but Zai Zai sold it at a high price of one yuan a catty. Naturally, the large characters of four cents a catty written on the red paper would not be needed anymore. Zhang Youping had secretly folded the red paper just now.

"It's good for you to be a father. Throw me here, don't you know that there is a group of bastards in the town looking for money everywhere? It's okay to lose this thing. If someone abducts you, such a capable little boy, I don't think you can cry?" The old man severely criticized Zhang Youping.

Everyone also said that the old man was right, Zhang Youping was too careless as a father.

Zhang Youping was a little scared after being told, and nodded quickly, "I also didn't know that the town is in such a mess now."

"Hey. People nowadays are all looking at money." The old man shook his head and returned to the topic, "I can't lift these two barrels of wine with my old bones. If I were your age, these two barrels of wine would be no problem. So I have to trouble you to give me a gift. I will pay you first."

The old man took out a wallet from his pocket, and counted fourteen very neat cards from it, "You count."

"Don't count, don't count." Zhang Youping took the money, folded it a few times, and put it in a secret pocket.

"Being on the verge of Chinese New Year, be careful. Now there are often a group of pickpockets in the town watching people pickpocketing in your countryside." The old man reminded again kindly.

"Thank you. Thank you." Zhang Youping thanked him repeatedly.

When the people around saw that the wine was sold out, they went to do their own things one by one.

"You little boy is smart. You need to train him well, don't bury him. You even know how to pour out the wine and use the aroma of the wine to attract everyone. The smell of the wine is too deep in the alley. If you don't use this method, who knows the smell of the wine in your house? Little boy, what is your name?" The old man stroked Zhang Jiaohua's head.

"Zhang Jiaohua." Zhang Jiaohua replied crisply.

"Hey, I'm asking about your first name." The old man thought Zhang Jiaohua was referring to his nickname.

"My first name is also called Zhang Jiaohua. When Zhang Dechun registered for the ball day, he put my nickname on it. My first name is also called Zhang Jiaohua." After entering elementary school, Zhang Jiaohua began to understand that a name with a flower is not necessarily a good name. Especially his name.

"No cursing." Zhang Youping was a little embarrassed, and patted Zai Zai on the head. He could tell that this old wine seller should be a person of relatively high status. It is naturally inappropriate for Zai Zai to swear in front of such a person.

The old man was not surprised either, he laughed and said, "You can go to the police station and change the name on the household registration book. If you change it, you won't be called a beggar anymore."

"Ah, it can be changed." Zhang Jiaohua was taken aback.

Zhang Youping smiled awkwardly, "I went to the village to ask about it before, and I heard that you have to go to the police station to change your name, but you didn't think it was too much trouble, so you didn't change it. It's just a syllable. If you change it, you're not used to it. It's just a name anyway."

"How can this matter be troublesome? It is related to the whole life of a child. It's okay to be called Hua or Hua at home. Do you think it's appropriate to be called Hua and Hua when you grow up and go out into the world in the future? But this habit, it really is. The name of Beggar, hehe. Or you can change the word, the sound shouldn't. change.

"This name is good, this name is good, thank you, old man." Zhang Youping thanked quickly.

Zhang Jiaohua read this name, it was better than the beggar called "Beggar".

The old man said again, "Come on, this way. If you want to change your name, go to the town police station with your household registration book and go to Director Luo. Just say that Luo Yongming asked you to go to him. He will definitely take care of it."

"I want it." Zhang Youping nodded repeatedly.

The old man's house lives in the old street, and it is still a very simple wooden house. The furnishings inside are very classical, with an antique charm.

The house was very clean. Zhang Youping took the two barrels of wine off the bicycle and brought them to the door, not daring to walk in casually. I am afraid that my rain boots will dirty other people's houses. In fact, there is snow everywhere now, and Zhang Youping's rain boots are also clean.

"Come in, drink a cup of hot water to warm up before leaving. Your wine is really good, is it different from other people's wine brewing method?" asked the old man.

"It's not too much difference. Maybe the brewing time is longer. There are some miscellaneous grains in it." Naturally, Zhang Youping couldn't tell the truth about the wine making that day.

"No wonder, it may be that these miscellaneous grains have played a role. It's completely different from the rice wine you drink on weekdays. It's a bit like the old wine from a big winery." The old man didn't want to know so clearly, he just asked casually.

Zhang Youping also wanted to take advantage of the New Year's Eve to sell all the wine at home, so he sat in the old man's house for a while, then said goodbye and left.

Once outside, Zhang Jiaohua took out the steamed buns wrapped in kraft paper from his pocket, "Father, you eat steamed buns."

"Where did you get the steamed stuffed bun?" Zhang Youping didn't pick it up, but carried Zhang Jiaohua onto the rear rack, and then got on the bicycle.

"You bought it when you went shopping." Zhang Jiaohua said.

"Then you take it first, then go back and feed it to your mother." Before Zhang Youping pedaled hard, the bicycle was already flying. Zhang Youping was so frightened that he shook his hand and the bicycle wobbled, but quickly stabilized again.

Liu Qiaoye was also very surprised that the two father and son went back so early, "You guys came back so early?"

"That's right, the three barrels of wine were sold together with the barrels. It cost more than two hundred yuan!" Zhang Jiaohua said excitedly.

"More than two hundred? That much?" Liu Qiaoye thought it would cost 40 cents a catty, and the maximum price would be 60 yuan. Three buckets of money, that is, thirty or forty yuan. Unexpectedly, it sold for more than two hundred.

Zhang Youping was also very excited, "Our family's wine is good, and it costs one yuan per catty, and others bought it back barrel by barrel."

"People in the city are really rich." Liu Qiaoye sighed.

People in the city are all paid by the state, and they receive it on a regular basis every month. There are too few ways for farmers to get money, and it is not easy to make a little money. Comparing the two phases, the gap is naturally huge.

The two father and son ran two or three times in a row, and used the same method to sell all the barrels of wine that were going to be sold, and even made more than 500 yuan a day. It is equivalent to the income of the family for two years. When he came back, Zhang Youping really made up his mind to buy a firework, and bought some toys and small fireworks for Zhang Jiaohua. I bought a red couplet and pasted it on the gate. All of a sudden, the yard is full of the atmosphere of the Spring Festival.