Rebirth in 88 starts as a carpenter

Chapter 58 Drinking Shuanggou and Tasting Moutai

In winter, it gets dark earlier than usual.

When Wu Yuan rushed to the countryside, it was already dark.

Only the lights coming from the jagged doorways on both sides of the road guided passers-by.

Even so, Wu Yuan still stepped to the door of Fan's Hotel.

It's not because he cherishes Fan's Hotel so much, but because Fan's Hotel is the only private two-story building among the rows of bungalows on the roadside.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Fan Weimin, who was puffing away with Xiong Gang. He hurriedly greeted him, shaking the filter cigarette case in his hand and saying, "Boss Wu is a rare visitor. Your visit today really makes the house shine."

Fan Weimin has a harmless face. He is both the owner and the only cook of the restaurant.

Such a person seems ordinary.

But Wu Yuan knew very well that this person was not simple.

The fact that Fan's Restaurant has been able to survive for five or six years is not due to Fan Weimin's superb cooking skills.

It's because Fan Weimin manages the relationship between the village and the village very well and smoothly.

When he encounters those who pay for their money with nothing, he has the ability to get their money back.

So despite the collapse of four or five other restaurants nearby, Fan's Hotel is still running smoothly.

Wu Yuan took the other party's filter, and after some polite pushing and shoving, he tilted his mouth, blocked the wind, and allowed the other party to order for him: "I have admired the name of Fan's Restaurant for a long time, and I have long wanted to try Boss Fan's craftsmanship.

, It’s a pity that I was a pauper before, but today, thanks to the light of several elders, I have a chance.”

Fan Weimin waved his hands repeatedly: "Boss Wu, what you said is wrong! A young hero like you, whether he has money or not, will be welcomed by his humble abode."

At this time, Xiong Gang came over and said, "Boss Fan is the first self-employed business owner in our township."

Fan Weimin showed a bitter smile and said: "Back then, it was just to support my family, so I had no choice but to stand out."

Wu Yuan praised: "With this courage, Boss Fan can make a fortune."

"Get rich together! Get rich together!"

While exchanging greetings, Fan Weimin welcomed the two of them into the private room on the second floor, and then hurried into the kitchen.

There was only one person in the private room, Wang Wufu, the head of Xiawei Village, whom Xiong Gang had brought.

The two parties met and after lighting cigarettes, Xiong Gang asked: "Didn't I ask you to come with your father-in-law? Where are the others?"

"Dad is going to treat Lao Xu's head. He asked me to come over and take care of it first."

Xiong Gang nodded: "In a moment, your fourth brother-in-law will bring the village chief of their village, whose surname is Cheng. In addition, there will be Li Fugui, the party secretary of Shangwei Village, and Li Laomao, the village chief."

Teams from the four villages have finally arrived.

Wu Yuan stood up and said: "I'm going to get a box of good wine."

Xiong Gang chased him out the door: "What kind of wine are you planning to get?"

"Make a box of Moutai?" Wu Yuan didn't hide it. Today's Moutai is not expensive, and with his financial resources, he can completely afford it.

However, Xiong Gang objected: "Just get a bottle of Maotai to try it out. Don't make it all Maotai. Use Shuanggou for the others."

Wu Yuan looked hesitant.

Xiong Gang pushed him and said, "Just listen to me."

Wu Yuan didn't hesitate anymore and went downstairs to ask.

As a result, when I went down to the first floor, I didn't see Fan Weimin himself. I called out several times before a female voice answered.

Then an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl with braided braids walked in from the backyard: "Why did you call me daddy?"

"I'll ask what kind of wine is available in the hotel."

"Then you can ask me."

"Is there a double groove?"

"Of course, our specialty is Shuanggou wine. Do you want better or worse? Better..."

"It's better, six bottles first. Do you have any other Moutai?"

"You have to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy Moutai, but I'm afraid this place is closed."

If this is the case, Wu Yuan will have to ride back to get it.

A while ago, he went to a department store to check out the situation. He passed by the county supply and marketing cooperative and bought a box of Maotai directly.

The price was really too affordable and there was no purchase limit, so he couldn't resist.

At this moment, Fan Weimin walked out of the backyard, his words still smelling like cigarettes: "Boss Wu, how much Maotai do you want? There are still three or two bottles, but she doesn't know about the child."

The girl with braided pigtails was stabbed in the back by Lao Fan. She was unhappy, twisted her body, and stamped her feet: "How many times have I told you, I am no longer a child!"

Fan Weimin pretended to glare fiercely, but it had no effect at all.

The braided girl also glanced at Wu Yuan, then reluctantly returned to the backyard and continued picking vegetables.

"Boss Fan, just one bottle of Moutai will be enough. We just have a taste. We can't afford to drink too much."

Fan Weimin nodded: "Don't worry, I'll have someone send it up later."

The wine has been ordered.

Soon, cadre teams from three other villages also arrived one after another.

Everyone is older than him.

Wu Yuangan sat down willingly, with his back to the door.

Seeing that my father-in-law and third brother-in-law were arranged in the upper seats, one on the left and one on the right.

So everyone here is a good person, and no one is simple.

After finishing a box of Yipin plums, Wu Yuan shouted downstairs to take away the food.

Soon, the braid stomped up on the floor carrying six cold dishes.

Walking among the flowing water, my hands and feet were obviously a little rusty.

When Wu Yuan saw it, he quickly stood up and helped put six plates of cold dishes on the table.

After putting the cold dishes on the table, Wang Wufu, the village head of Xiawei Village who has always been harmless to humans and animals, said slowly and calmly: "Bingbing, didn't your father tell you that the wine should be served first?"

The braid was choked by this, and the thin-skinned man suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He could only stamp his feet and said bitterly: "My name is not Bingbing, but Fan Bing!"

Wang Wufu said: "Bingbing sounds better."

Everyone nodded tacitly.

Fan Bing then brought the Shuanggou up with a squeaking sound, and there was a Maotai white porcelain bottle lying on it.

As soon as he entered the door, he was startled by Mr. Li, the head of Shangwei Village, who was sitting next to Wu Yuan.

He quickly stood up and rushed over to take down the Moutai white porcelain bottle: "Hey, be good, this is Moutai, what if it falls and gets smashed?"

After saying that, Mr. Li hurriedly said: "Bah, bah, bah, what the hell am I talking about?"

I vomited after eating this hand.

It's not that I'm afraid Maotaijiu will hear it, but I'm afraid that everyone here will hear it and think it's unlucky.

After all, eight cadres from four villages sat together for a common development goal.

Fan Bing said nothing.

As a girl, she was already struggling to carry a box of double ditches.

Coupled with Maotai, sweat breaks out on the tip of my nose.

This is the last nine cold days.

Even so, Xiong Gang was also a little unhappy.

If Lao Fan or his wife were to serve this wine, they would definitely not be served together.

First put on a box of Shuanggou wine.

When everyone is done drinking, a bottle of Moutai is added as a topping, which completely elevates the atmosphere of the banquet to a new level.

In this way, why worry about failure?

Now, everyone has seen Moutai, and everyone is eager to try Moutai first.

How can I control the rhythm of this table?

Fortunately, Party Secretary Yang, the oldest and most senior person, spoke up: "Today, let's have a drink first, it's enough. Then, through the taste of Maotai, we will experience the close cooperation between our villages for mutual benefit."

Development sweetness.”

Happy weekend, Yanzu Yifei!

(End of chapter)