80s Taoism

The Golden Tigers kept shaking their hands. The Golden Tigers took Zhang Jiahua to see the pool of blood in the snow, while the rich and wealthy went to push the bicycle. Xiao Chuan hugged his feet and rolled on the ground. The dog and Man Cang looked anxious. , But don’t know how to express the meaning.

Zhang Jiaohua saw the pool of blood and scratched his head. "Are you saying that someone was injured here? It was because he hit our bike."

The Golden Tigers first nodded and then shook their heads for a while.

Zhang Jiaohua is not very young, and his body is full of the simplicity of peasant children, and he didn't even think about stealing.

The surrounding stalls also didn't dare to come over and tell Zhang Jiahua the truth, they were all worried about being retaliated by the three short-lived ghosts. Those three second-rate guys are so capable, but they have too many friends and dogs. If he suffered a lot today, they would be able to gather a group of second-rate men to retaliate. The business stalls here are all to support the family. If they are offended and the stall can no longer be set up, how will the family live? Therefore, those small vendors looked at Zhang Jiaohua's side, and they just stopped talking.

Zhang Biaohua didn't think so much, found a clean place, and continued eating with the buns. Don't look at his small belly, a few bites of buns, and after a while, he had eaten three of them before patted his slightly bulging belly. Carefully wrap the remaining buns in kraft paper and put them in the cotton-padded bag to keep it warm for longer.

Looking around, Zhang Youping still hadn't come back, so Zhang asked the flowers to buy a few cups at a stall nearby. Then, together with Jinhu, the three barrels of wine were released to the ground. Pour a glass of wine from the barrel. An alluring aroma of wine immediately drifted away in the air. This wine is really fragrant, and it floated a hundred meters away.

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

"Huh? Whose wine spilled?"

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

"It's really fragrant, isn't this the rice flower-scented wine from the Gezhuping Town Winery?"

"Where is Daohuaxiang wine so fragrant?"

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

"Hey! It's selling wine! Excellent wine. Come and take a look, take a look." Zhang Biaohua directly yelled.

Zhang Biaohua is not born to do business, but learned from TV. This routine is exactly the routine of the hawker in the TV series.

The people who had just been aroused by the fragrance of wine immediately surrounded Zhang's position.

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

"Of course it's my family's wine." Zhang Biaohua nodded.

"Why is your wine so fragrant? Could it be any spices?" someone asked again.

"No. I didn't see my mother adding spices to the wine. It smells like this 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 of the crowd and walked to Zhang Jiaohua.

Zhang Biaohua didn't reply, he just poured some wine into the empty glass and handed it to the man.

The middle-aged man turned to a cup and drank the wine in one sip. The people around looked at the middle-aged man, wanting to know from his mouth how the wine tasted.

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

The middle-aged man said so exaggeratedly, the person next to him was a little unbelievable, thinking that the middle-aged man was in the same group with the child. After all, it's impossible for anyone to let a child come over to sell alcohol. What about his grown-ups? Everyone looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously.

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

"I want to sell this wine in my house for one yuan per catty." Where does Zhang Jiaohua know how much this wine should be sold for per catty? But think about it, it costs a dime to buy a bun. This wine is also more expensive than steamed buns. In fact, the scattered rice wine in the countryside is really not much more expensive than a bun in the town. One catty of rice wine for one catty of rice. The price of a catty of rice is less than 40 cents. The price of a bun is two cents. Zhang Jiahua shouted one yuan per catty, which was almost three times the ordinary rice wine. It is about the same price as the bulk wine of Daohuaxiang wine.

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

Zhang Jiaohua shook his head. There are also some difficulties, he really didn't expect this. Most of the farmers in this market come to buy Chinese New Year's supplies. Naturally, it is impossible to bring a jug from home to break the wine in the town. Even people in the town are unlikely to come to this stall to break up the wine. There is always a fixed place to break up the wine. Holding a salt water bottle, ran over to fill a bottle. In the entire market, Zhang Biaohua was also selling with three barrels of wine.

"Otherwise, I will buy your barrel, and you will sell it to me." The middle-aged man just said that the wine is cheap, so he was embarrassed to ask Zhang Huahua to give him the plastic barrel. Agricultural materials are cheap these days, but industrial products are very expensive.

"I want it." Zhang begged and nodded.

This kind of plastic bucket is 50 kilograms, but it is completely full, which must be one or two kilograms more. The middle-aged man is also embarrassed to take advantage of a child. Directly took out seventy yuan and handed it to Zhang Jiaohua's hands, "Even the bucket, I'll give you seventy yuan. It's only a lot more. Let's just aim for your wine. Speaking of which, I took a big advantage. That's it. Good wine is only one yuan per catty. If I have money, I have to buy your three barrels of wine."

The middle-aged man paid, picked up a barrel of wine and left. Everyone thought at first that the middle-aged man and Zhang Jiaohua were in the same group, but now they don’t look alike.

"Xiaozi, can I taste your wine too?" Another 60-year-old man stood up. From the look of him, he should be from the town, dressed in a tunic suit made of neat woolen cloth, with a high-necked red sweater exposed inside. I wore a pair of black leather shoes under my feet. Either a retired cadre or a national worker. These people are well-stocked and have a hundred times more purchasing power than ordinary people.

Zhang Biaohua also poured him a little wine, not willing to pour too much.

The old man took a sip from the glass, and the drink swirled in his mouth, savoring it carefully, showing a look of enjoyment, and nodded approvingly, "It's been a long time. But it's better than Moutai, but it's a bit exaggerated. Sell one. A catty of money is indeed cheap. I need both barrels of wine. But I don't have such a great strength to take it back. How about your grown-up? Can you ask your grown-up to help me deliver it home?"

"What you want, what you want." Zhang Youping squeezed out from the crowd. He is holding a red paper and writing brush to measure the wine grapes and the funnel. These things are not in one piece, and there are crowds of people everywhere during the New Year. He delayed buying these things for a long time, and when he returned here, he was shocked. With so many people around here, I thought something was wrong. Seeing Zai Zai selling alcohol, I simply stood in the crowd to observe. (To be continued.):