sovbooks Article 66 provides a silent alarm.
Article 66 provides a silent alarm.
Wang Zhihuan put down the small shovel, bent down to pick up the pre-order form and slowly browsed through it. His expression was calm and composed, without the elation of suddenly receiving a large sum of money, only a knowing calmness.
"These three are connoisseurs of wine, so their generous spending is to be expected."
He said something casually, put the money away, turned and went into the winery's cellar. A moment later, he brought out a jar of family-grade sample wine and handed over a piece of hemp paper covered with writing.
"These are the wine classification standards and tasting notes. Take a few copies and make them out. When explaining them to customers, keep it simple and straightforward; don't use complicated language. The special tribute wines are only given as gifts and are not sold, so there's no need to list a price."
"Brother Wang, you can rest assured about that. My brother is a roughneck; even if he wanted to speak in traditional Chinese, he'd have to be able to speak it himself."
Cheng Chuliang didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, nor did he notice the older brother next to him who looked like he wanted to kill him.
"Chu Liang, if you don't speak, no one will think you're mute. I think you're asking for a beating. Has your older brother not let you relax in a long time?" Cheng Chu Mo clenched his fists, making a cracking sound.
"No, brother, I was wrong. I just spoke my mind. Besides, what I said wasn't wrong. Our family has always been rough and uncultured, starting with Dad, except for Mom."
Cheng Chuliang verbally admitted his mistake, but in practice he showed no remorse whatsoever.
Cheng Chumo was too lazy to argue with his simple-minded younger brother. If he kept arguing, he would eventually be driven crazy by him.
He took the hemp paper and looked at the clear and elegant words on it, feeling even more impressed.
In just a few words, the characteristics and positioning of the three types of alcoholic beverages are described in a clear and thorough manner.
He carefully put away the papers, his expression solemn as he lowered his voice: "Brother Wang, Uncle Yuchi specifically instructed us to be wary of Changsun Wuji."
This person is shrewd and calculating. If he knew the origin of this wine, he would definitely investigate thoroughly, which might disturb the peace and tranquility of your farm.
Upon hearing this, Wang Zhihuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a apt passage from the Records of the Grand Historian suddenly came to mind—"The Grand Historian once said that there is a type of person in this world who is naturally the most yin and unpredictable."
They are adept at hiding their talents, appearing kind and gentle on the surface, but harboring a cunning and shrewd mind inside.
Their ability to seek advantage and avoid harm is as natural as a fish in water; their methods of currying favor with the powerful are like vines clinging to tall branches, holding on tightly.
Such people are cunning but lack integrity. They are best at using others' power to achieve their own goals, but they are utterly unreliable when it comes to taking responsibility.
One can share in glory and wealth, but one must never share in hardship and adversity.
Changsun Wuji was precisely such a person.
They are as meticulous as a spider weaving a web, and as cunning as maggots clinging to bones. Once they smell a profit, they will proceed step by step, pursuing it layer by layer, and will not give up until they have thoroughly investigated everything.
After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, his tone calm but carrying an inviolable bottom line: "Brother Cheng, don't worry, I've remembered it."
After that, the agency rights are in your hands, and you are in charge of customer selection and interpersonal relationships.
I have only one rule—anyone who steps into this farm must abide by its rules of purity.
"Rest assured, Brother Wang." Cheng Chumo clasped his hands solemnly, his tone resolute, "I will certainly safeguard this peace for you and will not allow any outsiders to disturb it."
Having said that, he didn't linger any longer. He mounted his horse and, as dusk fell, rode away, disappearing at the end of the official road.
The courtyard has returned to tranquility.
The evening breeze rustled through the jujube tree branches, the setting sun cast its last rays across the courtyard, and cats and dogs lazily kept each other company, creating a peaceful and tranquil pastoral atmosphere.
Wang Zhihuan stared at the gold ingots and copper coins on the table, gently stroking them with his fingertips, already having a plan in mind.
With the current surge in liquor reservations, the existing cellar is too small and cramped to store the gradually aging wine jars.
To ensure long-term sustainability, it is necessary to expand the winery's cellars and establish separate cellars to store high-end wines of state guest caliber, with strict temperature and humidity control for quiet aging.
It's safest to leave this to Old Zhang. He's skilled, honest, and knows the soil on the farm.
The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Wang Zhihuan set off for Old Zhang's house in the village.
After a brief explanation, Old Zhang immediately agreed, and in the afternoon he led several tenants, carrying shovels and picks, to the backyard to begin work.
Digging, tamping the soil, selecting bricks, building walls, spreading sand, chiseling ventilation holes... Wang Zhihuan personally oversaw every single task, refusing to be perfunctory in the slightest.
He personally squatted beside the pile of bricks, knocking and sifting them one by one, keeping only the thoroughly fired, hard, and resonant blue bricks to build the cellar walls, and eliminating inferior bricks that absorb water and become damp.
The fine sand at the bottom of the cellar was repeatedly sifted and spread evenly and loosely; small ventilation holes were chiseled out every foot on the cellar walls, bamboo tubes were inserted and covered with fine hemp, which served both ventilation and insect prevention.
The top of the cellar was made of old pine wood from the back mountain, coated with tung oil for moisture and corrosion prevention, and then covered with straw and burlap and sealed with bricks.
More than ten days have passed quietly, and a new, well-organized, spacious, moisture-proof, and well-ventilated cellar has been steadily completed in the backyard.
Old Zhang, leaning on his shovel, gazed at the meticulously crafted cellar and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart: "The manor lord is so particular. In all my life, I've never seen anyone put so much effort into building a cellar as they do into building a mansion."
Wang Zhihuan washed the dust off his hands, his gaze falling on the neatly arranged new cellars. He said calmly, "Wine relies on aging, and cellars rely on maintenance. If the cellar is damp and drafty, a good jar of wine will be ruined. This kind of attention cannot be spared."
Just as the dust settled on the new cellar and everything was in place, a clear and distinct system notification sounded in his mind.
[Host's merit points have exceeded 30,000, enough to redeem a complete treatment plan for respiratory diseases. Redeem now?]
Wang Zhihuan raised his eyes, a calm understanding flashing across them.
The opportunity I'd been waiting for finally arrived.
His heart stirred slightly, and he silently confirmed: Exchange.
In an instant, a warm and gentle current flowed down from between my eyebrows, spreading throughout my limbs and bones.
A vast amount of ancient medical theories, lung meridians, root causes of qi-related diseases, pulse diagnosis, combinations of medicinal herbs, processing methods, and rehabilitation exercises, all flooded into my mind like rivers flowing into the sea, imprinting themselves on my soul, as clearly as if they were innate.
Previously, his treatment of Madam Li's qi ailment was merely a superficial remedy, only able to alleviate the symptoms but not eradicate the root cause of the illness.
Now, the complete treatment plan has been thoroughly implemented, from diagnosis, prescription, and preparation to later breathing exercises and strengthening the body, progressing step by step and linking each link, thus completely mastering the method to cure stubborn diseases.
He looked up at the distant, rolling Qing Shi Ridge, where the forests were lush and the clouds and mist swirled around.
The prescription contains several rare core medicinal herbs, the genuine products of which are hard to find in ordinary pharmacies and can only be obtained in deep mountains and forests.
It's time to venture back into the mountains to find a medicinal formula and finally settle this long-standing medical concern.
The evening breeze swept through the courtyard, carrying the faint aroma of wine from the distillery. The countryside remained peaceful, but his path ahead was now marked by the added responsibility of a healer's compassion.