Hello, 1983

"Brother Qingshan, let's go, let's drink today!"

The old man, Li Zaizai, walked out of the restaurant in a daze, his tongue getting a little bigger when he spoke.

Liu Qingshan was really worried that he would fall on the road and hurried over to support him.

And Chen Dongfang also snorted coldly and turned to leave.

When the three of them were gone, the elder Li was no longer swaying, and his tongue was not too big: "Brother Qingshan, is that the one from the Jiajia Kang Wild Vegetable Factory?"

Liu Qingshan nodded. He also knew the ability of the old man Li to pretend to be drunk. He must have been worried about causing some conflict, so he transferred himself.

Then he said with a smile: "Actually, solving problems with fists is the least level. Although that He Jiakang, I can knock him down with one punch."

Not to mention him, even Gao Wenxue, with his anger, beat He Jiakang to the ground.

"Okay, I know your ability, don't talk about them, even if the little devil sees you, he has to admit it."

The elder Li patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder happily and walked to the winery together.

On the way, Liu Qingshan asked the old man Li: "Brother, your winery used to produce fruit wine, right? Are there any retired masters? Tell me about them. You want the best craftsmanship."

"It was the production of Guoshan wine and Shandu persimmon wine, but it was only sold in this county, and it didn't make much profit, so it stopped." Although Da Lao Li drank a lot, he didn't speak at all.

They are Bishui County, which is backed by mountains in the north and the Great Plain of Yimapingchuan in the south. Of course, the backers eat mountains, and they also produce fruit wine and beverages.

For example, the county has put into operation a beverage factory this year, producing bottled beverages called "Little White Birch", which the fourth and fifth in the family like to drink very much.

Liu Qingshan also thinks it is good, it is not so sweet, but it has a fragrance of birch sap.

"Brother, you want to make fruit wine. Listen to my brother's advice. It's better not to make this. The common people don't recognize it."

The old man Li had a personal lesson in this regard, so he enlightened Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "Isn't this the fact that the wild fruits in the mountains are ripe? We, Jiapigou Cooperative, are going to make some fruit wine and keep it for ourselves."

"That's it, that's it, I'll introduce the big fruit to you later." Only then did Da Lao Li feel relieved. It really doesn't cost a lot of money to start a soil workshop and drink it at home.

Liu Qingshan blinked: "I don't eat breakfast, what big fruit is coming?"

"Haha, Old Man Guo, nicknamed Daguozi, is an old master who retired the year before. He used to be in charge of fruit wine." Old Man Li explained with a smirk.

Then he emphasized: "Don't call this nickname in front of him, and don't even invite him to eat big fruit during dinner, otherwise, you will definitely be anxious!"

When Liu Qingshan thought about it, he suddenly realized, and laughed along with him.

In their local dialect, the word guo is also used as a verb, which means to suck. For example, a kiss is also called a gulp.

Usually when speaking of Daguozi, the word "zi" is pronounced "zā", and zā is homophonic with a certain part of a woman.

In this way, the meaning is naturally richer.

Sure enough, the elder Li laughed and talked about Master Guo's dark history. It was when Master Guo was young, he just got married and went to work in the factory in the morning.

When a worker asked him what he was eating, he said he was eating big fruit, and the joke spread.

When the two of them chatted and laughed and got to the winery, the old man Li found a small clerk and led Liu Qingshan to Master Guo's house.

Going to someone else’s house, of course, is not good. Liu Qingshan learned that Master Guo smoked, so he bought two cigarettes and four bottles of canned food. It cost more than ten yuan, and the gift was neither light nor heavy, just right.

If the gift is too light, it will inevitably be looked down upon; if it is too heavy, it will easily frighten others.

Master Guo's house is just over two streets away from the winery. The house is two small brick houses. After entering the hospital, a thin old man in his fifties greeted him.

"This is Master Guo."

The little clerk introduced Liu Qingshan, and then said, "Uncle Guo, this is Comrade Liu Qingshan who gave our winery an idea!"

In this era, after the age of fifty, it is really an old man. It is estimated that Master Guo retired early, probably to let the children in the family take over.

After listening to the introduction, the old man Guo gave up his smiling face with a clatter, straightened his face, and began to teach:

"It's you, this young man. You're too prodigal. It's hundreds of thousands of dollars, and you just raised it. Even if it's a waste, you can still hear a sound! Cough..."

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and finally he coughed on his waist, his old face turned purple.

The climate in the northeast is very cold, so there is an old sick child called bronchitis, who coughs and expects phlegm and asthma in winter.

At this time, an old lady came out of the room, slapped Lao Guo's head on the back for a while, then took out a small flat box, scooped some medicine noodles, and put it on the old man's tongue. Get angry.

"Uncle Guo, you have to change your stubborn temper. If it wasn't for Comrade Xiao Liu's idea, our wine wouldn't be able to sell, and your old medical expenses were not reimbursed."

The little clerk couldn't help but persuade.

Old Guotou's temper is really stubborn: "Even if I cough to death, it's better than being angry. It costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. Isn't it the money from the factory?"

At this time, most of the people in the factory had real feelings for the factory.

The little clerk didn't do anything, so he just threw his hands away and left.

Old Guotou also yelled at Liu Qingshan: "Hurry up and get out of your way, don't ask me to see you again in the future!"

Liu Qingshan was not in a hurry or angry, his face was still cheerful: "Master Guo, do you hear me say this? The money is spent by our winery, but where did it go, it's up to you. I got it, or am I getting it?"

"I watched that commercial on TV, and I almost smashed the TV with anger!"

Old Guo said angrily, his wife beside him was helpless.

"Yes, the money was given to the TV station, and the TV station is also run by our country. In the end, the money will not be returned to the public, and the treasure will not go abroad. Do you think this is the reason?"

With Liu Qingshan's knowledge, even foreigners can be fooled, let alone an old worker with a low vision.

Old Guotou pondered for a long time there, and then nodded: "What you said seems to make sense, go, enter the house, come in when you see it, and what else do you bring."

This door is really not easy to get in. Liu Qingshan entered the East Room, and the house was very clean.

Although there is not much furniture, it is very delicate. There is also a 14-inch black and white TV on the cabinet cover. It can be seen that it is a relatively wealthy family.

Putting the things brought on the kang, Liu Qingshan handed Lao Guotou another cigarette, and Aunt Guo poured him a cup of tea before sitting down and chatting.

Liu Qingshan didn't beat around the bush, explained his intentions directly, and promised that he would have an extra 50 yuan per month.

Hearing this, Lao Guo's eyes immediately lit up: This is equivalent to earning double wages!

And the work is not tiring, it's just a matter of moving your mouth, you can do it.

Just as he was about to nod his head in agreement, he heard a cough from his wife:

"Liu, it's not about money or money. Our old Guo has an old problem with bronchitis. It's fine in summer. If it's cold, he'll get sick. His body won't allow it."

Old man Guo guessed that he ate too much of the big fruit, and he didn't dare to refute his wife's words, so he could only whisper to himself, "I have bronchitis, it's just that my wife is strictly controlled."

"What are you talking about, if it wasn't for me taking care of you all these years, your body wouldn't have collapsed long ago?"

Old Guotou snorted twice and did not refute. It seemed that he was really well taken care of by his wife.

Seeing this old couple bickering here, Liu Qingshan thought it was quite interesting. Here, the feelings and kinship that have been in each other for decades are condensed, why don't you call him wife.

"Liu, I told you to run for nothing. I'll go buy some food and eat at home in the evening."

Aunt Guo was going to buy groceries. They took so many gifts, and the things hadn't been done yet. She also felt a little strange and sorry for this young man.

"Auntie, don't be too busy, I have to go back to the village in a while." Liu Qingshan hurriedly stopped him, and he didn't plan to eat here.

Then he added: "My grandmother also had the old problem of bronchitis before, and she really suffered in winter, but my grandmother is better now, and she is no longer ill in winter."

"How did you cure it?" Aunt Guo asked, her eyes lit up when she heard it.

"It's the herbs that my master picked in the mountains. He prepared dozens of herbs and ate them for several months before they went away." What Liu Qingshan said was actually the truth.

Aunt Guo grabbed Liu Qingshan's arm excitedly: "Child, then your master..."

"My master is working as a forest ranger on our side of the mountain."

Liu Qingshan scratched the back of his head: "Forest ranger, usually don't let me go down the mountain."

"Let's go, let's go!" Aunt Guo said repeatedly, as long as the old man could be cured, it would be better than anything else.

Liu Qingshan also felt the deep affection between the husband and the mother, and the reason was the same as that of his grandparents, so he said with a smile:

"Okay, with me leading, my master will definitely treat Uncle Guo. If it were an outsider, my master would have a strange temper and would definitely ignore it."

"That's good, that's good, child, you can't leave, Auntie go shopping!" Auntie Guo packed up and went out, but she couldn't stop her.

When she was gone, the old man Guo tapped Liu Qingshan with his hand: "You kid, you must be willing to play with me, right? Tell me, what are your plans?"

He didn't believe it, it was the villagers in his own village who had to work so hard to get some fruit wine to drink.

If that stuff is brewed with the local method, you can make it with your own jar, so why spend money on a professional master like him?

Liu Qingshan snorted twice, and then took out a small bottle from his pocket, which is the kind of small medicine bottle containing penicillin, one inch high, and filled with golden yellow liquid.

Gently open the rubber cover above, and immediately a peculiar aroma emanates.

The old man Guo took a sip, and then the whole person was stunned there, as if he had been immobilized by Sun Monkey, motionless.

It seems that the soul has been sucked away by this most ordinary little bottle.