nashuaworldcup Chapter 296 Winery
Chapter 296 Winery
When Old Man Ding heard that Song Chunlin was going to build a house again, he came over happily. After more than a year, the old man looked fatter and plumper. When he saw Song Chunlin, the generous host, he smiled from ear to ear.
"Oh, Young Master Song, you are here again. I missed you so much."
Uncle Ding's mouth twitched and he muttered in a low voice: "It's obvious that you want to eat at the other party's table." Although he complained about the old man's greed, Uncle Ding actually missed Song Chunlin's food. What's more, those things were novel and delicious. After Song Chunlin left, many people who used to work for Song Chunlin replicated similar food at home, set up stalls at the market, and attracted many customers.
Uncle Ding has also joined in the fun a few times and felt that although the taste was good, it was still not as delicious as the original. First of all, as for the braised pork roll, many people have made similar ones, but they were reluctant to use pure white flour to make the rolls. They only used grains mixed with coarse white flour to make the rolls. The rolls made were not soft enough and tasted rather rough. The braised meat inside was not as good as the one Song Chunlin put in. In addition, the roll that Song Chunlin took out was wrapped with vegetables that were not available in this era, and the taste was even more different.
However, it is this completely different taste that has earned them a place in the market. Now, after several improvements, it has become more in line with the tastes of local people. Every time Uncle Ding goes to the market, he can see long queues in front of those burrito stalls, and their business is booming.
Old Man Ding also tried to ask his grandson to buy it a few times, but after eating the original version, no matter how delicious the imitation version was, he always felt that it lacked some flavor. Now when he heard that Song Chunlin was back and asked him to continue to help build the house, Old Man Ding was overjoyed and rushed over before dawn. Hehe, he also had breakfast by the way.
Coincidentally, Song Chunlin had a burrito for breakfast today. Old Man Ding and his nephew looked at the burrito with sparks in their eyes, which made Song Chunlin laugh.
"You two are here really early. Have you had breakfast? Let's have something together?"
Song Chunlin had already invited him, so Old Man Ding was even more impolite. He nodded frantically, "I haven't eaten yet. Since you said so, I won't be polite. Give me two first. Oh, you don't know, since you left Baita City, I have been thinking about you day and night. I miss you so much."
Song Chunlin smiled and asked them to do it first. He went to the kitchen himself and soon brought out a plate of wraps. Each one was huge and stuffed full of braised meat, cucumber shreds, lettuce, and the boss's secret chili oil. When you took a bite, your mouth was filled with the aroma of the braised meat.
The wraps Song Chunlin bought were all family-size versions. Not only did they contain braised meat, but they also contained dried tofu, beef jerky, and braised lotus root. The small wraps could barely hold them all. Even Fang Chen and Fang Yi could only barely finish one. Old man Ding finished one in one go. Uncle Ding had a big appetite, so he ate two in a row and still felt unsatisfied.
Fang Lanxin opened her mouth into an O shape, and then whispered to her father: "Little Daddy, the uncle is such a big eater. He ate such a big burrito. He is amazing."
The little girl's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone around to hear. Uncle Ding's face turned red when he heard it, and then the little girl praised him for being so good. The man was so flattered that he felt elated.
Old Man Ding rolled his eyes at his nephew and started to eat the next burrito, but his appetite was not as big as Uncle Ding's. He could only eat half of the second burrito. He unceremoniously wrapped the remaining half in oil paper and put it away.
"Phew, it's really comfortable. This wrap from Young Master Song is still the best. The ones I asked my family to buy are always not as good as these from Young Master. There is not as much meat as Young Master put in. And there are green leaves inside. I don't know where Young Master bought them from. I have lived in Baita City all my life and have never seen such leaves."
Song Chunlin smiled: "It's fine as long as you eat well, old man. If you want this burrito to taste good, you have to be willing to put meat in it. If you have more meat, how can it not taste good?"
Song Chunlin did not answer his question about the vegetable leaves. Old Man Ding was a smart man. He knew that the other party did not want to mention it, so he continued to talk along with Song Chunlin's words.
“Hahahahahaha, Young Master Song is right, it will definitely taste better if you put more meat.”
After everyone finished their hearty breakfast, Song Chunlin took out the blueprint of the winery that he had prepared long ago from the room. He had planned it in the capital before coming here. The winery had to be the largest one, especially the underground wine cellar. He planned to use the original wine cellar to store cotton.
He didn't know before that cotton here would become brittle and could not be woven into cloth due to the climate and lack of moisture. Later, after his Fang brothers put the loom in the cellar, the weaving process became much smoother. After artificially increasing the humidity in the air by adding moisture, Fang Siyi has already woven quite a few finished products.
Song Chunlin thought of the girls and boys next door and decided to let them stay in the cellar to weave. As for the work in the vineyard and the winery, he planned to leave it to the group of veterans under Cheng Qiao. After all, they were still men and had a lot of strength, so this kind of heavy work could be left to them.
After making up his mind, he discussed it with Old Man Ding for the whole morning and went to the designated location to check it out. Song Chunlin planned to build the winery on the other side of the original yard, just right between it and the yard where the girl and her family lived. This way, it would be more convenient for both sides to live.
Because the winery that Song Chunlin wanted to build was too large a project, Old Man Ding felt that the descendants under him were not enough. He squatted on the ground and counted with his fingers, and felt that unless the whole family joined in, the winery would not be built in more than half a year.
"Young Master Song, to be honest, the style of the house in your winery is something I have never seen before. It will not be built very quickly, and I don't have enough manpower. If you can find another team of people to come, maybe it will be completed faster."
Looking for someone else?
Song Chunlin pondered for a moment and immediately told Old Man Ding: "People are not a problem, and money is not a problem either. Just go and help me order the materials."
After getting Song Chunlin's approval, Old Man Ding was overjoyed. He liked dealing with such customers. He was generous and efficient. The key was that every time he prepared food, Old Man Ding was satisfied. He wished he could work for him 365 days a year.
At noon, Song Chunlin was in a good mood. Seeing that Old Man Ding liked it, he simply prepared a roasted suckling pig. Old Man Ding looked at the roasted suckling pig with a golden color and his saliva was about to drip to his chin. Uncle Ding turned his head away and could not bear to watch.
Fortunately, the construction of the winery has been finalized, and Song Chunlin plans to hand over the largest task, digging the cellar, to the veterans under Cheng Qiao.
At this time, Cheng Qiao had already returned to Wanshan with a cart full of things. She carried the things through the streets in a mighty manner, without even thinking of avoiding people. So the news soon reached her immediate superior, who immediately sent someone to ask her to take the things to the government office.
Cheng Qiao naturally would not be foolish enough to take the things over, so she only brought Lu Jiming with her. Lu Jiming was good at speaking, and he conveyed Song Chunlin's words. Although the other party did not care about a mere sharpshooter without an official position, the title of protector of the country was still very intimidating.
So Cheng Qiao successfully kept those things and distributed them to her people on the same day. Lu Jiming and Wu Ke stayed for one more day to make sure that everyone got their things before they left Wanshan in their carriage.
Before leaving, the two remembered what Song Chunlin had told them to do, and deliberately took a walk around the village full of fruit trees.
The villagers were very conscientious. When they saw someone they didn't know coming over, they would come forward to ask. When Lu Jiming told them Song Chunlin's name, the villagers were very excited.
"Is it true that Young Master Song has returned? Why doesn't he come here in person?"
"Yeah, why doesn't he come here himself? Does he think we haven't taken good care of the fruit trees for him?"
Lu Jiming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Of course not, it's just that Young Master Song is very busy. He has a lot of things to do in Baita City and has no time to spare to come here, so he specially sent us here to take a look for him."
Knowing that Song Chunlin was just too busy to spare the time, everyone stopped asking questions and instead enthusiastically introduced the fruit trees on the mountain to Lu Jiming and the others.
"This fruit tree seedling was given by Young Master Song. It looks small, but it produces a lot of fruit. We couldn't help but pick up some of the fallen fruit and take them home to eat. They are so sweet."
"It fell on the ground? Why don't you just pick it from the tree and eat it?"
The villagers were a little embarrassed: "Well, we are just helping people guard the trees, how can we pick the fruits from other people's trees at will? But we can't bear to drop the fruits on the ground because they are so tempting. I have never seen such big and red pinellia fruits in my life. They are crispy and sweet, not sour at all. My children also like to eat them. They often go into the woods to pick the fruits on the ground to eat."
Lu Jiming didn't expect that it was because of this, and he began to have a better impression of these simple villagers.
Under the guidance of the villagers, he walked into the fruit forest. Because they were all modern varieties and had been watered with spiritual spring water, the fruit seedlings were growing well. In addition, the weather here was indeed very suitable for the growth of these fruits. When Lu Jiming and Wu Ke arrived, they could already see small fruits on the branches.
Those fruits are only the size of a thumb now, but judging from the quantity, it is estimated that this year will be another bumper year.
After the two of them visited the orchard, the villagers gave them a small basket of fruits. The fruits were ripe and had fallen naturally from the branches. Their appearance was naturally not very good, with some scratches from bumps, but they had a rich fruity fragrance, which was better than all the Pinellia fruits they had seen before.
"It smells really sweet, and looks different from the Pinellia fruit I had before."
Wu Ke nodded repeatedly: "That's right. Even the best-looking Pinellia fruits in the past were not as good as these. And this jujube looks really big."
After receiving the fruits, Lu Jiming said goodbye to Wu Ke and the villagers, and then rode as fast as he could to Bai Ta City.
On the day they came back, Old Man Ding happened to come with his children and grandchildren to draw the line. Song Chunlin looked at the small basket of fruits and smiled so hard that his teeth were showing. He immediately asked Fang Siyi to wash them, cut them and arrange them on a plate as a reward for everyone.
When they saw the fruits Fang Siyi brought, which were all washed and cut Artocarpus, no one had much expectation at first. However, as soon as they took a bite of the fruit, everyone's eyes lit up.
"This Pinang fruit is different from the ones I've eaten before. How come it's so delicious? It's crispy and not sour. The crisper the fruit, the more sour it's usually."
"That's right. I thought it was the same as before. It seems that I am too ignorant. Can such delicious fruits really be grown in Wanshan?"
Song Chunlin heard their conversation and explained with a smile: "They are grown by Wanshan, but these are probably the fruits that have been stored from last year. They are a little shriveled. If they were freshly picked, they would be more juicy."
Lu Jiming told him: "These are not picked fruits. The villagers don't dare to pick the fruits from your tree. These fruits are picked from the ground. But even if they are picked, they taste very good."
Wu Ke nodded repeatedly at the side: "We have tasted it, it is delicious. Pinellia fruit can withstand long storage, but I didn't expect that after being stored for so long, this fruit is still so delicious. Young Master, when will you plant those fruits in Baita City? In this way, we can also eat such delicious Pinellia fruit."
Lu Jiming rolled his eyes at him and said, "Even if there are delicious foods, they can't stop you from eating. Young Master Song is busy enough. Baita City grows cotton and corn. They have grown so many things. Do you want to tire Young Master Song to death?"
Wu Ke smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, I just said it casually. Besides, growing fruit trees shouldn't be as tiring as growing crops. I see those villagers don't have to do any work on weekdays."
When it comes to planting fruit trees, Fang Chen and Fang Yi had the say and they immediately spoke up to refute Wu Ke's words.
"Do you really think it's easy to grow fruit trees? Take our grapes for example. We need to weed when it's hot, fertilize when it's cold, and water each one of them when there's a water shortage. There's a certain amount of water to be used, too much or too little. You won't understand the twists and turns even if I tell you. When the fruit is ripe, we also need to pay attention to pruning the branches and leaves. We can't let unnecessary branches take away nutrients. Otherwise, not only will the fruit not grow big, but too many leaves will block the sunlight, affecting the light exposure of the fruit. If there's not enough light, the fruit will become sour."