The fried meat in the kitchen and the stewed pork feet in the fire pit in the hall all exuded a tempting meat aroma.

The children were running happily inside and outside the house, holding big bones in their hands and gnawing. Several local dogs were chasing behind them, waiting for the children to finish eating and throwing the bones down.

Neighbors, relatives and friends came one after another.

It is rare for people in the country to eat meat once. Many people in Wangjiazhuang will hunt and clip them, which is better. They occasionally pick up some big prey, but sometimes they find that they are dead. They will eat them themselves before they can sell them, and invite relatives and neighbors to share them together. Sometimes they sell the skin and meat, which will leave their internal organs to share with their relatives and friends.

Therefore, in order to greet the son-in-law and his son-in-law's friends today, Mr. Wang did not sell the wild boars to eat with him.

The fragrance was everywhere on the mat, mouth-watering, and Mr. Wang greeted the guests to the table one after another.

However, no one came empty-handed. Those who received the invitation came with gifts. Some brought some fruits, some were some pastries, some were some honey, and even one was a hunter who brought a pot of monkey wine, which were all specialties in the mountains.

When slaughtering pigs, the most important thing is to eat meat in big mouthfuls or even drink wine in big bowls.

The guests were shocked by Mr. Wang's generousness today. He ate all the wild boars of 300 kilograms by themselves. If they were sold, they might have sold them for a lot of money.

However, everyone is more satisfied with today's dishes. Whether it is boiled blood tofu, stewed pork ribs, braised pork and winter bamboo shoots, they are all very delicious.

Some woman even exclaimed, "I guess the emperor in Chang'an City just eats these every day."

Zhang Chao received praise from countless villagers. When he heard that Zhang Chao had not yet married, many people directly wanted to introduce the girl to Zhang Chao at the table, and some even pushed out their daughters directly. This made Mr. Wang very angry.

The seventh girl in charge of serving the dishes was so angry that she deliberately sprinkled a lot of rib soup in her hand on the cousin's legs, which made him grin.

What I drank on the table was Monkey Wine.

Monkey wine, also known as Monkey wine, is said to be often picked many fruits hidden in tree holes when there is no food. But sometimes, monkeys will forget the fruits they hide. Some tree holes are relatively sealed, and in the end, the forgotten fruits will ferment, and then become Monkey wine.

However, real monkey wine is hard to come by.

The monkey wine they drank today was not the real monkey wine, but the hunter in the village, the cousin of the seven-girl woman, a herb collector and hunter. He had discovered the real monkey wine before, but later he thought about using fruits to make wine, but it turned out to be true. After continuous improvement, the fruit wine now tastes very good. Although it is not made of grain, the fruit wine is also very delicious.

Zhang Chao felt that this fruit wine was better than the rice wine he drank in Chang'an. Everyone was very enthusiastic and persuaded him to drink more. At first, he thought that this fruit wine was at most equivalent to juice. After drinking a few more glasses without realizing it, he felt a little overwhelmed.

"This wine is delicious, Wu Lao, if you are willing, let's work together to make wine. You are responsible for brewing, and I am responsible for promoting sales, so I will be named Houer Wine. I can guarantee you that our Houer Wine will definitely be a big seller. Then we will distribute it!"

Uncle Wang Wu was a little moved when he heard Zhang Chao's words, but he still shook his head, "We only drink this wine from home, and we can't get on the table. It's okay to drink it yourself, but we have to sell it but we can't."

"Why can't it be? I'm on this pack. The most common rice wine in Chang'an also needs to make 300 wines. Good wines such as Xinfeng and other famous wines are even more worth 1000 wines. Our monkey wine is worse than Xinfeng wine, but it is definitely better than ordinary rice wine. Not to mention more, it's absolutely okay to sell a 500 wine. If you are worried, then you can sell it directly to me for 500 wines, and I'll sell it to Chang'an."

Zhang Chao was a little drunk, but his mind was actually quite clear-headed. The words he said were not nonsense.

These days, the price of grain is very high, so the price of wine is naturally higher. Especially since the imperial court still bans slaughtering, most people are not allowed to make wine, which has caused a situation of supply and demand.

According to market laws, as long as the demand for a certain commodity is greater than the supply, it will definitely make money.

By the same token, Zhang Chao discovered that although this Monkey Wine is not a real Monkey Wine, it is also a fruit wine with excellent taste. If it is sold in Chang'an, it will of course make money.

The only problem is that the court does not allow ordinary people to make wine, for fear of wasting food. However, since it is fruit wine, of course there is no need for food. As long as Zhang Chao can use several dukes to follow the government's backing and obtain a brewing and selling license, he will naturally not have to worry about making money.

Even if Zhang Chao bought it from his fifth uncle for 500 yuan, it would be absolutely profitable to take it to Chang'an for sale.

“Not so many fruits.”

The fifth uncle splashed Zhang Chao with a cold water.

Wu Bo brews wine by himself, and the fruits used are all wild fruits picked from the mountains. This is destined to be unable to increase the amount. If there is no quantity, no matter how good the business is, there will be no profit to make.

Zhang Chao suddenly realized that there are not many fruits these days. If you want to brew Monkey Wine, the supply of fruit is a big problem. If you can't solve this, everything else is useless. Fruits are not like grains, and can be harvested in large quantities every year. Although fruits are harvested seasonally, there are few artificially grown, and fruits are not easy to preserve after picking them.

Even in later generations, online shopping for fruits depends on the distance. People don’t sell them even if they are far away, because many fruits are prone to breakage on the road.

In these days, if you don’t sell wages for a hundred miles or sell food for a thousand miles, it means that if you spend more than a hundred miles, you will have no profit if you sell firewood. If you sell rice, it will be unprofitable if you spend more than a thousand miles away, and the cost of transportation will exceed the profit.

Du Mu's poem, a concubine riding on the world, laughed. No one knew it was a lychee, but it was written very well. To send lychees from Lingnan to Chang'an, they had to be transported by a special person and a quick horse. This cost is more expensive than air transport in later generations.

Unless you have a large orchard supply, it is really difficult to do a fruit wine business.

A very good money-making plan failed, which made Zhang Chao very depressed and couldn't help but drink two more glasses.

As he drank, Zhang Chao was cut off.

"Goro, come and help Saburo back to his room to rest. He is drunk."

Ke Wu had no choice but to put down his chopsticks and stopped the battle with Ke Shan against the plate of braised pork on the table. Before leaving the table, he specifically reminded him, "Remember to leave a few pieces for me!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely leave you a few pieces." Ke Shan smiled treacherously.

"No, I can't help Saburo alone, come here and go." Ke Wu didn't believe Keshan. This braised pork was so delicious. After taking a bite, it was all oily, but it was not that completely greasy.

Sanlang actually said that today's braised pork is not perfect, lacking sugar, soy sauce, and a lot of seasonings, otherwise it would be better. Ke Wu couldn't imagine how delicious that perfect braised pork would be.

He couldn't keep Ke Wuyi and others, otherwise when he came back, he would definitely eat up all the braised pork plates.

Ke Shan stared at Ke Wu. They fought side by side on the battlefield several times. Although Ke Shan was an archer, not a knife player, he also had a tiger-back and bear-bear waist. He saw Ke Wu knocking the enemy away with his own eyes more than once, and even directly pounced down a pseudo-Zheng cavalry from the horse. Another time, he even knocked several enemy troops away with one shoulder.

Once when this guy was fighting for the spoils, he carried more than 200 kilograms of things on his body. Now he told him that he couldn't help Saburo? Although Saburo is quite tall, he is less than 150 kilograms.

The two looked at each other silently for a long time, and finally Ke Shan had no choice but to put down his chopsticks and get off the table.

The two of them stroked Zhang Chao who had been drunk and went to the room, helped him onto the bed, and covered him with a quilt. Then, they couldn't wait to return to the table and compete for the plate of braised pork.

There are also several tables in the Wang family’s kitchen.

The table was filled with female relatives from various families, old ladies, young wives and big girls. The dishes in the kitchen were less than those outside, but they were also very rich. Everyone ate these delicious food together, chatting about family matters, and after the meal was finished, they were also responsible for cleaning the table, washing dishes, etc.

"Why is this Saburo wearing short hair?"

"I heard that I used to be a monk, but now I have just returned to secular life."

Another woman asked, "I also heard that this kid's family is very good?"

Aunt Wang said on the side, "The family is good. My father is an officer. He made great contributions last time in the war. The land awarded is more than 500 acres, and the landlord in Bailu Township."

"Oh, it's really amazing. If any girl marrys her in the future, she will enjoy her happiness."

"That's not true, there are more than 500 acres of land."

"Not only, he is still making steamed buns to Chang'an now. Wulang said that the whole village is helping Sanlang make steamed buns, and he will give two liters of millet every day. The Zhang family is not only rich, but also kind."

"Then why don't you marry your seven daughters?"

"That's right, Qi Niang's local master's wife has enjoyed her happiness in the past, and she will never forget you."

A group of women said with a smile.

The seven-girl who was sitting aside to eat couldn't help but blush when she heard this. She is now a sixteen-year-old girl. Most people have already gotten married at this age. But the seven-girl has not found a family she likes, mainly because the Wang family can't provide any decent dowry for the seven-girl.

Nowadays, when Tang people get married, the man not only has to give a bride, but the woman also has to have a dowry. In addition, there are generally more dowry. Whether a woman has a dowry or even how much dowry is often a reflection of the woman's status after marrying into her husband's family.

The law stipulates that a woman's dowry belongs to a woman, and even her husband has no right to use it after marriage, let alone the husband's family. After marriage, the Tang people often live together with a large family, and most of the property in the family is public property. Therefore, whether a woman's dowry is as much as she can often make her live better in her husband's family.

Mr. Wang died of four wives in his early years and gave birth to nine daughters and one son. Therefore, his family was not well-off. Especially after experiencing the chaos of the late Sui Dynasty over the years, after the Wang family married six daughters, they are now married and poor, and they can't prepare any dowry for the seven girls. This has caused many times to say that they have never been able to get married.

In fact, the seven women are pretty good. They are quite tall and more than five feet tall. Although they are a little thin and black, it is also because of some malnutrition and long-term work abroad. I am pretty good at being pretty good, with a willow eyebrows, apricot eyes, cherry mouths, and all kinds of housework, even female workers can do textile and sew textiles.

Unfortunately, the Wang family could not provide a generous dowry, so she was still not engaged to the marriage until she was sixteen years old.

"Seven Girls, do you think Sanlang is good? How about you kissing me for help?" An old aunt said to the seven girls with a smile.

The seventh woman's mind suddenly appeared like Zhang Chao, and the smile he was talking to him, and her heart couldn't help but beat hard.

"Seven Girls, tell me quickly, do you want your aunt to help you say kiss?"

"You guys hate it." The seven women stood up shyly and fled from the kitchen, leaving only the laughter of the women in the room.
Chapter completed!