"Mom, I want to drink too!" A Niu found sadly that he was ignored. He had been busy for a long time but did not receive the same treatment, but was very dissatisfied.

"You silly son, why are you drinking alcohol? The more you drink, the more stupid you drink!" Uncle Tong thought of slapping A Niu on the back of his head as usual, but thinking that his son is very talented in firing technology now, if he loses his talent, it will be impossible to get it, so he changed to touching his head.

"Old man, don't pat our baby's head. Now we A Niu are very promising. He drinks as much as he wants!" Aunt Tong was very happy today and agreed with exception.

Every mother in the world will be happy to be able to stop her from hearing such a happy event. Suddenly one day, she found that her son, who has always been stupid, had an amazing talent and could live on his own in the future. This is a festive thing.

With the permission of his mother, Aniu picked up the bowl boldly and wanted to drink it all, but fortunately Aunt Tong stopped him, "Good son, you have to eat rice and drink wine one by one."

"It's delicious." A Niu blushed and was very satisfied.

So after a few people drank it, only Song Chen felt that the sorghum taste was too heavy and it was not good to drink. Others thought that the wine was very good. Among them, the hungry ghost in Lao Zhangtou praised it the highest.

Others united against Song Chen and said that he did not know wine at all. Song Chen felt happy in his heart, which shows that there is a market for high-level wine.

The sorghum smells strong and can be distilled again!

"Come on the second distillation!" Song Chen ignored the bitter persuasion of others and said that the wine was already perfect. If it was distilled again, it would be a waste of resources.

However, there were few things that Song Chen decided to change. Under his instructions, the few people became busy again.

When they smelled the fragrant wine again, they seemed to be able to smell it several streets away. They knew that Song Chen was right and the smell was too strong.

Meow, a big fat cat seemed to be drunk by the smell of wine and fell off the eaves.

A group of neighbors knocked heavily outside, yelling about what kind of wine is so fragrant. They want to buy it, and the price is easy to say!

The whole street was filled with the fragrance of wine, and it was really drunk on the street.

Of course, the wines are given priority, and the wines that have been distilled after secondary distillation have become more crystal clear and mellow and charming.

After tasting, several people said the following words.

"This is the best wine I have ever brewed in my life!" Uncle Tong said with tears in his eyes.

"This is life!" Old Zhang even exaggeratedly felt that drinking such wine was his new life and became the first day of his life. The old ghost in the wine announced that today will be his birthday.

"Didn't the old Zhou family next door have a good alcohol tolerance? If she can drink a bowl, I will carry her shoes!" Aunt Tong immediately thought of her archenemy!

"So spicy, so spicy!" A Niu kept squirting in front of his mouth.

"Oh, there is still a little difference with Moutai!" Song Chen had no clever insights on wine tasting, but he could drink it, and it was still a little different from the famous wines of later generations.

If others knew what Kurakura was thinking, they would definitely have the urge to beat him up.

"Xiaochen, give our wine a name." Aunt Tong's words attracted everyone's attention.

"Old Baigan." Song Chen almost blurted out.

"Lao Baigan, a good name, simple and realistic, expressing the essence of this wine!" Uncle Tong has been brewing wine for a lifetime, and his understanding of wine must be deeper than others.

"Okay, let's take this name!" Brewing is Song Chen's first project. It has been going well so far and everything seems so beautiful.

Old Zhangtou, a veteran in the wine, and Uncle Tong, who has been brewing wine for a lifetime, praised "Lao Baigan". The market is in a promising manner!

"Xiaochen, don't look at the main thing you are doing in 'Lao Baigan', but you haven't really understood its essence yet." Uncle Tong was always very interested when talking about wine. "There are many people who are good at wine that look forward to the stars and the moon, but it's too difficult to brew, and now they have Lao Baigan!"

"Song Chen, Lao Tong is right. The little old man is a drunkard. The wine he has drunk in this life can form a river. I can prove it. The appeal of this wine to us is unimaginable. You can sit at home and wait to collect money!" The strange-tempered Lao Zhang's words further prove that the high-level wine market has broad prospects.

Song Chen is considering a "marketing strategy", whether to let "Lao Baigan" take the low-end or high-end route, and is hesitating, and after listening to these two old men, he has a general strategy.

A distilled wine can take the low-end route and win by volume.

After two times of distilling liquor costs increased, Uncle Tong promised that he could make the liquor more authentic, and this type of liquor would take the high-end route. Anyway, the high-ranking officials and nobles in the Song Dynasty were not short of money.

Song Chen had known for a long time that their new business was the most important one. There was no doubt that it was the distillation furnace. He planned to maintain an exclusive business for at least five years.

Therefore, another idea came up with that was to acquire Lao Zhangtou’s Taofang, and to plan to provide subsequent terms for supplying distillation furnaces. There was only one core, that is, only one of the distillation furnaces will be supplied within five years.

I thought it would take a lot of talk, but I didn't expect that Old Zhang agreed very readily.

Song Chen was somewhat surprised because he saw with his own eyes how Lao Zhang drove away a big customer for a copper coin.

Although Lao Zhangtou is a weirdo, and his alcoholism and excessive cleanliness make him have almost no friends, his gratitude to Song Chen is sincere.

Besides, Song Chen proposed a favorable condition, and he was given a total of 200 guan free use, and he was completely private property, so it would not be so ugly to occupy the ninth floor of Taofang.

Moreover, according to Song Chen, this is a financial merger and the management rights of Taofang still belong to him, Lao Zhang, and he paid him ten cents of wages every month. In the past, his Taofang could sell Taofang for ten cents of money in a month, which was considered good.

He can also continue his beloved pottery making career in the pottery shop, and Xiaozi Song promised to give him ten kilograms of Lao Baigan. When he thought of Lao Baigan, he rolled up his dry tongue!

The fool doesn't agree!

After successfully solving one thing, he ordered two more things, which were nothing more than to continue to build distilled liquor and distillation furnace, and only after Lao Baigan had accumulated a certain level of accumulation before it would officially open.

It is necessary to start a shot and amazed the entire Song Dynasty. Song Chen is full of confidence in this.

I returned to the door with a happy mood and found a large piece of paper stuffed into the crack of the door, newspaper?

How could that be possible? Song Chen shook his head. How could there be a newspaper in the Southern Song Dynasty?
Chapter completed!