Chapter 393 Selling Wine
Li Weihong poured wine for everyone, and finally poured a glass for himself.
As early as when Li Mingwu opened the wine jar just now, the wine bug in his stomach had already been aroused by the attractive aroma of wine.
At this moment, the wine has been poured into the cup. He first picked up the cup and gave a false salute to everyone. After all, as the eldest son of Li Mingwu, he still had this etiquette.
Then he didn’t even smell it, but rather impatiently brought it to his mouth and took a sip.
“Just by smelling the aroma of wine wafting out of the jar, I felt that this wine was not ordinary. Now that I had it in my mouth, I realized that it was indeed extraordinary.”
He was in the province. I work in the city's investment promotion department. This kind of unit usually has a lot of social activities.
He has been working for so many years and is already used to this.
Qian Province is a major tobacco and alcohol production area in the country, and they have long been accustomed to good tobacco and alcohol.
But today, the jar of local wine that Zhang An brought made his eyes shine.
As we all know, as long as it is white wine, no matter how well it is stored, it cannot change the spicy taste in the wine.
But today's wine is different from other white wines. It is not as spicy and difficult to swallow as other white wines.
In addition to the long aftertaste and mellow taste, I actually felt a strong rice aroma.
Just now Zhang An said that this wine is made from blood rice. It seems that the rice aroma comes from the so-called blood rice.
Although he didn't know what kind of rice the so-called blood rice was, it was easy to tell from the rice aroma in the wine that the blood rice was definitely better than ordinary rice.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to brew such a superb wine from ordinary grains.
And Li Weihong also discovered that as soon as the wine entered his mouth, the aroma of rice bloomed on the tip of his tongue along with the long and sweet aroma of the wine, and it felt like dancing on the tip of the tongue.
Even if the wine in your mouth has flowed down your throat and into your stomach, the tempting taste still lingers in your mouth for a long time.
And even if the wine reaches the stomach, it seems to be quickly integrated into the digestive system, becoming a ball of warm water and spreading quickly.
He has only experienced this kind of experience once or twice in so many years.
But Li Weihong clearly remembered that the person he was entertaining at that time was a big businessman from next door.
At that time, the big boss entertained their leaders for a series of investment policies that had just been opened.
Li Weihong herself is also among them, acting as a foil.
The wine I drank at that time was said to be a treasure that had been stored in the cellar for a hundred years, and it had reached the point where the wine vapor had liquefied.
So whether it was the people he received that night or the so-called century-old treasure, Li Weihong remembered it like new.
As a result, after comparing the two today, he found that the bottle of wine Zhang An brought was as good as the bottle of century-old treasure at that time.
Even after tasting it carefully, he felt that it was even more special.
He really couldn't believe it. Could it be that Zhang An's wine was also a century-old treasure that could be passed down from generation to generation?
As soon as this idea appeared, he felt a little incredible.
Because Zhang An came here with such a big jar. You must know that the businessman who found them at that time was already worth a lot of money, but he only brought a small bottle, which was not as good as Zhang An's jar. One-tenth of.
According to that person, he accidentally discovered the bottle of Chenjiao when he was traveling around, and finally spent a lot of money to get it into his pocket.
If Zhang An’s jar was filled with the so-called century-old wine, he would forget what he drank and wanted to return the rest to others.
After all, things like this are priced at sky-high prices or even valuables with no market. How could they just accept them so casually?
"Zhang An, did you make this wine yourself? I can feel that your wine is a little special."
With doubts in mind, Li Weihong couldn't help but ask.
"I brewed it myself, but it is indeed not an ordinary local wine. This wine comes from an ancient recipe given by an elder, so it is considered an ancient wine."
Of course Zhang An knows that he What is special is what is special.
Because this jar of wine is not the batch he brewed at home.
But the first batch brewed in the space, starting from the materials, is the blood rice and space spring water in the space.
In addition, after the brewing was completed, Zhang An stored it in the cellar in the space.
He just took it out recently, so it's certainly not an ordinary cellar wine.
Others were also curious at first, but after listening to Zhang An’s explanation, they suddenly realized what it was like.
Everyone who has drunk this wine says it is good, and the same goes for Li Mingwu’s family. Of course, except for Mr. Li Mingwu, he can’t touch it after all.
When he heard the conversation between his eldest son, Zhang An, his heart was like an ant crawling, and he was so itchy.
He wanted to secretly taste some, but the old woman next to him was watching him eagerly.
While everyone else was sighing that the wine was good, only Zhang and his party felt that something was not right.
He had drunk the batch of wine that Huang Erye brewed, and later Zhang An also sent him a bottle.
Up to now, he is not willing to finish the bottle of wine, because he wants the water to flow as long as possible, so he drinks it every day.
When he drank the wine today, he obviously felt that the alcohol content was a little too low. Although it was higher than ordinary white wine, it was probably less than 60 degrees.
Compared with the pot Zhang An gave him last time, the intensity was really far different.
It stands to reason that the more the liquor is stored, the lower its alcohol content will be. However, when it comes to Zhang An, it's the other way around.
But apart from the degree, other aspects are much better than that pot of aged wine.
Although he felt something was wrong, Zhang and his party did not speak. He wanted to wait until no one was around in private before asking Zhang An.
However, this wine is still good. Regardless of preconceived ideas, it is indeed a rare wine.
"I see, but Zhang An, since you brewed this wine yourself, do you know if there is any left?"
Confirming again that this wine was brewed by Zhang An, Li Weihong Then he started to make up his mind.
“There is still a batch in the cellar, but not much is left, because the wine yield rate of that recipe is really too low. Last time I used five hundred kilograms of grain, but it was not enough. One hundred catties of pure wine.”
Everyone felt incredible when they heard this.
After all, according to the current technology, even a small workshop can basically produce fifty or sixty catties of liquor from one hundred kilograms of grain.
But then I thought about it, this is Zhang An’s ancient recipe, maybe it’s an ancient method of brewing wine, so it’s understandable that the wine yield is low, after all, this wine is so good.
However, the alcohol yield rate of less than 20% is indeed alarmingly low.
“Since I still have some leftover, I wonder if I can buy some.”
After confirming that Zhang An had extra wine left, Li Weihong asked to buy it on the spot.
As we all know, in the country, tobacco and alcohol are the main channels of discussion.
Everything happens at the wine table. Good or bad conversations are basically in the wine glass.
They are responsible for attracting investment, and this is also the case.
And such a top-quality ancient wine, there is no doubt that it must be a sharp weapon on the wine table.
So if Zhang An still has some left over here, he wants to buy a batch, even at a high price.
After all, he is getting older now. If he doesn’t work hard now, there will be no hope in a few years and he can only wait to retire.
It just so happens that Zhang An’s top-quality wine can be used to talk about a few more entrepreneurs at the wine table, and his political achievements will be improved.
And even if it is not used on the wine table, I believe that the effect of such a treasure is not bad when used as a gift.
"Of course there is no problem, but the price of my wine is relatively expensive. This year's initial price is 500 pounds, which may be difficult for ordinary people to accept."
Li Weihong showed a strong desire to buy. Desire, Zhang An will naturally not refuse to sell.
It’s just that the price must be explained clearly in advance. After all, brothers know how to settle accounts, let alone just acquaintances.
Speak clearly now to avoid misunderstandings in the future.
"This wine is not an ordinary wine. Five hundred and one catty is worthy of its price. Zhang An, I will take whatever you have."
When I heard the price, Li Weihong agreed without saying a word.
Although many people think that five hundred and one catty is a sky-high price, this price is considered normal for high-quality liquor.
You must know that the ex-factory price of Moutai, which just left the factory two years ago, is already close to 200.
In comparison, although Zhang An's wine was more than twice as expensive, Li Weihong could completely accept it.
After all, he felt that this thing was much better than the ones they distributed during the New Year.
Zhang Jianguo and Wang Fang, who were standing next to them, were completely shocked when Zhang An said the weight was five hundred and one kilograms.
In their understanding, bulk wine only costs one or two yuan per catty at most, and three yuan is no longer affordable for ordinary people.
So they felt that their son was talking nonsense.
But then Li Weihong agreed without even a bargaining process.
It makes them feel a little incredible.
Originally they thought the wine was just a whim of their son, something he did on a whim.
I didn’t expect it to be so expensive, and that there are still people buying it.
Looks like it’s quite easy to sell.
"Brother Wei Hong, although I have some left, I don't plan to sell them all. If you really want to buy it, I'll give you thirty kilograms."
Zhang An doesn't want to rely on this batch. Liquor makes a lot of money, so even if he meets a wealthy customer like Li Weihong, he doesn't plan to sell out everything.
He has not forgotten his original intention. Maybe this wine will become Changqing's village wine in the future.
"That's okay, thirty kilograms is thirty kilograms. But in the future, Zhang An, if you make some wine, you have to sell some to me."
Hearing that there is only thirty kilograms Jin, Li Weihong was quite disappointed.
But it is better than nothing, buy it first.
But he didn’t just plan to buy it this time, so he smiled and said to Zhang An.
"Well, Zhang An, I'll buy thirty pounds too."
As soon as Li Weihong finished speaking, their second son, Li Weiguo, followed closely and spoke to Zhang An.
Although they didn’t say it explicitly, the two brothers thought of going together.
Although Li Weiguo is not within the system, he is doing business on his own, and he is also indispensable for socializing with alcohol and tobacco.
So Li Weihong has needs, and so does he.
Besides, the two daughters-in-law of the Li family had no objection to their men buying wine at high prices.
It can be seen that although they are relatively strong at home, they are not unreasonable.
"Sure, it's already late today. Come and get it together tomorrow."
Business is coming to your door, so there's no reason why Zhang An shouldn't do it.
In this way, the two brothers of the Li family bought thirty kilograms of blood rice brew with Zhang An.
Wang Fang and Zhang Jianguo have not yet recovered from their shock.
After all, just sixty pounds of liquor was sold for thirty thousand yuan, and it was settled in just a few words.
Su Ying next to her didn't think anything of it. She had never had any idea about money.
I was born in a dual-income family since I was a child, and my conditions are better than those of most people.
So from now on, she only needs enough money.
After the serious talk, everyone returned to the atmosphere of eating food and chatting.
“I have found that there is nothing bad here in Zhang An. The vegetables grown are delicious, the fish raised are also delicious, the dogs and eagles raised at home are also very spiritual, and even the wine is top quality. , I guess the cherries and peaches on the mountain are definitely not bad.”
After coming here a few times, it seems that this is indeed the case, there is nothing bad here in Zhang An.
"You are right. The cherries and peaches in my house are indeed not bad. Remember to come back and try them after a while."
Zhang An is not modest about this. The cherries in their house are indeed good. He and Taozi are already famous in the neighborhood.
Especially for Cherry, after being pulled out by Lu Cheng, the market response was very enthusiastic.
"Don't worry, my parents live here now, and we will come back often in the future. But when we are not around, I would like to ask you to help and take care of them."
Said, Li Weihong The two brothers picked up the wine and walked towards Zhang Anjing.
Li Shuqing and his wife also followed closely behind.
"You don't need to tell me, Aunt Li Shuluo and I are so in love, you can just come to me if you need anything."
Zhang An responded to them, then waved his hand and said.
Li Mingwu also became happy after hearing what Zhang An said.
Because he was the only one watching when everyone was drinking, so he was always a little depressed.
Before thirty, Zhang Yixing, Zhang An and the others stopped drinking and started eating the food on the table.
After all, this wine was given to me by Zhang An, so I can’t drink it all the time.
But don’t mention it, Mrs. Luo’s Sichuan cuisine skills are still online.
These dishes are well cooked and spicy. Zhang An couldn't stop eating them.
Mrs. Luo was also very happy and kept picking up food for Zhang An.
After finishing their meal, Zhang An and his party declined their family's stay.
After all, Fatty Lu and Xie Wentian are still at home, and they also have to weigh and register the number of plantains for the villagers.
When Mr. Li Mingwu and Mrs. Luo heard that Zhang An had other matters, they did not try to persuade him to stay.
"Xiao An, why is your wine different from the one you brought me last time? The alcohol content must be much lower."
On the way home, Zhang and his party drank the wine. The questions in my mind were expressed.
"Yes, Xiao An, you promised them sixty kilograms of wine today. I'm afraid the little we have left won't be enough, right?"
Wang Fang from the other side also asked.
She remembered that the last time her family roasted a total of about 80 kilograms of white wine, and later Zhang An brewed some medicinal wine.
Later, I gave some to the elders with good connections in the village. Logically speaking, there are not many left in the family now.
“Actually, I have blended the wine I baked last time, so the alcohol content is lower. Otherwise, most people wouldn’t be able to drink the puree.”
In fact, Zhang An did not use the wine brewed outside for blending, but kept it in the cellar.
What he used for blending was the batch brewed in the space, so that even after blending, the quality of the wine would not be affected.
But this sentence answers two questions.
(End of this chapter)