Chapter 58 Drinking Shuanggou, tasting Moutai
In winter, it gets dark earlier than usual.
When Wu Yuan arrived in the village, it was already pitch black.
Only the lights leaking from the jagged doors on both sides of the road guide the passers-by.
Even so, Wu Yuan stepped on the door of Fan's Restaurant.
It's not because he knows so much about Fan's Restaurant, but because Fan's Restaurant is the only private two-story building in the row of bungalows on the roadside.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Fan Weimin, who was puffing out the clouds with Xiong Gang, hurried up to greet him, shaking the filter-tipped cigarette case in his hand, and said: "Boss Wu is a rare visitor, today's visit really makes the house shine."
Fan Weimin has a Chinese character face that is harmless to humans and animals. He is not only the owner of the restaurant, but also the only cook in the restaurant.
Such a person looks mediocre.
But Wu Yuan knew very well that this person was not simple.
Fan's restaurant can stand for five or six years, not because of Fan Weimin's superb cooking skills.
It's because Fan Weimin manages the relationship with the village very well and smoothly.
When he encounters those who get IOUs when eating, he has the ability to get the bill back.
So despite the collapse of four or five other nearby restaurants, Fan’s Restaurant is still doing well.
Wu Yuan took the other party's filter, and after some pushing and politeness, he tilted his mouth, shielded himself from the wind, and let the other party light it for him: "I have admired the name of Fan's Restaurant for a long time, and I have long wanted to try Boss Fan's craftsmanship." , It's a pity that I used to be a poor man, but today I have a chance thanks to the help of a few elders."
Fan Weimin waved his hands again and again: "Boss Wu's words are wrong! A young hero like you, no matter whether you have money or not, the poor house will welcome you."
At this time, Xiong Gang came over and said, "Boss Fan is the first self-employed in our township."
Fan Weimin showed a bitter smile and said: "It was also in order to support the family back then, so I had no choice but to come forward."
Wu Yuan praised: "With this kind of courage, Boss Fan can make a fortune."
"Get rich together! Get rich together!"
While exchanging pleasantries, Fan Weimin welcomed the two into the private room on the second floor, and then hurried into the back kitchen.
In the private room, there is only Wang Wufu, the head of Xiaxu Village brought by Xiong Gang.
The two sides met, after lighting a cigarette, Xiong Gang asked: "Didn't you come with your old man? What about others?"
"Father went to invite old head Xu, and told me to come over and take care of it first."
Xiong Gang nodded: "In a while your fourth brother-in-law will bring the village head of their village, whose surname is Cheng. In addition, Li Fugui and Li Laomao, the party secretary of Shangwei Village, will also be there."
The teams of the four villages are all here.
Wu Yuan stood up and said, "I'll get a box of good wine."
Xiong Gang chased out the door: "What kind of wine are you going to get?"
"Get a box of Moutai?" Wu Yuan didn't hide it, Moutai is not expensive now, and with his financial resources, he can afford it.
Xiong Gang objected: "Just get a bottle of Moutai and try something new. Don't just use Moutai. Change the others to Shuanggou."
Wu Yuan showed hesitation.
Xiong Gang pushed him and said, "Just listen to me."
Wu Yuan didn't hesitate anymore, and went downstairs to ask.
As a result, Fan Weimin was nowhere to be seen when he went down to the first floor. He yelled several times before a female voice answered.
Immediately, an eighteen-year-old braided girl walked in from the backyard: "Why are you calling my dad?"
"I'll ask what alcohol is in the restaurant."
"Then you can ask me."
"Is there a double ditch?"
"Of course, our main product is Shuanggou wine. Do you want better, or almost? Better..."
"It's better, six bottles first. Is there another Moutai?"
"Moutai has to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy, but this point is probably closed."
If this is the case, Wu Yuan has to ride back to get it.
The price is really close to the people, and there is no purchase limit, so he couldn't hold back.
At this moment, Fan Weimin came out from the backyard, still smelling of cigarettes while speaking: "Boss Wu, how much Moutai do you want? There are still three or two bottles, she doesn't know about the child."
The girl with twisted braids was stabbed in the back by Lao Fan, and she was suddenly unhappy, twisted her body, and stomped her feet: "How many times have I said it, I am no longer a child!"
Fan Weimin glared maliciously, but it didn't work at all.
The braided girl also took a look at Wu Yuan, and then reluctantly went back to the backyard and continued picking vegetables.
"Boss Fan, a bottle of Moutai is enough. We are just trying something new, and we can't afford to drink too much."
Fan Weimin nodded: "Don't worry, I'll have someone send it up later."
Wine is ordered.
Soon, the cadre teams from the other three villages also arrived one after another.
Everyone is older than him.
Wu Yuan sat down willingly, with his back to the door.
Looking at the old man and the third brother-in-law were arranged in the upper seat, one left and one right.
So everyone here is smart, and none of them are simple.
After finishing a box of Yipinmei, Wu Yuan yelled downstairs, telling him to leave.
Soon, the braid came up to the ground carrying six cold dishes.
Walking in the running water, the hands and feet are obviously a little rusty.
Wu Yuan saw it, and quickly got up to give his hand, and helped to put six plates of cold dishes on the table.
After setting out the cold dishes, Wang Wufu, the head of Xiaxu Village, who has always been harmless to humans and animals, said slowly: "Bing Bing, didn't your father tell you that the wine is served first when the food is served?"
Twisted pigtails were choked by this, and the thin-skinned suddenly felt embarrassed.
I could only stomp my feet and said bitterly: "He is not called Bingbing, but Fan Bing!"
The old **** Wang Wufu is here: "Bingbing is better."
Everyone nodded tacitly.
Immediately, Fan Bing moved Shuanggou up, and a bottle of Maotai white porcelain bottle was placed horizontally on it.
As soon as he entered the door, Li Laomao, the head of Shangwei Village who was sitting next to Wu Yuan, was taken aback.
Quickly got up and rushed over, took down the Maotai white porcelain bottle: "Oh, my goodness, this is Maotai, what if it falls and smashes it?"
After finishing speaking, Li Laomao hurriedly said: "Bah, bah, bah, what kind of nonsense I am."
This hand ate and vomited.
It's not that I'm afraid that Moutai will hear it, but I'm afraid that everyone present will feel unlucky if they hear it.
After all, eight cadres from four villages sat together for a common development goal.
Fan Bing didn't say anything.
She is a girl, holding a box of Shuanggou, and she is already struggling.
With the addition of Moutai, the tip of the nose is dripping with sweat.
This is a cold day.
Even so, Xiong Gang was also a little displeased.
If this wine is served by Lao Fan or his wife, it is specified that they will not serve it together.
First serve a case of Shuanggou wine.
When everyone is drinking enough, add a bottle of Moutai as a topping to push the atmosphere of the banquet to a new height.
In this way, why worry about the failure of the big event?
It’s better now, everyone has seen Moutai, and everyone is eager to try Moutai first.
How do you control the rhythm of the seats at this table?
Fortunately, Party Secretary Yang, who is the oldest and most qualified, said: "Today, let's have a drink first, and Shuanggou Guan is enough. Then, through the taste of Moutai, we will experience the close cooperation and mutual benefit of our several villages. Development sweetness."
Happy weekend, Yanzu Yifei!
(end of this chapter)