Spring is coming

Jingzhou.

The second room of the Bo family.

The second lady, Mrs. Jiang, came to Bo Xinyue's residence, Ginkgo Residence, as usual, and evacuated all the servants serving her, leaving only the mother and daughter in the house talking quietly.

"Xinyue, Mom heard that you are tinkering with something else recently. Dao Hua Xiang? What is this?"

Jiang rarely asked about her husband's business matters, and many times she couldn't figure out what her daughter was doing.

Bo Xinyue took her hand and put it on her knee: "Mom, Daohuaxiang is the product of my daughter. She visited the three wineries in Wuling County that are responsible for supplying wine to more than ten wine shops in Jingxi. She tasted the wine brewed by the winemakers. The taste of each wine is uniquely improved.”

Every time she talked about business matters, she was very excited: "We all thought that Wuling County was a bad place before, but it was not the case. During the visit, my daughter found that Wuling is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side, and the climate is most suitable for wine making. But that’s it.”

"But before that, my father was devoted to imitating the Qiu Ruixiang produced by Jinchundang. The characteristics of Qiu Ruixiang are elegant and delicate, soft and mellow in the mouth, and long aftertaste. It's not that this wine is not good, but it is too difficult to imitate. The process is cumbersome. , high technical requirements and high brewing costs, our wine shop actually lacks support. We can only strive for a similar appearance but no charm. If the customers taste it, our business will naturally not be good. "

She only started to study the knowledge of wine after taking over, and her understanding was not deep. But one thing about her was that she was smart enough to trust the skills of her subordinates, ask for advice humbly, and employ people without suspicion.

"That" Jiang was confused.

"The wine Daohuaxiang was made after discussion between my daughter and Master Huang. The raw materials are five kinds of grains: wheat, sorghum, rice, glutinous rice, and corn. They are then mixed with ingredients, steamed and burned. My daughter doesn't know the details. It's just like this. It not only improves the taste of the wine produced by the winery, but also saves costs.”

"Because the new wine is rich in aroma, soft and sweet, slightly sweet in the mouth and has a long finish, my daughter named it Daohua Xiang."

The name is catchy, and the price of the wine is low. Ordinary people who want to drink can buy a pound or two of it from time to time, which directly separates them from the audience of Qiu Ruixiang.

It is actually very smart not to fight with the opponent to a bloody head, because Qiu Ruixiang of Jinchundang has already become famous in Jingzhou.

The most significant change is that the business of several wine shops that were originally struggling to survive has improved a lot since the launch of Daohuaxiang at the beginning of this year, and Bo Xinyue has contributed a lot to this.

Her idea is that this year's Daohuaxiang can build the reputation of the Bo family's "Zijintang", and next year she can continue to develop new wines. This time, she can develop some types of wine that officials and officials like to drink to build a reputation.

Jiang didn't know what to say so she smiled. Anyway, the purpose of her visit today was not to praise Bo Xinyue.

"Xinyue, your father said that it's not good for a girl like you to be exposed all the time. You should ask your brother to accompany you to the shop every time."

"Mom, my daughter always brings her servants and maids out."

Bo Xinyue frowned reluctantly as if she had guessed what her mother was going to say.

I don’t know when it started, but every time it was handed over to her, it was half-dead property that her brothers looked down upon. After she was saved a little bit, her father would take her back, or her mother would come and persuade her daughter's family not to show up in public, and let her brother follow her and do things in his name.

"Xinyue, be obedient." Jiang Shi patiently coaxed her, "It's not that your father and I are partial, it's just that there are some things that are not good for the girl's family to do too much, and it affects you. Besides, you like to do these business things, your brother I wish you could marry him! Your father has also been thinking about finding a son-in-law for you in the future, so he asked you to stay in the Bo family. What in our family will not be reserved for you two in the future? "

Bo Xinyue also wanted to say, since she was planning to find a son-in-law for her, why should she be pressured by the word "publicity"?
  But looking at Jiang's face, she finally swallowed it.

In the spring of March, the grass grows and orioles fly along the Lijiang River. During the Shangsi Festival, young men and women gathered by the Lijiang River for spring outings. There were pavilions set up for people to drink wine by the water, and some academy teachers organized students to bathe by the waterside, chanting "Nine Songs" all the way.

Even if he had to entertain the four shopkeepers tomorrow, he still couldn't stop Mo Jingchun from getting up early this morning and preparing a stall of seasonal snacks.

Wearing a curtain hat to protect from the sun, there are a pole and two bamboo baskets in front of him. On one side are fried rice balls and black rice balls, on the other side are neatly folded clean small bowls and a tightly covered large wooden barrel. When you open it, you will see a The fragrant fragrance of flowers hits my face.

Looking around, there were many people setting up stalls along the Li River like her, selling black rice and scented tea.

She is confident that her business will be better, and the secret lies in this fried pancake.

Men and women on spring outings who pass by her stall are always attracted by the fat and white glutinous dumplings. It’s not their fault that they are greedy, because the presentation is too delicate.

The Huajian she prepared comes in three flavors: peach blossom, plum blossom, and gardenia.

To make Huajian, you first need to mix the glutinous rice flour into a ball, break it into small pieces, flatten it and put it in a pot to fry until it is cooked through.

Then put the prepared petals into shape and fry them briefly.

Mo Jingchun also poured a spoonful of nectar on it, which tasted sweet and glutinous, just like the boys and girls who met by the Li River last year and couldn't wait to express their affection to each other.

I am tired from the spring outing and sweating profusely. Now I have another bowl of slightly astringent jasmine and gardenia tea, and I feel that the irritability in my heart just now is not so strong.

Mo Jingchun met a gentle and polite uncle. After he bought fried rice dumplings, black rice balls and scented tea from her, he did not go away. Instead, he sat down on her small wooden stool and pulled another person over. Only the stool serves as the table.

Mo Jingchun saw that he was dignified and elegant, and secretly guessed that this person had an extraordinary identity.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to start asking Mo Jingchun for some information.

"Little girl, are you from Baishan Town?"

Mo Jingchun kept in mind the principle of talking less and making fewer mistakes when going out, and nodded silently.

"Huh?" the man said, "I think this Baishan Town is quite lively. Why was last year's autumn tax payment so slow?"

"There was a flood the year before last, and many fertile fields became thin. Naturally, the harvest was not good." A stall owner nearby chatted with him.

"Oh, that's true, but isn't Jiangxia County the worst affected area?" he asked.

"Hey!" The man disagreed quite a bit. He put his hands on his waist and looked rude, but he spoke the truth. "During disaster relief, Master Qingtian wants to classify the disaster situation into three, six or nine grades, but the people who suffered the disaster are Who doesn’t live by tightening their belts?”

"." This was the first time Xie Hanqing heard someone reply like this. After thinking deeply, he sighed, "That's what this dear friend said."

"Sir, you've finished your tea. Do you want a refill?" Mo Jingchun saw that he had finished his tea early but was still sitting in front of the stall, so he couldn't help but remind him.