The Red Era: Starting from a Truck Driver

Chapter 144 Doctor Qian and Tiger Bone Wine

Maybe Jiang Cheng was lucky today and came across what he wanted.

It was still in a jar, but the jar was sealed and not opened. Another person who looked older was selling it, and there were people negotiating in front of the stall.

Jiang Cheng squatted beside for a while and finally understood what was going on. The jar contained tiger bone wine. Tiger bone wine is not brewed just by having tiger bones. It is not like making snake wine, where you just soak a snake in the wine.

Real tiger bone wine is made by adding a lot of medicinal herbs according to the recipe. It is not simply putting a piece of tiger bone in the wine and calling it tiger bone wine.

The old man selling wine in front of me turned out to be a barefoot doctor. He said that he brewed it himself according to his family's recipe. A jar of wine weighs five kilograms. If you want to buy it, buy a whole jar, because once it is opened, even if it is sealed again, the alcohol in the tiger bone wine will still evaporate, and the medicinal aroma and wine aroma of the wine will become lighter.

The price of a jar of wine was fifty yuan, and the person negotiating the deal didn't even offer a cent. Anyway, if you bought the whole jar, you could open it on the spot if you were afraid it wasn't tiger bone wine.

It is a three-no product. Even if it is real tiger bone wine, we don't know what other medicinal materials are used. The main point is trust. If you believe it is effective and there will be no problem after drinking it, then buy it.

"Brother, do you want some too? How about we buy it together?"

A middle-aged man who was negotiating with the stall owner saw Jiang Cheng squatting on the side and watching. He could tell that Jiang Cheng was also interested in the wine, so he wanted to get it together with Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng shook his head and said nothing. He wanted to eat alone, but there were rules in this black market. You couldn't interrupt people when they were talking, nor could you raise the price.

"Little brother, I want this wine, but I don't have enough money, let's share this jar of wine." The middle-aged man continued. He came here from Nancheng County to buy some food. But he didn't expect to come across this.

When buying things in the black market, you don’t have to worry about not being able to find someone if something goes wrong, it’s just a little more laborious. Where the black market is located is basically spread by word of mouth. It’s not possible to say that everyone knows the organizer, but everyone probably has some impression of where they are from.

So even if it’s unopened, generally speaking it’s what it says it is, and you can’t sell fakes.

Jiang Cheng turned his head away and ignored them, but he didn't leave. The doctor who sold wine laughed when he saw this scene. He didn't expect to meet two people who wanted this wine.

The barefoot doctor was reluctant to sell the wine, but he was old and had not yet become a doctor at the commune clinic. He could only rely on treating minor illnesses in the village, not to mention making money, and it was good enough if he didn't have to spend any money.

There are too many people who owe money for medicine and have no money to see a doctor. Some people owe money and then disappear, and it is difficult for them to collect the debt. Usually, I go to the mountains to collect some medicine and exchange it for some money and food, but life is still a bit difficult.

He can only sell this tiger bone wine, but now he is reluctant to sell more. In the past, hunters went into the mountains to hunt together. They would sell the tiger skin to the purchasing station, and the meat would be divided and eaten. Some parts of the tiger bones could be collected.

But starting five years ago, any tiger kills had to be reported, and purchasing stations began to collect tiger bones in addition to tiger skins.

The reason is simple. The export sales of Li Shizhen Tiger Bone Wine have been expanded. In addition, it used to be a public-private partnership, but now it is a state-owned factory operating independently, so the scope of purchase is naturally different.

Therefore, the barefoot doctor who couldn't get the raw materials had to sell one less jar at a time, but he only sold one jar a year. Jiang Cheng's appearance here today was indeed a stroke of luck for him.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a long time, but couldn't convince Jiang Cheng to buy with him, nor could he convince the stall owner to sell in small quantities, so he had to leave in the end.

Jiang Cheng immediately filled in the position and started chatting with the stall owner. He didn't talk about the price, but mainly asked how the tiger bone wine was brewed, and if he could get the materials and pay, could he help him brew it.

The old doctor didn't hide anything from Jiang Cheng. If Jiang Cheng had the ability to get the materials, mainly the tiger. The other materials could actually be bought at the herbal medicine store, and Jiang Cheng didn't need to pay extra money to help brew it. He could also provide some of the materials. Brew a few jars together, and each of them would take half.

Even if the ingredients are available, tiger bone wine needs to be brewed for at least three years to be ready, and it works best if it is brewed for more than six years.

Jiang Cheng calculated the time and found that he really had the materials and asked the other party to help brew them. In order to achieve the best results, it just so happened that the country was open to the public.

But Jiang Cheng was still interested. If he couldn't find a tiger in the forest, he would go to the zoo to get one. Jiang Cheng had always been curious about one question: how did the zoo deal with the dead animals after decades of existence? He didn't believe in tigers, and they were cremated with skin and bones after death.

After chatting with the old doctor for a long time, Jiang Cheng learned that his surname was Qian and his father and grandfather were all barefoot doctors. He also made an appointment to visit his home, as he still had the last three jars of wine, but he would definitely not sell them this year.

When Jiang Cheng brought Doctor Qian to Zhou Lingying's meat stall, he found that more than half of the meat had been sold. However, the size of this black market was limited.

It's already past six o'clock, and the show will be over soon. People who haven't come here by now will probably not come again today.

There were many bones with some meat on them that were not sold. Jiang Cheng saw that the people who had sold him small yellow croakers at the beginning had not left yet, so he gave them a lot of them.

The things they dug up were hard to sell in the black market. They had to go to the city, maybe they could meet someone who knew about the goods. They sold them for a few cents each here, but they didn't sell them.

Finally, they saw that there was still a lot of meat in front of Jiang Cheng's stall, and wanted to give the remaining things and Yuan Datou to Jiang Cheng, just in exchange for some meat.

Jiang Cheng let Zhou Lingying decide on this matter, but Zhou Lingying was worried that the meat would go bad if not processed. She reluctantly exchanged it with them. Except for the Yuan Datou coins, which she thought were made of silver, the others were all small jars, and she didn't know how to use them.

There is one that can be used as a chopstick holder, one that looks quite solid and can be placed in the chicken coop as a bowl for feeding chickens, and another that can be used to hold combs and small items, but I have thought of everything I could think of, and with the few I bought at the beginning, there are a total of more than a dozen of these things and I really have no place to use them.

Jiang Cheng and Zhou Lingying closed their stall and asked the black market manager how much they wanted for the stall. They refused because they were given the offal of the wild boar, and they said it was the stall fee.

Jiang Cheng is the kind of person who would be even more polite to you if you were polite to me, and he gave them some of the unsold meat.

Then the three of them took the remaining meat and the honey they had bought and went directly to Doctor Qian's house.

As for hunting, it is just a hobby. Hunting does not necessarily mean hunting in the mountains and forests all the time. I had planned to go to the forest early in the morning, but now all my plans have been disrupted.

Jiang Cheng planned to go to Doctor Qian's house and then take Zhou Lingying to the reclamation farm to find Director Hou. Even if they didn't buy fat pigs this time, they had to buy some poultry and watermelons. To buy poultry in the market, you need a poultry ticket, but the reclamation farm doesn't need one. And the poultry that the purchasing station buys here is not at the market price.

As long as Jiang Cheng buys at the market price for poultry, which is higher than the price at the recycling station, Director Hou will agree. Because the poultry they raise here is not planned, they can be sold or not.

Watermelons are now available in the market, no tickets are needed. Just ask Jiang Cheng to buy a few bags at a low price.

Doctor Qian had never thought that Jiang Cheng was a driver. At first, he just thought that Jiang Cheng was interesting and it would be nice to get to know him. After all, few young people these days are willing to spend money to make their own medicinal wine, even if they ask someone to help them make it. He didn't expect that Jiang Cheng's identity was not simple. At least a car driver is a great figure in the countryside.

Just like in Jinhe Commune, cars can only be parked on the rural roads, except for some special villages with industries. Most other villages cannot be entered by cars.

When we arrived at Doctor Qian's place, there were many medicinal herbs, including wild hawthorns. Jiang Cheng had learned a lot, and many things could be used as medicine. When Jiang Cheng went hunting in the mountains, he could pick some good medicinal herbs. Especially ginseng, which was very old in some deep mountains.

After studying here for half a day, I was asked to stay for lunch today. Because Doctor Qian also knew about medicinal diet, he was willing to teach Zhou Lingying two medicinal diet recipes, so that she could take some medicinal herbs with her when she left.

One is a medicinal dish made from wild boar meat, and the other is one made from venison.

Jiang Cheng always felt that the barefoot doctor who could prepare tiger bone wine and medicinal food was no ordinary person and that he would not be able to enter the commune's clinic with such a level of skill.

　(Those who say they like to see the transportation from various places and the various specialties and cultures, in fact, it was only when they arrived at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative that they really went to the places where specialties were produced. Because if it is not a special product, it can be found in every city, so they will not go to other places to purchase it.)
　　It is better to develop them in chapters, and publish them in one chapter, so everyone thinks that there are few updates.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)