Wanjin Lady

Chapter 92 Borrowing Money
There are eight steps in winemaking, and the first one is soaking the rice.

Use a sieve to sift out the rice husks, use a stone mill to grind the corn, then boil warm water in a pot, add it in and stir evenly.

The female profiteer was holding a small notebook and her usual reed pen. She was very close to the large iron pot and pestered Ma Changshun with a look of curiosity. "Master Ma, when can we start steaming after soaking?"

"Let it swell up with water and become loose." Master Ma pointed to the neatly arranged steamer pots, which had been cleaned to a shine. "Then put it in here and steam it until it's firm on the outside and soft on the inside, with no white core, and it's loose and not mushy, translucent but not mushy, and uniform. The rice is steamed three times and rinsed twice to ensure uniform doneness throughout the entire drum, with each grain distinct."

Wen Wan took out a small notebook and wrote down the information quickly. Although she was in management, she had to be clear about every process of her own business, right?

Wen Wan looked up and saw Old Man Wen standing at the door with a motherly smile on his face, "Dad, you're back?"

The ground of the large courtyard in front of the winery was covered with steamed and gelatinized rice. Feng Shuigen waved his arms and scooped the rice out of the steamer with a wooden shovel, placed it on the clean ground, and continued to spread it thinly and evenly with the wooden shovel, allowing it to cool naturally.

Yo.

The action is quite fast.

In the blink of an eye, we have reached the third step.

No wonder white smoke was rising from the roof of the winery. Was that smoke? No! It was silver!

Old Man Wen walked around the large spread of rice on the ground in front of him, exchanged a few words with Wen Wan and went into the house. He sat with his legs crossed in the main seat in the main hall, looking at the lively scene outside, holding up the tea bowl and letting out a comfortable sigh.

This is sure.

In the future, I can retreat to the second line and become the emperor.

The child is young and it is the age for him to venture out.

But he is old now and it is time for him to enjoy a peaceful life.

Old Man Wen walked back and forth in the winery with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that everyone was working hard but he had nothing to do, he couldn't help but touch his nose in embarrassment. He thought of how Aunt Chen always complained about her son-in-law having a martial arts training ground in the back mountain, which he had never been to, so he strolled towards the back mountain.

The resounding sound of swords could be heard from afar. Only when I got closer did I see Zhao Heng wearing a half-silver mask, revealing only the lower half of his face. He held a longsword, his figure nimble and agile like a swimming dragon. The twenty-liang silver sword danced in his hand with the momentum of a galloping army.

This long sword was given to Zhao Heng by him.

Well, he is worthy of being a bodyguard. He is very agile. It will be no problem for him to guard the house in the future.

But... when he thought of Wen Wan's idea of ​​getting rid of the father and keeping the son, Old Man Wen felt a little more pity for Zhao Heng.

What a nice child.

He knows his limits, how to advance and retreat, and he is also smart and flexible.

If the father and daughter hadn't taken advantage of his amnesia and tricked him into becoming their son-in-law, why would he have to live his whole life bearing the reputation of a son-in-law? Why would he have to wear this burdensome mask all day long?
In this matter...after all, they were not fair.

We should treat this child well in the future.

"Father's back?" Zhao Heng saw Old Man Wen standing to the side and immediately stopped what he was doing and walked towards him. Seeing that Old Man Wen's face was shiny and he was in good health, without any of his previous weakness and illness, he couldn't help but feel relieved. Old Man Wen glanced at the wooden weapon rack, which was full of longswords, spears, clubs and the like, all made of wood. The craftsmanship was rough, and it was obvious that it was the child's own woodworking.

Father Wen complained to Wen Wan in his heart, and for once, he was friendly to Zhao Heng. "After the winery survives this period, I will buy you a set of all eighteen kinds of weapons. Everything other children have, you will have too."

Zhao Heng laughed.

I thought to myself that these two father and daughter are exactly alike.

They all wanted to enrich his arsenal.

Okay, it doesn’t feel bad to be loved by two people.

Father Wen sighed and patted Zhao Heng's shoulder like a loving father. "If you ever get wronged at home, or if that girl bullies you, tell me and I'll take care of it for you."

Zhao Heng was a little overwhelmed by Wen Weiming's sudden enthusiasm, then he smiled and said, "Thank you, father."

Father Wen wanted to take precautions and give Zhao Heng psychological support. "We're family, why should we be so polite? Since you've come to my Wen family, you're my son. I don't have any other requirements for you, as long as you're safe and happy."

Zhao Heng frowned slightly.

What happened to Old Man Wen?
Could it be that after visiting Aunt Liu, he became more approachable?

The father and son exchanged pleasantries for a while, mainly with Old Man Wen asking Zhao Heng if he had eaten, slept, or defecated, and asking him to put on more clothes as the weather was getting colder. Zhao Heng was confused and unable to respond.

Old Man Wen felt that he had built a closer relationship with his son-in-law, and thought that even if Zhao Heng regained his memory one day in the future, he would not hate them too much when he recalled his time in the Wen family, so he was in a good mood.

But as soon as I came down the mountain, I saw the pig coming again.

The pig demon pulled his daughter and the two of them were whispering in the corner. Wen Weiming walked closer and listened, only then did he hear that the pig demon wanted to borrow money from Wen Wan.

Wen Weiming said angrily, "What are you borrowing? Thanks to you, Shopkeeper Zhu, my winery is seriously damaged, and you still have the nerve to ask for money? Who was it that was so good to the Yuan Jing brothers and looked down on our Wen family? Now you're asking for money, you're so ashamed!"

Zhu Wang's face was sullen from being scolded by Wen Weiming, but he smiled gently and said, "My father's words were succinct, but his logic was sound. Manager Zhu should know the situation of our winery better than anyone else. Even though I got a bargain on the grain purchase this time, there's still a huge debt owed by Shi Jinquan to Xinlong Bank. I'm not sure if my Wen family can survive this winter."

Wen Wan smiled bitterly, "In just over a month, the bank will bring their thugs to our door."

Shopkeeper Zhu was so embarrassed that he almost couldn't stand. "I was wrong. I was desperate and came to you two for help. I really shouldn't have done that."

Wen Weiming sneered, swept his sleeves, and walked inside. He took the center seat very consciously and glanced at the timid Zhu Wang. "Doesn't Yuan Liulang owe you a few hundred taels for the grain transport fee? Why don't you go to him, but come to me instead? What's the logic?"

"Oh, Brother Wen... forget it! That bastard Yuan Jing has been avoiding me these past few days! I've looked for him several times, but the servants always say he's out! I know that bastard doesn't have much money on him, so he's definitely trying to hold back on the money!"

Wen Weiming coughed softly, his words hinting at inquiries. "Did you really lose so much going to Bingzhou? Yuan Liulang is from the Cheng family of Bozhou, and his family is wealthy. It's unlikely that he would be so exhausted from this trip that he couldn't even come up with a few hundred taels of silver, right?"

"We didn't have to lose so much. It's just that we collected grain halfway through the journey." Zhu Wang's voice gradually dropped. "I originally thought that the more we collected, the more we would earn. Once we reached Bingzhou, we would make a fortune! Alas, I never thought... but... I really regret it!"

(End of this chapter)