pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 942 Didn't Forget Anything?

Song Qingge is not the kind of all-around talent, she is just an ordinary college student who runs a small restaurant at home, and she doesn't know much.

Anyone who can make money has thought of it, what else can I do?

"Miss, there is an old man looking for you outside."

Today Song Qingge was thinking of a way to make money at home, but no one was invited at home, and Xiao Jinyi ran to open the door when someone knocked on the door.

This place is no different than Jiuhong City, few people come to the door, Xiao Xun also gave a special order, no one is allowed to come here to look for him if there is nothing important.

"Invite him in." Song Qingge put down the notebook in her hand, and came to record the various methods she thought of.

What can be done now is to open these shops to other cities or the capital, so as to earn more money.

After a while, Xiao Jinyi walked in with an old man who was not too tall, thin and not unusual. In fact, he didn't have many wrinkles on his face, but his hair was already gray, so he looked like an old man.

"Excuse me?"

The visitor is a guest, Song Qingge got up and asked.

"My surname is Qiu." The old man replied casually, found a chair and sat down naturally, and said to Xiao Jinyi, "Why don't you come with me later? I promise you like it."

Surname Qiu?

Song Qingge immediately thought of a shopkeeper surnamed Qiu in Jiuhong City. He said that his brother had a weird temper and had been working in Luoxin City.

Could it be that the old man in front of him is the shopkeeper Qiu of the wine shop?
"Okay, can you come with me, my lady?"

Song Qingge was puzzled over there, while Xiao Jinyi and the old man had already chatted.

"What kind of wine do women drink? Men have to drink it. Seeing how you look like, you must be able to drink well. If you don't get drunk tonight, you won't go home."

The topic of conversation between the two was wine, and the identity of the old man was confirmed without further guessing.

"Shopkeeper Qiu, why are you here today?" Song Qingge sat down opposite him and asked with a smile, with a very polite attitude.

It's not because he is eccentric and difficult to deal with, but because the old man and Xiao Jinyi get along better when they talk, and he doesn't have the expression of difference or regret that ordinary people see Xiao Jinyi.

She likes anyone who treats Xiao Jinyi well.

"Didn't you mention wine last time? Grapes are in season now." The old man's words were very simple.

"The prescription has already been written to shopkeeper Xiaoqiu. Is there any doubt? Actually, I have also heard about this prescription. I have never done it myself, and I have to rely on the two shopkeepers to grasp it."

Song Qingge had seen the method of brewing wine at home in her previous life, and made some at home every year.

"If it doesn't work out, this year will be over. I'll ask you to come and have a look." The old man continued.

The grape season in this world is very short and there are few varieties. If there is a problem with the wine, it is more critical to wait for the next year.

Song Qingge didn't do it alone, but she participated in it, and immediately nodded in agreement, "Okay, when will it start? I'll go and see it with Dabao."

The process of making wine is still very interesting, and she and Xiao Jinyi can participate together.

After hearing Song Qingge's words, Xiao Jinyi really looked eager to try it, and really wanted to try it.

Seeing the impatient looks of these two, the old man glanced at them, and then said: "There is no rush to make wine, Ms. Song think about it carefully, haven't you forgotten anything?"

"..."

Song Qingge blinked and studied, what did she forget?

A flash of inspiration flashed across the land, and Song Qingge laughed, "Don't worry, shopkeeper Qiu, the wine glass is already on the way, and it will be delivered in about ten days."

(End of this chapter)