Grandma Hong dared not fight against Xu Ping until she was too old to send a sheep. She had already expressed her attitude and could not really make Xu Ping angry and unable to deal with it.

At this time, there were two jars of wine, so Xu Ping ordered the slaughter of the sheep.

Gao Daquan volunteered: "I specialize in these tasks for my brothers."

Xu Ping thought to himself: "Your brothers have sheep, some have sheep estimators, and some have slaughtered sheep, and they just happened to be one dragon. There are sheep in my farm, so you can't let this guy get started, otherwise you will be sold at any time."

Gao Daquan came to the sheep, and made a stand. Suddenly, he bent down and grabbed the four legs of the sheep's front and back. The sheep bleated and was lifted up by him.

After weighing it in his hand, Gao Daquan threw the sheep on the ground and crossed his hands to Xu Ping and said, "Officials, this sheep is so fat. I'm afraid it's not that it's going to cost more than 40 kilograms of meat!"

Xu Ping smiled and said, "I won't go out to sell it. I care about so many things, I just slaughter it!"

The shopkeeper had already brought a knife, and Gao Daquan held the knife in his hand, held the goat's horn and dragged it to the wall. With a force, he pulled his head and slashed it down.

Xiuxiu didn't dare to see blood, so she let out a low voice and turned her head.

Xu Ping smiled and whispered to Xiuxiu: "This tall collection is with your family. They all learned crafts from the cattle and sheep department. What are you afraid of?"

Xiuxiu said: "My family is just a shepherd. If one dies, you will have to pay a lot of money."

Xu Ping knew that she was exaggerating, and the court was not so unkind. Depending on the variety of grazing, there were legal losses every year, and there were rewards for more lambs. However, if there were such regulations, it was hard to say how many of them would fall on the bottom shepherd's head.

Seeing Xiuxiu closing her eyes, she deliberately teased her: "Your home is herding sheep, don't tell me that you have never seen someone who slaughtered sheep. If I have never even eaten mutton, I wouldn't believe it."

Xiuxiu was silent for a while and whispered: "I just haven't eaten mutton."

Xu Ping was stunned and remembered that the mutton is not cheap now, and it is normal for Xiuxiu's family to not be able to afford it. Those who weave cloth cannot afford clothes, and those who farm cannot fill their stomachs. Isn't this the norm in history? Why do those who shed mutton need to afford to eat mutton?

However, he just said that it was because mutton was the most popular meat at this time. There are many reasons for this phenomenon, and it is difficult to tell clearly. But don’t think that pork is cheap. In fact, it is similar to later generations. Pork is just cheaper than mutton.

He didn't dare to ask Xiuxiu if she had eaten pork again, so as not to be embarrassed.

Not long after, Gao Daquan slaughtered the fat sheep.

The big pot in Xuping's yard was boiling wine, so he asked someone to go to the kitchen to take another big pot, then set it up in the yard, chop the mutton into large pieces and cook it in the pot. Xu Ping asked Xiuxiu to put the leftover mutton bones and put it in the pot to cook it in the evening to make mutton soup tomorrow morning.

In less than an hour, the meat in the pot was fragrant and several jars of wine were steamed there.

Some shopkeepers have brought salt, spices and various seasonings for coriander. They usually play wild game around them, and they have prepared all of them themselves.

The large thick porcelain bowls brought from the kitchen were placed on the ground, and Xu Ping personally held the wine jar and poured the big bowl full of steamed wine.

After the reverse, Xu Ping picked up a bowl, but found that all the tourists in the village were looking at him with eager eyes.

Xu Chang smiled and said, "Dalang, what do you have to say now."

What did you say? Xu Ping was stunned. He had nothing to say at first, but he just wanted to join in the fun on a whim. He had this habit in his previous life, either doing experiments or going to the countryside to investigate. After asking migrant workers for a day, he invited everyone to pick up cheap wine, large pieces of meat and have a meal in a small shop on the street. Their department didn't have much funding, and it was only at this level. His original intention was that he planted a small piece of peanuts on the land today. Although he didn't live much, he still followed the habit and had no other ideas.

But depending on what everyone meant, I didn't think so. Especially when he had a fight with Grandma Hong just now, these people inevitably had strange thoughts, thinking that they wanted to win over them against Grandma Hong. Xu Chang had been with these shopkeepers for a few years in charge of the village and got along well with these shopkeepers. Suddenly, a woman came, so naturally everyone was not used to it.

Just say it, Xu Ping thought for a while and said loudly: "Zhixia was originally a prodigal child who fought against dogs in Tokyo. An accident happened at home. I came down to this farm and you all entrusted this farm to make a living. I often said that without suffering, without experiencing hardships in the world, people cannot grow up. After my family experienced this, my boy also thought about it. From then on, I have changed my heart and made a living in this land. This farm is vast and has a flat land, but there is more sand and less soil, and it is a bit barren. Since two years ago, I bought it with two thousand guan enough money, but there is no interest. If this continues, my family will not be able to support it. From now on, I hope you can work together with me to dig out gold and silver mountains in this land, and you will definitely benefit you!

After saying that, he picked up a big bowl and took a sip of the wine: "Drink together!"

Everyone applauded and took a big sip of the bowl together, and went to divide the meat.

Sun Qilang bit a piece of mutton and shouted loudly: "Little official, if you have such a large piece of wine and meat every day, let's ask us to work hard, even if we kill and set fire, we will follow you!"

A group of shopkeepers started to cheer together.

Xu Ping was shocked. Most of these farmers belonged to the category of refugees. They had no family and had no wives and children. They wanted to eat delicious food, drink spicy food, and be willful and make people angry. Killing and setting fires might not be a big deal in their eyes. Especially the tall calendar, Xu Ping remembered that Yuncheng, Jezhou, was the old nest of Liangshanpo. Although it was not yet that era, history was not like Water Margin. It was more based on the Yang Yao uprising, but I thought that the people there must be tough.

He hurriedly said, "Brother Seven, don't say these rebellious words in the future, so as not to cause trouble. As long as everyone works hard, wine and meat are nothing."

After drinking in a crowd, everyone was drunk and rolled to the ground with weak alcohol. This was a high level of white wine. They were used to drinking rice wine, so how could they bear this kind of alcohol?

Gao Daquan drank a bowl, his eyes shone, and he squeezed to Xu Ping with his arms around, shouting: "Little official, this wine is so powerful, the taste is mellow, and it is better than the taste of the wine and sweat! I came to your house to work, which is a blessing from the past world!"

Xu Ping forced a smile and said, "Since that's the case, as long as you follow me in the future, there will be benefits you would not have imagined!"

He didn't drink much himself. One reason was that he didn't drink much, and the other was that the wine he had just steamed still had a bit of a strong smell, which he couldn't afford to enjoy.

Seeing that everyone was already falling, Xu Chang came to pull Xu Ping aside and said in a deep voice: "Dalang, how did you come up with this method of steaming wine?"

Xu Ping said: "What else should I think about this? What a simple thing! Frying wine will make you sweat. It would be strange if you can't steam it! What if you ask this?"

Xu Chang sighed: "Da Lang was very thoughtful. He used to learn bad things in Tokyo! In the future, you will be in charge of this farm. I will definitely prosper! I would like to ask if Dalang had thought that this method of steaming wine was a way to make money! The lees are not worth much, how much money can be saved when steaming wine!"

Xu Ping lowered his head and pondered: "Let me think about it."

After a while, Xu Ping raised his head and said to Xu Chang: "Everyone cares, don't mention this again. The steamed wine is only allowed to drink at the farm, and the more it is stored. The court is very strict with the wine, and this is under the feet of the emperor, and it is not a joke!"

Xu Chang shook his head and said nothing.

Xu Ping sighed secretly in his heart. When Xu Chang said that, he was also excited. Many successful people who traveled through time had made their first pot of gold by distilled liquor, let alone as an expert. But after thinking about it carefully, he found that this method was of no use to him. In the final analysis, my Song Dynasty wine is a monopoly! How beneficial is this monopoly? In the words of the Song people, the court spared no profits in the people's wealth, so how could this path be left to you!

The profits of commercial enterprises are nothing more than one purchase and one sale. Both ends are stuck. All the profits obtained from steaming wine must come from their own home. The Xu family has a restaurant in Baisha Town. The Song people said that they buy puffs, but they don’t want that restaurant, but the surrounding market. The only one in Baisha Town is legally operated, and other wine-making and selling puffs is illegal. Besides, as a wine merchant, there are fixed wine classes every year. Not to mention, there are also fixed amounts of music bought from the government at high prices. This quantity is definitely more than the market needs. How can you leave loopholes for private brewing for you?

As for selling wine to other places, there is no need to think about it. It is called smuggling. Although it is not as good as when the founding of the country, smuggling wine will not cause such trouble for himself. At this time, there were two official wine shops in Zhongmu, namely official restaurants, which were in Wansheng Town and Zhongmu County. Not to mention the county town, there were large troops stationed in Wansheng Town. These two major market officials monopolized, and infringing on their interests was to make themselves uncomfortable.

After all, in my Song Dynasty, if we want to make money and make a fortune, it is most reliable to dig food from the soil. What Xu Ping is good at is farming.

Everyone was full of food and food. Xu Ping called a few people who were still sober, such as Gao Daquan and Sun Qilang, and took Xu Chang out to investigate the land. He wanted to ask his parents for the management of this farm, and he could not speak in vernacular terms.

This farm is more than ten miles in radius, but it is mostly wasteland, with ponds and swamps everywhere. According to his previous life, it was severely salinized and very few fields were reclaimed.

The northeast of the village is Baisha Town, which is ten miles apart. Five miles north is the Jinshui River, which is the water source of Bianliang City. The court has strict protection and cannot make the idea of ​​water there. A river turns from the west to the south of the village and flows all the way to the Jinshui River, which is the Nanhe River. This river originates from the swamp connected to the Mingsheng Pushe Pond in Zhengzhou. It has abundant water and is almost entirely located in the village. If used well, this farm has great potential.

Xu Ping had to have a pen, drew circles on the paper, drew out the general terrain of the farm, and then carefully drew the flow direction of the Nanhe River. He drew a rough idea where to open a canal and where to open a ditches.

After roughly transferring the farm, it was already evening. When I returned to my residence, I found that most of the farmers were still drunk in the room.

The people of Song generally do not eat lunch, one meal early and one dinner late. People in the city are in high spirits and have midnight snacks. As for the people in the country, the sun sets and they rest early.

After saying goodbye to Xu Chang and Zhuangke, Xu Ping returned to his yard.

Xiuxiu was still waiting there. When she saw Xu Ping, she hurriedly asked him: "Have the official had dinner? I still got two buns from the kitchen."

Xu Ping said: "Take it over, and cut it into a plate of leftover mutton at noon, and make me a bowl of wine. Let's get drunk tonight!"

He heard that Xiuxiu had never eaten mutton before, so when it was cooked, she asked her to cut a large piece of good meat and keep it for the two of them to eat by themselves. After a day of busyness today, she was in a good mood, so she became interested.

After eating and drinking with Xiuxiu, she asked her to put the sheep bones from noon into a big pot to cook. Xu Ping felt dizzy and went to bed early to rest.
Chapter completed!