Hello, 1983

Zhang Ganzi was taken to the commune health center by Liu Qingshan, given a tetanus shot, a few more stitches, and finally the mute grandpa's trauma medicine before being sent home.

According to this guy, there are too many old sows on the farm, and all the male wild boars are recruited.

This guy is really heartless, and when he came back in the jeep, he still had the mind to humming, pig, and carrying his daughter-in-law.

After singing for a while, he scolded again: "Mother, take ours as Gao Lao Zhuang, right? I won't recruit a son-in-law."

Liu Qingshan's heart moved when he heard it: After seven or eight years, everyone gets tired of eating fatty meat, so they start thinking about eating wild boar, and the price of wild boar will also rise.

If you start the layout from now on, you will definitely be one step ahead.

This wild boar, guarding the mountains, can basically be eaten twice a year.

To be honest, real wild boar is really not good.

The main reason is that wild boars are raised by nature and love freedom, so pork is more stinky.

Unlike artificial breeding, except for sows and breeding pigs, the remaining fattening pigs are all humanely destroyed, so they are all raised in vain and fat.

If wild boars are bred with domestic sows, the meat quality of the second and third generations will be much better.

Nothing to do, Liu Qingshan revealed this plan to Zhang Ganzi.

"What kind of thing, for food and drink, it has to be used to harm the sow. This motherfucker has become an uncle." Zhang Ganzi couldn't figure it out.

However, Liu Qingshan analyzed the market with him, especially when he heard that wild boar can make money, and it is possible to export foreign exchange, Zhang Ganzi immediately came to the spirit:

"Then I think about it carefully, and try to turn enemies into friends with her. I don't believe it anymore. It's delicious and delicious, and there are dozens of white, fat, and beautiful old sows. She won't take the bait?"

As he talked, he laughed again, and habitually strayed: "It's just that this wild boar is still a little bit smaller. It is estimated that he has just grown up, and he can't get up because of his dry eyes."

"Qingshan, you are a little boy, you don't know what it feels like. Before your uncle Zhuzi married a wife, he had a deep understanding..."

What are you talking about, if it wasn't for Zhang Zhanzi's injury on his leg, Liu Qingshan would have wanted to kick him out of the car.

After returning home, the banquet was over long ago, Liu Qingshan pulled some meals to send to Zhang Ganzi, and the wine was exempted.

As soon as I came out of Zhang Ganzi's house, I heard the loudspeaker from the village department, and it started to bang again.

"It's definitely going to be good stuff again!"

Some villagers ran directly to the village headquarters, and then heard the voice of the old party secretary from the loudspeaker: "Qingshan, Qingshan will answer the phone right away!"

It turned out that this was the case. The villagers stopped in disappointment, and Liu Qingshan rushed to the village headquarter.

The phone was long overdue, and he said that he would call back later. Liu Qingshan chatted with Grandpa Party Secretary, talking about building a house, and talked about his plans.

Mainly the old houses in Jiapigou have all been preserved.

"This homestead is a hassle."

The old party secretary can't figure it out, how good is a brick house, and there will still be people who like to live in mud-thatched houses in the future. Isn't that a disease?

For rural homesteads, the management is now relatively loose. Basically, the brigade has the final say, and it is enough to report to the commune land office.

But in principle, a family can only have one homestead.

"Hey, you can split up."

Liu Qingshan had already figured out a plan. If the children of the family had to get married and split up, wouldn't they have to re-approve the homestead?

The old party secretary also nodded: "Okay, whoever builds a house in the future will do it like this."

He doesn't believe in anything else now, he just believes in Liu Qingshan. Qingshan's words are definitely right.

Just as he was talking, the phone rang, and Liu Qingshan picked it up quickly.

A familiar voice came from the receiver: "Crooked, is it Commander Liu? I'm looking for Commander Liu."

Just kidding, right?

Liu Qingshan said into the microphone: "Assaulter Liu is not here, I heard that he has brought someone to the county winery and is going to attack the winery's wine cellar.

Burn all those high liquors! "

Haha, over the phone, the laughter of old Li, the director of the winery, came out:

"Qingshan, congratulations, take the time to come to the county tomorrow, we people, we want to celebrate your achievements and congratulate you on becoming the new Long March raider."

Liu Qingshan also said twice: "Uncle Li, I'm afraid your wine is not very good, right?"

The old party secretary on the side also shouted: "There is no good wine for wine, and there is no good feast for feasts. If you want to drink, bring the wine jar to our Jiapigou. That's sincerity."

After saying a few jokes, Liu Qingshan agreed, and contacted them during the Chinese New Year. They hadn't seen each other for several months, so they should sit together and chat. The closer the relationship is, the closer they are.

The next morning, Liu Qingshan drove a jeep to the county seat, and as usual, brought some food and drink to the second sister.

Liu Yinfeng has already started the final sprint for the college entrance examination, and there are still two weeks to go, so she didn't even go home when her family moved to a new house.

After coming out of Principal Xu's house, Liu Qingshan drove the jeep into the yard of the winery. When Old Man Li heard the movement, he happily greeted him long ago:

"Come here, brother Qingshan, first visit the winery and give some advice."

"Don't, you still call me Qingshan. Isn't it a bad generation to call me brother? I get goosebumps when I hear it."

Liu Qingshan was chattering, the elder Li was in his forties, and he was at least a generation behind him.

The old man Li patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder: "We have never treated you as a child, so let's take it as a year-end friend."

In this case, Liu Qingshan is of course happy, but he still jokes: "Everyone said that there is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief. What do you mean, Brother Li?"

Hearing this, Da Lao Li's nose turned even redder: "Brother, I'm an honest person, and I can still trick you. It's those boys who hide their misfortune and care about the dollars in your hand."

"Then don't worry about it. Our village is going to open a wild vegetable factory. Maybe we have to import equipment. We can't talk about whether the money is enough."

When Liu Qingshan came, he basically guessed it. Now that foreign exchange is tight, companies need to import advanced equipment if they want to develop. It is unexpected that even his money will be missed.

The two entered the workshop while talking and laughing. The workers, shirtless, were loading the fermented raw materials in the cellar into carts, and then pushing them to another workshop to steam the wine.

"Brother, I heard that there is no shochu in the south now, so you can directly blend it. Do you think our winery can hire a few such masters?"

The old man Li invited Liu Qingshan to come, of course he had something to ask for.

Liu Qingshan frowned upon hearing this. He recalled what happened to the Bishui County winery in the future: a few years later, the winery was contracted privately and began to produce blended liquor. All year round, there was no smoke from the winery.

And these cellars, which have been used for decades, have all been destroyed.

The longer the cellar is used, the richer the various probiotics in it, which can form a special wine aroma. If the cellar is destroyed, the foundation of the winery will be completely destroyed.

Just like the current Bishui Daqu, which was missed by many people later, even a few thousand yuan of baijiu produced in this small county could not buy a bottle.

Destruction is easy, but it is difficult to restore it.

This is true of wineries, and many other things.

"Brother, Brother Qingshan..."

The elder Li called out repeatedly, and this awakened Liu Qingshan who was in contemplation. He pointed to the pit in front of him:

"Brother, these babies can't be destroyed at any time!"

Seeing the seriousness he said, Big Old Li nodded vigorously:

"Don't worry, brother, as long as I am the director of the winery for one day, I will keep this cellar well."

Liu Qingshan is noncommittal. No one can stop the tide of reform in a few years. The privatization of wineries is inevitable.

The big deal, wait until the time to contract the winery.

A few years later, if he doesn't have that strength, he'll be in vain.

After walking a few workshops, and finally came to the wine cellar, Liu Qingshan looked at the large golden glass jars, and he could not help but exclaimed:

"Brother, how much tiger bone medicinal wine did you process?"

"Hey, not much, just a few hundred tons." Old Man Li was also a little embarrassed.

Since the success of the Canton Fair last year, they have helped to raise a lot of medicinal materials. As a result, he and the factory leaders were so excited that they used them all.

All of a sudden, their winery was overwhelmed.

Unlike ordinary liquor, the consumption of medicinal wine is relatively small, so many medicinal wines are backlogged, and the wages of employees cannot be paid.

Seeing that they couldn't eat, the workers would go to the factory manager's house every day to block the door, worrying the old man Li, and the wine lees nose was about to bloom.

This time, I invited Liu Qingshan to come over, mainly for this.

After figuring out the whole story, Liu Qingshan also scratched his head: "Brother, after the Canton Fair, are there any foreign orders?"

Elder Li shook his head vigorously: "If there is an order, can I be so worried?"

Not only him and the other leaders of the winery, but even the county and even above, miscalculated the situation.

I originally thought that the medicinal liquor would be an instant hit, and the supply was in short supply, but it turned out to be a big mistake, which led to the current situation.

In fact, because of the competition between Chinese medicine and Western medicine, many countries in the world do not want to recognize Chinese herbal medicine at all, so there is also resistance to this medicinal wine.

Unless people who really benefit from drinking it will continue to buy, most people will not have the desire to buy.

In this era, there are not a few things like this kind of blind horse.

It is not entirely the fault of enterprises and decision makers, but mainly due to poor information and lack of understanding of the market.

Just like these medicinal wines, hundreds of tons, even if you can sell a batch at this year's Canton Fair, it is probably a drop in the bucket.

Then there is only one way left, Liu Qingshan calculated for a while, and soon came to a calculation:

"Brother Li, let's advertise."

"Is that the kind of commercials on TV?" Director Li has a TV at home, and there are very few commercials on TV, and the whole family can watch them with relish.

People in this era really do not reject watching TV commercials.

"Yes, advertise directly on CCTV!"

Liu Qingshan nodded. He remembered that it was already in the 1990s that liquor was advertised on CCTV.

What impressed me was the sentence: Confucius' house wine makes people homesick.

And the tiger bone wine produced by Bishui County Winery is really good, just like his grandfather Liu Shikui and grandfather Wang, who insisted on a small cup every day, these few months, the body has become more and more tough.

The elder Li was a little excited when he heard it. He usually watched TV every day and felt that the things on the TV seemed to be far away from him.

Could it be that our medicinal wine can also be on TV, can other TV stations agree?

After being excited for a long time, the old man Li remembered an important thing: "Brother Qingshan, if this is an advertisement, they have to ask us for money, right?"

Seeing Liu Qingshan nod, he suddenly turned into a bitter face and spread his hands: "Our winery has no money, so there is only wine left. Why don't we ask people first, can we take credit?"