The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 54: Fu Yidai

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The cement trial production in Xishan is basically a success, and the new wine of Qi's Winery in Linjiang City will be brewed today.

The hottest topic in Linjiang City these days is Qi’s wine. Look at the teams beating gongs and drums on the street, and the huge banners held high:

Qi's new wine is grandly launched on August 15th!

Step into the fragrant spring and beat the world with fists, so stay tuned!

Drink the most beautiful wine at the lowest price, Qishi is worth it!

Thirty-two degrees valley stream, forty degrees condensation, the same recipe, the same taste, spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you!

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All kinds of advertising slogans are flying all over the sky, and even many lanterns in the streets and alleys have been replaced by Qi's.

Qi Yuanming invested a lot of money to promote the upcoming wine. Although Yu Fuji still sells well every day, Qi has successfully attracted the attention of Linjiang people.

"That's enough. I finally understand Fu Xiaoguan's purpose for doing this kind of advertising, which is to make his products deeply rooted in people's hearts and make everyone think of Yu Fu Ji when they think of drinking." Zhang Pei'er sat in the teahouse and looked at the street The team passing by holding banners said again: "There are still two days, so your winery must not make any mistakes."

"Don't worry, Miss Zhang. I bought 300,000 kilograms of grain, countless eggs, built brand new utensils, and added ten famous masters, but they are here just for this wine."

Qi Yuanming sighed after finishing speaking, and then said: "Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. I think when Yu Fuji new wine was launched, I wanted to talk to Fu Xiaoguan, but he rejected me. We are here Once the two kinds of wine are out, I think he will talk to me. Do you think I will see him or not?"

"Why not? Let me know when you meet. I also want to see how embarrassed he will be."

Zhang Pei'er looked at the busy Yu Fuji across the street with a sneer on her face.

Fu Xiaoguan, your Yu Fu Ji is about to close down. How about... this lady buy it?

I heard that this person is toying with some novel things in Xishan again. It doesn't matter. Just try your best. When the time comes, I will give you a few more hands to draw the firewood from the cauldron. You will definitely be furious, but I just want to see your anger. appearance.

The more she thought about it, the happier she became. The haze about the approval a few days ago was now gone. She was eagerly waiting for the arrival of August 15th. She believed that during this grand Mid-Autumn Festival, those big businessmen, those literati and students, The wine I drink while chanting poems to the moon will be valley streams and condensation.

In this festive day for thousands of families, there are so many people at the door of Yu Fuji, and Fu Xiaoguan is so angry, hehe, this is really interesting.

Qi Yuanming's heart trembled when he saw Zhang Pei'er's brilliant smile. This girl was very beautiful and had great business talent. If he married her, the Qi family would be even more powerful.

Then wait until the new wine is released and ask her what she means.

"This Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Recital happens to be held at Banshan Academy. I have made arrangements at Banshan Academy. Yu Yunqi will compose lyrics after our two wines at the poetry session. In the name of Yu Yunqi, this poem It will be famous, and Fan Duoer will sing it live, so that women, children, old and young in Linjiang City will remember these two kinds of wine."

"Miss Zhang took the trouble."

"It doesn't matter, we are cooperating after all, and cooperation must be done with sincerity, isn't it? I still have something to do, so you should also keep an eye on your winery. Remember, there must be no problems. The proportions must be strictly enforced. ”

"I know, for this new wine, I have invested all my belongings. I can only succeed, never fail!"

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The fields are covered with golden rice.

Fu Xiaoguan, Wang Er and others were walking on the field ridges under the setting sun. There were many farmers in the fields, and their faces showed the simplest joy of harvesting.

Most of these fields were cultivated by the villagers of Wangjia Village, and they still live in Xishan Villa today.

The young master said that after the rice is harvested, Wangjiacun can start building new homes. Of course, the young master will not lie to them, because a lot of bricks, tiles and wood have been piled up on the ruins.

The new house was designed by the young master himself. It is actually a courtyard structure, neatly arranged a little away from Daishan Mountain and quite close to Baishui River.

The young master said that if there is another flash flood in Daishan Mountain, it will not reach this place. During the slack season, if the embankments of the Baishui River are strengthened, there will be no problems in this place.

The young master's ability has spread throughout the world, and now people know that the sand created by the young master's formation in Xishan is called cement - people look at this thing and don't know why, but Feng Xinawa I said this thing is amazing. When I was building a house, I put it on the blue bricks and they were stronger than rice paste. It was really magical!

People looked at Fu Xiaoguan with warm eyes. Where in the world could they find such a young master?

Fu Xiaoguan and Wang Er were sitting on the ridge of the field.

"After the rice is harvested, there won't be much farm work. Organize the villagers. The houses in Wangjia Village are about to be built. Allocate manpower to see how many can be built at the same time. In addition, after the construction here is completed, let them participate in Xishan The wages for the construction of that workshop were fifty cents per day for the craftsmen and twenty cents per day for the laborers - not high. I also increased the wages in the cement workshop. This is what everyone deserves for their hard work. "

The honest old farmer nodded gently.

"You collected the ten rice plants that were born from the dead children specially for me, dried them separately, and kept them separately. I have to go back to Linjiang this Mid-Autumn Festival, and you can give them to me when I come back."

"Don't worry, young master, I promise that not a single drop will be missing."

Fu Xiaoguan nodded and said to Wang Er and Wang Qiang: "This is the new seed. When cultivating seedlings next year, we will also make a separate field and only plant this kind of seed. I will leave this matter to you and your son." ”

Wang Qiang asked curiously: "Master, will the production of these seeds double next year?"

Fu Xiaoguan smiled and said: "You think too much, how can it be so easy? Next year we will continue to look for the lost sons. When the new seeds bloom, they will be pollinated by each other. When they mature again next year, they will be planted the year after. The effect can be seen from the seeds.”

"Oh." Wang Qiang patted his chest and said boldly: "I personally serve the field, and I put my home beside the field."

"Your Xiaomei, don't blame me to death."

"She won't. She knows that it's too late for me to be happy for the young master."

Wang Qiang paused and then added a little shyly: "Xiaomei said that she is here today because of the young master's kindness. After getting married, she will have more children and grow good crops for the young master from generation to generation."

Fu Xiaoguan laughed loudly, "There will be a school in Xishan later. Your children have to go to school!"

Fu Xiaoguan stood up, ignoring the shocked father and son, and suddenly said: "This new seed should have a new name."

The young master's thinking always jumps very quickly, which immediately pulled the father and son out of their excitement.

"Then the young master will give you a name."

Fu Xiaoguan was silent for a moment and said: "Then let's call it...Fu Daiyi!"