I heard Gu Hongfu say that every year when his father returns to Duanjiabao during the Qingming Festival, he would go to Laoshan behind to stay for a few days.
No one knows his whereabouts except Jia Ping.
Duan Wenjun suddenly felt a little surprised.
This fat dad is so mysterious, which is really strange.
However, who doesn’t have some secrets these days?
He nodded, then turned to look at Zhao Yingguang: "Grandpa Zhao, I will discuss this matter with my father first. I may ask you to help me later!"
"It's my honor to work for the Duan family." Zhao Yingguang smiled and nodded.
Zhao Yingguang began to make calculations in his mind. If the so-called mulberry fish pond was really built in the south, the problem of barren slopes would become a huge hidden danger.
So the Shaodong family must have thought of this when they first proposed planting trees on barren hills.
At this moment, in his eyes, Duan Wenjun seemed not as ridiculous as he imagined.
It seems to be a good thing for his granddaughter to marry him as his concubine.
…
Duan Wenjun didn't know what Zhao Yingguang was thinking. At this moment, he had bid farewell to the Zhao family's grandparents and led everyone back to the Duan family compound.
Seeing that it was getting late, he asked Gu Hongfu to have the kitchen deliver dinner directly to the west courtyard side hall.
He knew that Mo Shoucheng would be hungry again soon.
Five dishes and one soup, quite sumptuous.
There is a large basin next to it, which contains three kilograms of braised beef cut into large pieces. This was specially prepared by the kitchen for Mo Shoucheng.
Duan Daxiong had ordered that unless Mo Shoucheng asked for a change, his dinner would be the same as the night he came.
Three pounds of braised beef, three knives of wine in a jar.
In the past two days, these three kilograms of braised beef are no longer exclusive to Mo Shoucheng.
Duan Wenjun put a piece of beef into his mouth and chewed it. Although it still had a bit of a smell, in this world without much seasoning, it was already very good for the chef to make it like this.
He raised his glass to Mo Shoucheng and drank it down in one gulp.
Mo Shoucheng also raised the wine bag and drank a few sips before picking up a piece of beef and putting it into his mouth.
A few days passed, and Mo Shoucheng stayed by Duan Wenjun's side, but they would not speak more than ten sentences between them.
To be precise, Duan Wenjun probably said a lot, and Mo Shoucheng responded with less than ten sentences in total.
But today Mo Shoucheng took the initiative and asked, "Do you really know how to make wine?"
"I know a little bit." Duan Wenjun smiled.
"Do you really know how to farm?" Mo Shoucheng spoke again.
"I know a little bit." Duan Wenjun smiled again.
Mo Shoucheng raised the wine bag and drank a few more sips, but said nothing.
"When will you teach me Qing Gong?" Duan Wenjun asked.
"My master didn't ask me to teach you." Mo Shoucheng rolled his eyes at him and said.
"Then I won't let you suffer. You teach me Qinggong and I teach you farming?" Duan Wenjun smiled again and said, "There are many skills and many paths!"
"Get out!" Mo Shoucheng rolled his eyes at him again.
"No, I'll teach you how to make wine, and you'll teach me Qinggong?" Duan Wenjun asked again.
"Get out!" Mo Shoucheng still only said one word.
"I know a lot more. As long as you teach me Qinggong, I can teach you other things too." Duan Wenjun persevered.
"Get out!" Mo Shoucheng still said the same thing.
Then, he frowned, stood up directly, carried the wine bag, and carried the pot of beef back to the room.
He was making so much noise while eating, which really made him feel uncomfortable...
Looking at Mo Shoucheng's leaving figure, Duan Wenjun still had a smile on his face.
As long as he remains steadfast for one day, his chance will be one day.
He firmly believed that one day, he would have a way to get Mo Shoucheng to teach him Qing Kung Fu...
Just as Mo Shoucheng left, Duan Daxiong opened the door and walked in.
Behind him was the butler Gu Hongfu.
Gu Hongfu had already told him roughly everything that had happened in the past three days.
Duan Daxiong told Gu Hongfu before going out that if Duan Wenjun wants to tinker with something, let the people in the workshop fully cooperate.
As long as his son is willing to mess around, he will naturally cooperate fully.
However, when Gu Hongfu said that Duan Wenjun wanted to plant flowers and trees on the southern slope and dig the fields into ponds, he still frowned slightly.
Of course, it wasn't that he thought Duan Wenjun was fooling around, but that Gu Hongfu said that the young master's family had some details to discuss with him.
Normally, Duan Wenjun would definitely do whatever he wanted to do, but now he actually thought of consulting with himself...
This made Duan Daxiong feel very pleased.
My son has finally grown up and knows how to weigh the pros and cons.
Therefore, after listening to Gu Hongfu's report, he came over in a hurry.
Thinking that on the way from Wangjiang City to Duanjiabao, Duan Wenjun once asked him if anyone in Duanjiabao was raising silkworms. Combined with the idea of mulberry fish pond mentioned by Gu Hongfu, Duan Daxiong was secretly surprised. Could it be that his son was on the way here? Already have this idea?
The Duan family started by farming, and the Duan family had many businesses before.
A month ago, the Duan family was still the richest man in Wangjiang.
Therefore, Duan Daxiong is naturally a very shrewd businessman.
From Duan Wenjun's idea of mulberry fish pond, he has been keenly aware of the huge business opportunities.
If transformed in this way, the profit will be greater than collecting a few rents from the fields.
However, he was also a little worried.
Because it is not very easy to realize this mulberry fish pond.
For example, the fields in the south have serious water seepage. How can we ensure that the ponds can store water?
For example, there are many fishermen nearby who make a living by fishing in the Fushui River. They are all fresh river fish. So where will these farmers sell the fish in the pond?
For example, will anyone come to collect this kind of mulberry and silkworm raising?
If neither fish nor silk can be sold, these farmers will suffer huge losses, which may even affect their food and clothing problems.
Once farmers don't have enough to eat, they will easily cause trouble.
Although the Duanjiabao fortress is not afraid of them causing trouble, it is not very good after all.
Moreover, these farmers have been farming for the Duan family for almost generations, so I can't cheat them.
However, according to Uncle Gu, it seems that his son will also help farmers sell fish and silk, so he needs to plan carefully.
…
Cuiping removed the bowls and chopsticks from the table, and Duan Xiaoxing brought two new cups of tea.
Duan Daxiong sat opposite Duan Wenjun. "I heard from Uncle Gu, what kind of improvements have you made to the winery these days? It is said that it can brew better spirits?"
"Yes, I asked the masters to try it." Duan Wenjun nodded, "But it shouldn't be a big problem. The strength will be much higher than the current San Dao Liquor of our Duan family."
Duan Daxiong was slightly stunned.
Although he, like Gu Hongfu, doesn't quite believe that Duan Wenjun really has this ability, as long as he wants to mess around, let him do it.
He knows best about his own son.
Drinking is okay, but this wine...
If you have never touched it, how can you understand it?
It's just that it's better for my son to tinker with this kind of thing than to show off in the market all the time.
In particular, he thought of the scene when his son was discussing papermaking with the masters in the paper mill, and a faint hope arose in his heart.
What if after my son woke up from a serious injury last time, it was a blessing in disguise and he suddenly understood?
Thinking of this, Duan Daxiong couldn't help but smile.
This idea of mine seems a bit absurd...
