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  Chapter 280 Tracheitis

   "Brother Qingshan, let's go, let's drink so much today!"

  The eldest brother Li Zaizai wandered out of the restaurant in a daze, his tongue was a little big when he spoke.

   Liu Qingshan was really worried that he would fall headfirst on the curb, so he hurried over to help him.

  Chen Dongfang also snorted coldly, turned and left.

  When the three of them had gone far away, Big Old Li stopped swaying, and his tongue stopped talking: "Brother Qingshan, is that from Jiajiakang Wild Vegetable Factory?"

  Liu Qingshan nodded. He also knew that the big brother Li was capable of pretending to be drunk. He must have been worried about causing any conflicts, so he transferred himself here.

   Then he said with a smile: "Actually, using fists to solve problems is the least level. Although that He Jiakang, I can knock him down with one punch."

  Let’s not talk about him, even Gao Wenxue beat He Jiakang to the ground when he shot with anger.

   "Okay, I know your ability, don't talk about them, even if the little devil sees you, you have to admit it."

  Big Brother Li happily patted Liu Qingshan on the shoulder, and walked to the winery together.

   On the way, Liu Qingshan asked Big Brother Li: "Brother, your winery used to produce fruit wine, right? Is there any retired master? Let me introduce it. You want the best craftsmanship."

   "It produces Guoshan wine and Shandu persimmon wine, but they are only sold in this county, and there is no profit, and then they stopped." Although Da Lao Li drank a lot, he didn't talk too much.

  In Bishui County, they are surrounded by mountains in the north and the Great Plains in the south. Of course they eat mountains, and they also produce fruit wine and beverages.

  For example, the county has put into operation a beverage factory this year, producing bottled beverage "Little Baihua", which the fourth and fifth members of the family like to drink very much.

  Liu Qingshan also thinks it's good, it's not that sweet, but it has a fragrance of birch sap.

   "Brother, you want to make fruit wine, listen to my brother's advice, it's best not to make this, the common people will not recognize it."

  Big Lao Li had a personal lesson in this regard, so he enlightened Liu Qingshan.

  Liu Qingshan smiled: "Isn't it because the wild fruits in the mountains are ripe? Our Jiapigou Cooperative is going to brew some fruit wine and keep it for ourselves."

   "That's it, that's it, I'll introduce the big fruit to you later." Da Lao Li felt relieved now, he set up an earthen workshop and drank it at home, it really didn't cost a lot of money.

  Liu Qingshan blinked: "I don't eat breakfast, what's the big fruit?"

   "Haha, old man Guo, nicknamed Big Fruit, is a master who retired the year before last, and he was in charge of fruit wine before." Da Lao Li explained with a smirk.

  Then he emphasized again: "Don't call this nickname in front of him, even when you are eating, you are not allowed to invite him to eat big fruit, otherwise, you must be impatient!"

  Liu Qingshan thought about it, and suddenly realized, and laughed along with him.

  In their local dialect, the word Guo is also used as a verb, which means sucking. For example, kissing is also called Guoyikou.

  Usually when talking about big fruit, the word "zi" is pronounced "zā", and zā is the same pronunciation as a certain part of a woman.

   In this way, the meaning will naturally be richer.

   Sure enough, Da Lao Li smiled and talked about the black history of Master Guo. It was when Master Guo was young, just married, and went to work in the factory in the morning.

   Workers asked him what he ate, and he said he ate big fruits, and the joke spread.

   Waiting for the two of them to chat and laugh at the winery, Big Lao Li found a small clerk and led Liu Qingshan to Master Guo's house.

  Going to someone’s home, of course it’s not easy to go empty-handed. Liu Qingshan learned that Master Guo smoked, so he bought two cigarettes and four bottles of canned food. It cost more than ten yuan.

  If the gift is light, it will inevitably be underestimated; if it is heavy, it will not work, it will easily scare people.

  Master Guo’s home is only two blocks away from the winery. There are two small brick houses in his house. After entering the hospital, a thin old man in his fifties greeted him.

   "This is Master Guo."

  The little clerk introduced Liu Qingshan, and then said: "Uncle Guo, this is Comrade Liu Qingshan who advised our winery!"

  In this day and age, if you are over fifty, you are really an old man. It is estimated that Master Guo retired early, probably to let the children in the family take over.

  After listening to the introduction, the old man Guo, who was originally a cheerful smile, put it down with a click, put on a straight face, and began to train:

   "It's just you, a young man. You're such a prodigal. It's hundreds of thousands of dollars. You just raised it. Even if it's in vain, you can still hear the noise! ​​Cough cough..."

  He became more and more angry, and finally coughed, his old face turned purple.

  The climate in the Northeast is very cold, so there is an old disease called bronchitis, who coughs up phlegm and wheezes in winter. This kind of person is commonly known as Laoba in the local area.

At this time, an old lady came out of the room, patted the back of Lao Guo's head for a while, took out a small flat box, scooped some medicine noodles, put it on the old man's tongue, and then slowly Come on.

   "Uncle Guo, you have to change your stubborn temper. If it weren't for Comrade Xiao Liu's idea, our wine would still not be able to sell, and your old medical expenses have not been reimbursed."

  The little clerk couldn't help persuading.

  Old Guotou's temper is really stubborn enough: "Even if I die from coughing, it's better than dying from anger. It's worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Could it be that the money from the factory was not spent?"

  At this time, most of the people in the factory really had feelings for the factory.

  The little clerk didn't recruit, so he just shook his hand and left in anger.

  Old Guotou was still yelling at Liu Qingshan: "Take your things and get out, don't tell me to see you again!"

Liu Qingshan was neither in a hurry nor angry, and his face was still cheerful: "Master Guo, did you hear me say this? The money was spent by our winery, but where the money was spent, it fell to you." I have it, or do I have it?"

   "I've been watching that commercial on TV, I was so angry that I almost smashed the TV!"

  Old Guo grumbled angrily, and the wife next to him looked helpless.

   "That's right, the money was given to the TV station, which is also run by our country. The money will not go to the public in the end, and the treasure will not go abroad. Do you think this is the reason?"

  Based on Liu Qingshan's insight, even foreigners can be fooled into one, let alone such old workers with low vision.

  Old Guo thought for a long time there, then nodded: "What you said seems to make sense, go, go into the house, come in if you see it, what else do you want to take?"

  This door is really not easy to enter. Liu Qingshan entered the east room, and the room was tidy.

  Although the furniture is not much, it is very delicate, and there is a 14-inch black and white TV on the cabinet cover. It can be seen that this is a fairly affluent family.

  Put the things he brought on the kang, Liu Qingshan handed Lao Guotou another cigarette, and Mrs. Guo poured him a cup of tea, and then sat down to chat.

  Liu Qingshan didn't beat around the bush, and directly explained his intentions. He also promised that he would get an extra 50 yuan a month as salary.

  Hearing this, Lao Guo's first two eyes lit up immediately: This is equivalent to earning double wages!

   And the work is not tiring, it's just a matter of moving your mouth, and you can do it well.

  Just as I was about to nod in agreement, I heard my wife cough:

   "Xiao Liu, it's not a matter of money or not. Our old Guo's tracheitis is an old problem. It's okay in summer. If it's cold, he will get sick. His body won't allow it."

  Old man Guo guessed that he ate too much fruit, and he didn’t dare to refute his wife’s words, so he could only mutter to himself, “I’m not bronchitis, it’s my wife’s strict control.”

   "What are you talking about, if I hadn't taken care of you all these years, your body wouldn't have collapsed long ago?"

  Old Guotou groaned twice, but did not refute. It seems that he is really well taken care of by his wife.

  Looking at this old couple bickering here, Liu Qingshan thought it was quite interesting. Here, decades of mutual affection and family affection were condensed, or they could be called a wife.

   "Xiao Liu, I told you to make a trip in vain. I will buy some food and have dinner at home in the evening."

  Aunt Guo was busy going to buy vegetables. She took so many presents and couldn't get things done. She also felt a little strange and sorry for this young man.

   "Ma'am, don't be too busy, I have to go back to the village in a while." Liu Qingshan hurriedly stopped him, and he didn't plan to eat here.

   Then he said: "My grandma used to suffer from the old problem of tracheitis, and she suffered a lot in winter, but my grandma is better now, and she doesn't feel sluggish in winter."

   "How did you cure it?" Aunt Guo's eyes lit up when she heard it, and she asked quickly.

   "It's the herbal medicine that my master picked in the mountains. I prepared dozens of pairs and took it for several months before removing the roots." Liu Qingshan was actually telling the truth.

  Aunt Guo grabbed Liu Qingshan's arm excitedly: "Son, then your master..."

   "My master is working as a forest ranger on our mountain."

  Liu Qingshan scratched the back of his head: "Forest guard, don't let us go down the mountain."

   "Let's go, let's go!" Aunt Guo kept saying, as long as the old man can be cured, that's better than anything else.

  Liu Qingshan also felt the deep affection between the husband and mother, the reason is the same as his grandparents, so he said with a smile:

   "Okay, with my leadership, my master will definitely be able to treat Uncle Guo. If it is an outsider, my master will have a strange temper and will definitely ignore it."

   "That's good, that's good, son, you can't leave, auntie go shopping!" Aunt Guo tidied up, then went out, and couldn't stop her.

   Waiting for her to leave, old man Guo nodded Liu Qingshan with his hand: "You boy, you have to get me to get you so you will be willing, right? Tell me, what are your plans?"

  He doesn’t believe it, it’s just the villagers in his own village, it takes so much effort to get some fruit wine to drink.

  If the stuff is brewed by local methods, you can make it with your own jar, so why spend money to hire a professional master like him?

  Liu Qingshan hecked twice, and then took out a small bottle from his pocket, which was the kind of small medicine bottle containing penicillin, about an inch high, and filled with golden yellow liquid.

   Gently open the rubber cover on the top, and immediately a strange aroma is released.

  Old man Guo took a breath, and then he just stood there in a daze, motionless as if he had been immobilized by Monkey Sun.

  It seems that the soul has been sucked away by this most ordinary little bottle.

  (end of this chapter)