Chapter 238 Uncle Zhuang’s Stupid Son

On the bank of Jiahu Lake, there is Zhuangji Winery.

Dad Zhuang brewed another large barrel of wine and came out. Looking at the red and fragrant wine, Dad Zhuang nodded with satisfaction. With this large brewer, the brewing speed was many times faster.

Moreover, the manager Zhuang Buyuan recommended to him was also good. He also helped him recruit a few good workers. He didn't talk much and worked hard. In addition, he recently installed a set of packaging equipment, so the efficiency of the brewery was very high. Much higher.

But the market demand is like a bottomless pit. As much disease-removing wine as is brewed will be sold immediately.

In addition to orders from all over the country, there is also an endless stream of buyers outside the winery. However, the main force of buyers has changed from locals in Xucheng to people from the surrounding areas. They drive hundreds or thousands of kilometers to come to Jia. According to them, the flu has just begun to spread in their area. The hospital has received a small batch of anti-disease wine, but the supply exceeds the demand. Some suppliers have hoarded some goods and sold them at high prices. They have gone crazy.

After Zhuang Dad heard this, he was extremely helpless. As long as there was profit, there would be scalpers. Zhuang Dad had already doubled the amount of wine, and it was impossible to fill the market.

After nearly collapsing from exhaustion, Dad Zhuang changed the amount of wine he made every day to a ration. Unless there were special circumstances, he would never force himself again.

After all, making wine alone is just a drop in the bucket.

Today was the last tank of wine today. Dad Zhuang poured the wine out, handed it to the workers to pack, and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Outside the door, there was a busy scene.

The queue of people has become a long queue, with four policemen standing next to it, and four traffic policemen in the distance helping to divert traffic.

Crowds of people, vehicles, and small vendors, in a trance, Dad Zhuang seemed to see the grand scene of "going to the market" in his youth.

Dad Zhuang's winery has become Jiahu's key project and protection target. Even Zhou Lei runs to Dad Zhuang three times a day, as if he doesn't feel at ease without taking another look.

In the past, people in the whole state only knew about Xucheng and several developed areas in Xucheng, but not many people knew about Jiahu.

But since Dad Zhuang appeared, Jiahu's popularity began to explode in major media. Jiahu even considered letting Dad Zhuang be Jiahu's image ambassador.

Father Zhuang is still as simple as ever. He comes outside and helps sell wine. While selling, he also chats with people who come to buy wine.

"You came from Rongchuan. Alas, it's quite close to my hometown. It takes seven or eight hours to drive here to buy alcohol. I think you are only in your early twenties, and you are so capable at such a young age. It’s not like that stupid son of mine who idles around all day and does nothing..."

"You are from Hongxiang. It's a wonderful place with outstanding people. I've always wanted to see it. Unfortunately, I have a stupid son at home. He can't take care of himself. I can't leave."

"Oh, you are from Pu County. We are fellow villagers. Did the little girl come here by herself? Are you working in Xucheng? Alas, it is not easy for the little girl to stand alone, unlike my stupid family. My son, I can’t even survive in Xucheng. By the way, when you go out and need help, come to Uncle Zhuang. You’re welcome. We are all fellow countrymen. Although my stupid son is a bit stupid, he looks pretty good. …”

So, everyone who came to buy wine knew that Uncle Zhuang had a stupid son in his family!

After helping for a while, Dad Zhuang went to the brewery again, took out a few bottles of water, and gave them to Li Wuxing and several policemen who were maintaining order next to him, and said: "Come on, come on, drink some water and take a rest. Every time I see you He works so seriously, is so responsible, and is so energetic at a young age. I can’t help but think of my stupid son. If you ask him to do any work, you will be so angry that you will be angry..."

Li Wuxing suppressed his laughter. He had been with Dad Zhuang for many days. Dad Zhuang's ways of scolding his son were getting new every day. If he didn't complain about his stupid son every day, he would definitely feel uncomfortable all over his body.

Now everyone knows that Dad Zhuang has three hobbies: making wine, selling wine and complaining.

And the target of his complaints was none other than his stupid son.

Li Wuxing was on duty here all day long, but he saw Zhuang Buyuan only a handful of times. He was always curious and wanted to see with his own eyes who the stupid son of Uncle Zhuang's family was.

"Whenever you get off work, come and sit here with Uncle Zhuang. I'll call my stupid son here. You can give him lessons and let him learn from outstanding young people how to behave and how to do things..."

Dad Zhuang ran to the traffic police again, handed them a few bottles of water, chatted for a while, turned back to the manor with his hands behind his back, and saw Zhuang Buyuan sitting on a dog-drawn carriage, quietly walking He emerged from the footpath behind the farmyard, trying to sneak away without anyone noticing.

"Hey! You brat, what are you doing!"

"Dad..." Being caught by his father, Zhuang Buyuan couldn't help but sigh. He honestly asked Dabao to stop the car and said, "I'm going to attend a class reunion..."

"I'm just idle, eating and drinking, and don't know how to do anything serious." Zhuang's father scolded Zhuang Buyuan, and then looked at the big ladle who was sitting in front of the carriage driving the carriage, and the tall crab who was taking care of the dogs. , "You're just idle, and you have to find two good people to follow you every time... Forget it, you came just in time, I'm so manpower-strapped that I can't leave, so you can go and deliver the goods to me!"

"Delivery?" Zhuang Buyuan pointed to his nose with an incredulous look on his face: You want me, the big owner of the store, to deliver the goods? Even Jia Yelian turned pale with fear when he saw me, okay?

"Yes, you know these two people, Factory Director Hu and Coach Chu from Niushan Town. They ordered a batch of goods for their factory and school respectively. You can send them to me on the way." Dad Zhuang handed the two boxes to me. Zhuang Buyuan said, "Have a good attitude and run your own errands instead of instructing others to do work all day long! By the way, go to the class reunion and bring some good wine..."

With that said, Zhuang's father carried a lot of wine to Zhuang not far away, ran to the front again, and ruthlessly stroked the heads of some idiots before patting the carriage driveway: "Go ahead, stupid son!"

Zhuang Buyuan was speechless. How could I be so stupid? I will be angry if you keep blaming me like this all day long!

The dog pulled the carriage and ran like crazy, which immediately attracted the attention of the traffic policeman nearby. When he saw that the carriage was running wildly, and it was pulled by a group of fierce-looking dogs, a traffic policeman quickly stepped forward to stop him without saying anything. , a traffic policeman next to him spoke first: "Be safe on the road, don't go too fast." Then he pulled him hard.

"What's wrong? Won't you stop the dog-drawn carriage? It's going to be rush hour soon. And the dog looks very fierce..."

"If I'm not mistaken, this is Uncle Zhuang's stupid son..." The traffic policeman next to him raised his hand, "Are you still going to fine him? And it's a carriage. How can you issue a ticket to Lao? Uncle Zhuang, just to save face, turn a blind eye and pretend you didn’t see it..."

As he spoke, the traffic policeman lowered his voice and said in the channel: "Attention at each intersection, the stupid son of Uncle Zhuang's family has appeared, sitting in a dog-drawn carriage..."

"receive……"

So, the stupid son of Uncle Zhuang's family rode in a dog-drawn carriage, swaggering through the market, delivering goods...