Chapter 118 People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being fat

Wen Zhen didn't think anything was wrong at first, but Mayor Meng was not a person who liked to eat. If he could put down what he was doing and sit here for an entire afternoon, there must be something important.

"Why don't you let Mayor Meng tell us about it?"

"It's about the ice."

Wen Zhenyi turned and looked at Shen Hanxing.

Shen Hanxing shook his head gently, indicating that he didn't know either.

Wen Zhenyi looked at Mayor Meng and said, "Mr. Mayor, why don't you speak frankly?"

"The county magistrate has already reported this method of making ice to the court, and included your name."

Wen Zhenyi was slightly stunned. The reason why she didn't want to use this to make a profit was that she was too lazy to get involved in the mess. But now, she has to get involved in the mess even if she doesn't want to.

"No possibility of withdrawal?"

Mayor Meng was puzzled: "Why withdraw? This is a blessing that no one else can hope for."

“People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being fat.”

Mayor Meng's mouth twitched, and he didn't know how to answer him.

Mr. Cheng also knew Wen Zhenyi's concerns. Although she did not keep this thing to herself, the interests behind it were huge, and it was inevitable that some people with ulterior motives would make a fuss about it.

"Miss Wen, don't worry. It's a long way from here to the capital."

Wen Zhenyi understood what he meant, that is, some people who wanted to cause trouble had to run to this small border town, which was not a very cost-effective thing.

"In that case, this is the only way."

Shen Xiucai and Shen Hanxing are not stupid people. Their conversation has already explained a lot of things, but the two are not too worried.

The current emperor is a wise ruler, not a petty person.

Wen Chengwen and his wife were a little confused, but seeing that Wen Zhenyi didn't say anything, they didn't express much opinion.

Wen Zhen saw that the formal conversation was over, so he talked about other things: "Master Cheng, I want to ask you for a few jars of fine liquor."

"What's it for?" Mr. Cheng looked at her puzzled.

"Make some food for you to take back later."

"This is available. I'll have someone get it now."

Since business was not the topic, the others started chatting.

Mrs. Meng and Ma Yinghe were chatting about their children. Now that they had put aside their status, they were able to chat quite well.

"Madam Wen, when you have time, please bring your daughter to visit us and ask Yi Yi to teach Cai Die a few sweet soups."

Ma Yinghe understood as soon as she heard it. This was the hope that her daughter would be able to win her husband's heart after getting married.

She always felt that it was tiring for a woman to marry into a wealthy family, and it would be better for her to marry into the countryside and live a free and easy life.

Master Cheng stroked his beard and said, "Miss Wen, what my rascal said is not without reason. Would you like to consider opening a branch in the county town?"

"Master Cheng, I'm too busy right now. I can give you the recipe, but this skill can't be learned immediately."

Master Cheng sighed, "You're right. Whenever Miss Wen wants to expand her business and needs people or money, just tell her. My son will be at your disposal."

"Master Cheng, you're joking. If I send your son on a mission, I'm afraid you'll be heartbroken."

"I don't feel bad for him. I just spoiled him. It would be nice if someone could take care of him."

Before Wen Zhenyi could say anything, Butler Cheng, who had gone to get the wine, had already returned.

"Miss Wen, I've got the wine back for you. Where do you think I'll put it?"

Wen Zhenyi pointed to the kitchen counter and said, "Butler, please put it on the counter for me."

The butler had several jars of wine brought into the kitchen.

Wen Zhen stood up and walked into the kitchen. He opened the seals on several jars of wine. The aroma of wine filled the entire kitchen. "This is really good wine."

Wen Chengwen had bought a lot of jars before. She took one of the jars, put the bayberries she had picked before in a basin, and poured white wine into it to wash them.

Then put a layer of rock sugar and a layer of bayberry in the jar, then pour in white wine to cover the bayberry, and then seal the jar with sealing mud.

There were quite a few people standing in the kitchen. Meng Caidie and Lei Yingying were the two standing in the front. "Miss Wen, what are you doing?"

"This is called bayberry wine. It's very simple to make and you'll be able to learn it once you try." Wen Zhenyi didn't intend to keep it secret and explained the steps to the two of them one by one.

"That doesn't sound difficult."

Wen Zhenyi looked at the many bayberries that were still there and said, "Wash your hands and try it yourself."

"May I?"

"Sure, I'll be watching. If you do something wrong, I'll tell you."

The two girls went to wash their hands excitedly and asked the maids to roll up their sleeves to make it easier for them to do the work.

Mrs. Meng was also carefully memorizing the operation methods. She admired Wen Zhenyi's intelligence very much. She was such a smart girl.

Meng Caidie and Lei Yingying followed Wen Zhenyi's instructions step by step, putting the bayberries washed with white wine, a layer of rock sugar, and a layer of bayberries in a jar.

Then they sealed the jars with mud. Looking at the two jars in front of them, they felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

"Miss Wen, is this enough?" Mr. Cheng was a little confused. Why was good white wine used to soak bayberries?

"It needs to be kept in a cool place for a month. After a month, you can open it and taste it." As he said this, he distributed several jars of wine to Mr. Cheng, Mayor Meng, Lei Jiayang and Scholar Shen.

She also left some for her grandfather. Of course, she couldn't forget her grandfather about the good things.

Seeing that he still had his share of the wine, Master Cheng immediately looked at Butler Cheng and asked, "How much fruit is left in the orchard?"

"There are quite a few more."

"Send it to Miss Wen tomorrow, otherwise it will be wasted on the ground."

Wen Zhenyi's mouth twitched. Do you really think she's being recycled here?

Meng Caidie tugged at her sleeve and said, "Miss Wen, can you have something delivered to you? We may not always be able to buy it every time we come here."

Mr. Cheng also nodded: "That's right, it's almost midnight and people are lining up here."

Wen Zhenyi looked incredulous: "Midnight?"

"That's right. The patrol officers were shocked when they saw it before, but later they got used to it. They used to line up at 12:00 AM. Recently, they've lined up earlier. If this continues, they'll probably line up just after 12:00 AM."

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

"Didn't you notice?"

Wen Zhenyi glanced at Wen Chengwen and his wife, only to see them both shaking their heads at the same time: "When we opened the door, we saw diners queuing up, but we didn't really ask them when they arrived."

Mayor Meng was also helpless: "The yamen runners have chased them away several times before, telling them not to come so early, but they come back again a short while after they've been driven away. This is not good for the town's public security if it continues."

Wen Zhenyi also felt a headache. She was a little tired recently and didn't really pay attention to the situation around her. However, according to what Mayor Meng said, it did have some impact.