Su Xinyi stayed in the hospital for three days in a row before finally stabilizing her pregnancy and being discharged.
On the day of discharge, Su Qingwen, Su Xinwan, and Min Yuehua all came to pick him up.
Ye Beiping also invited everyone to a state-run restaurant for a good meal.
During the visit, he also ordered a bottle of Moutai, which made Su Qingwen exclaim that it was too extravagant.
But Su Qingwen was happy. He hadn't been able to bear drinking the Moutai that Ye Beiping had given him when he visited his home last time, and had kept it all this time.
Min Yuehua retorted coldly, "Hmph, pretending to be rich, can't you tell the difference between good and bad wine?"
Ye Beiping did not refute these words, but instead said to Su Qingwen, "Dad, the greatest value of Moutai is not in drinking it, but in collecting it."
First, he called out "Dad," which made Su Qingwen's face light up with joy.
Now that he had accepted Ye Beiping, it was as if he had gained another child. Being treated with filial piety by his own child would definitely make Su Qingwen happy.
However, he became very interested in Moutai, which is a collectible.
"collect?"
Su Qingwen asked in confusion, "Can this liquor be collected?"
The others also looked at Ye Beiping with confusion, hoping to get an answer.
snort!
Only Min Yuehua snorted coldly through her nostrils.
Ye Beiping didn't hold a grudge against Min Yuehua on this happy day. Looking at his parents, he smiled and explained, "China is a socialist country, but it has actually begun to develop capitalism. It's just that our capitalism is preceded by the word 'red'."
Unexpectedly, Min Yuehua, seeing Ye Beiping, a country bumpkin, spouting nonsense and starting to discuss such matters with city people, said disdainfully, "You mean we will all become capitalists in the future?"
This statement is very serious in today's society. If outsiders find out that someone has labeled someone as capitalist, they might immediately call the police.
Su Qingwen did not stop Min Yuehua's mockery upon hearing this, and seemed to be somewhat inclined to side with Min Yuehua, feeling that Ye Beiping's thoughts were somewhat dangerous.
Seeing everyone's solemn expressions, Ye Beiping smiled and explained, "It's not that we will all become capitalists, but rather red capitalism."
"Our capital is not the same as that of other countries."
"Red capital?" Su Qingwen was even more confused. What was red capital?
Ye Beiping nodded with a smile.
"Dad, the red capital is led by China, which organizes funds to gradually open up the market and develop our advantages around the world."
"It can be simply understood as the state taking the lead and guiding a group of people to get rich first, and then these people who got rich first leading others to get rich. This can be called the rich leading the poor to get rich and achieving common prosperity."
"Common prosperity?" Su Qingwen and Su Xinyi were also muttering these four words to each other.
You should know that in their minds, the word "wealthy" means eating meat at every meal and having tens of thousands of yuan in savings.
Min Yuehua stammered, "You mean there are no poor people anymore?"
"That's not entirely true." Although he knew Min Yuehua was picking a fight, Ye Beiping still explained, "Those who are lazy and unwilling to work will remain poor no matter how hard the country tries. It's just that the higher-ups have given everyone a chance, allowing everyone to have the same starting point and goals."
Then, he opened the Moutai, poured a glass for Su Qingwen, and said with a smile, "Just like Moutai, it costs seven or eight yuan today, but how much was it ten years ago? Four or five yuan, right?"
"Moutai is known as the national liquor, so you could say it has no worries about sales because the country is its biggest backer. Maybe many people are just following the trend now. If you drink Moutai, if he drinks Moutai, then I have to buy Moutai."
"But they don't know the true meaning of Moutai."
After hearing so much from Ye Beiping, Su Qingwen and the others became even more interested: "The real meaning?"
To be honest, this was the first time they had ever heard of it. Even Min Yuehua was curious about what the meaning of a bottle of baijiu was.
After pouring the wine, Ye Beiping slowly sat back down and began to explain.
"Moutai liquor actually has a connection with the founding of our country. Once education reaches a higher level and the public discovers its origins and secrets, they will naturally add patriotism to Moutai liquor."
Su Qingwen, being a scholar after all, remembered this after Ye Beiping's reminder: "That's right, I know this. It does have a history and can be called the national liquor. It must have been approved by the higher authorities."
Everyone at the table, except for Ye Beiping and Su Qingwen, was stunned.
What is the connection?
How could they not know?
Of course, Ye Beiping could see their confusion, but he didn't explain much. He just said to Su Qingwen, "Dad, that's why when life gets better, with the added support of patriotism, the sales of Moutai will increase. But the production of liquor is limited, so the price will gradually become more and more expensive, especially the Moutai from the 1950s and 60s. Many people who received Moutai were reluctant to drink it."
"What about Moutai with iron caps and sauce flavor? Maybe it will cost several thousand yuan a bottle in the future."
"Ha." Upon hearing that a bottle of liquor cost several thousand, Min Yuehua sneered, "Ye Beiping, you're already bragging without even drinking it? Several thousand for a bottle of liquor? Do you think everyone's a fool?"
"You say production is limited, but how come it's not enough to meet demand? Why don't they increase production? Are you here to analyze this?"
Min Yuehua has come to understand Ye Beiping's earning power in the past few days; he is indeed remarkable.
But she just couldn't convince herself that she had a rural household registration.
Su Qingwen agreed with Min Yuehua's words, feeling that Min Yuehua's words made sense.
Ye Beiping did not argue about this, but simply said one thing: "The reason why Moutai is called the national liquor is that its quality must be guaranteed, and we must promote this liquor to the world. The future society will become more and more transparent. For a product, it is not enough to just have a big reputation. The most important thing is the quality and the people behind the scenes."
"Take Moutai liquor as an example. Its process is complex. China is a country that has been brewing wine for thousands of years. It has a long history, and our ancestors summarized countless theories to create Moutai liquor today."
"If simply increasing production could solve the problem, as Auntie says, then it would be simple. Opening a winery isn't the hardest part; the hardest part is securing the raw materials and the production process."
"Does Auntie know how much grain is needed to make one bottle of Moutai?"
The repeated calls of "Auntie" made Min Yuehua's face turn ashen.
He calls Su Qingwen "Dad" and her "Auntie," making it seem like they're not husband and wife, but rather like a concubine he keeps by his side.
“This…” Min Yuehua was speechless when asked how much grain was needed to brew wine.
Even Su Qingwen didn't know the answer to this question, and looked at Ye Beiping with some surprise.
Seeing that they couldn't answer, Ye Beiping smiled and said, "A bottle of Moutai liquor might require 3 to 5 jin of grain."
hiss!
Everyone gasped in shock.
Three to five pounds?
This was enough food for their whole family for several days.
Ignoring their surprise, Ye Beiping explained again, "A bottle of Moutai has more than thirty complicated processes, so the production volume you mentioned, Auntie, is based on unlimited production under the premise that everyone has enough food. That's something that China can't do now."
Everyone here experienced that era and knows what hunger feels like.
The current grain production is not enough to feed the entire population of the country.
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