"Hehe, okay!"
Old Jiang and Old Cao acknowledged and left.
Time flew by, and before nightfall, Sun Jian's small workshop had already produced the first batch of "Forget-Worry Valley" products.
The moment the wine was poured, its aroma filled the air and lingered throughout the Sun residence for a long time.
Everyone was captivated by the aroma; the strong, rich fragrance stimulated their brains.
They couldn't believe that they would see and smell such fine wine in their lifetime; it was as if heavenly nectar had fallen to earth.
Most importantly, they're the ones who brewed this stuff...
If it weren't for Lao Cao and Lao Jiang's strong efforts to stop everyone, this batch of wine would probably have been drunk up by everyone before it even reached the shop.
"Anyone who dares to steal a sip of this 'Valley of Forgetfulness' will have their hands and tongue chopped off!"
Old Cao shouted angrily, and everyone suppressed their impulses and behaved themselves.
"I also love to drink. Now that our workshop has produced such a fine wine, I'm tempted, but I have to resist!"
"Damn it! When can't we drink? It's not like there won't be any more wine. If we do our job well, do you think Mr. Sun Jian will let you down?" Old Cao continued to scold the group.
Everyone swallowed hard and nodded in agreement, acknowledging that Old Cao's words made sense.
After Lao Cao said that...
At this moment, Chu Qingcheng, Gu Zijian, and Zhou Wan'er stood there, looking at each other, all somewhat embarrassed.
They had been helping out in the workshop in the backyard, and their original plan was to be able to taste the first batch of Forget-Worry Valley products as soon as they finished helping out.
After Lao Cao said that, they all felt a little embarrassed.
Old Jiang was better at reading people than Old Cao, and he noticed the unusual behavior of the three ladies in time.
He quickly nudged Old Cao and stepped forward with a forced smile, saying, "Ladies, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Old Cao just didn't want the villagers to share the Forget-Worry Valley. Your wine has already been prepared. Here it is."
After saying that, Old Cao took out three exquisite gourds from the cabinet next to him, which contained three catties of Forget-Worry Valley that he had prepared in advance.
Old Jiang quickly handed the three bottles of wine to Chu Qingcheng and the other two women.
Old Cao instantly realized he had misspoke and quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, ladies, look at my head..."
"I...I was just scolding them. They don't know their limits when they drink. I was worried they'd waste the wine..."
Chu Qingcheng was immediately embarrassed. She exchanged a glance with the other two women and said to Lao Cao and Lao Jiang, "This...this isn't appropriate, is it?"
“Yes! It would be wrong for us to try it before everyone else has. Why don’t we wait for the next batch?” Zhou Wan’er said, and then put the bottle of Forget-Worry Valley back into Old Jiang’s hand.
Seeing Zhou Wan'er make such a move, Chu Qingcheng and Gu Zijian tactfully stuffed the wine back into her hands.
"this……"
Old Jiang was at a loss for words, so he could only roll his eyes at Old Cao and curse him inwardly for being all brawn and no brains and not even noticing that the three ladies were standing there.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward, and everyone in the room unconsciously lowered their heads.
"Alright everyone, stop standing there and get to work! Old Jiang and Old Cao, hurry up and take this batch of Forget-Worry Valley to the shop to sell. We'll wait for the next batch to come out and then try some..."
Chu Qingcheng, as expected of a lady from a prominent family, broke the awkward situation with just one sentence.
After saying that, without waiting for Lao Cao and Lao Jiang to say anything, she directly took Gu Zijian and Zhou Wan'er's hands and left the backyard workshop.
After the three ladies left, the awkward atmosphere dissipated, and everyone busied themselves with their tasks.
Only Lao Jiang and Lao Cao stood there dumbfounded.
"Old Cao, what are you standing there for? This batch of wine will yield about 110 jin. Take the extra ten bottles to the backyard."
Old Jiang said irritably.
"Huh? I'll deliver it?"
Old Cao looked embarrassed, after all, he had just spoiled the mood, and he felt awkward about going again.
"Are you suggesting we let Gou Sheng do it?"
"Hurry up, I'm going to deliver the goods."
Old Jiang rolled his eyes at Old Cao, then, without lingering, pulled the cart full of 100 jin of Forget-Worry Valley and left the courtyard through the side gate.
Old Jiang drove the horse-drawn carriage to the shop.
The aroma of wine filled the air, attracting passersby to turn their heads frequently.
Although the more than 100 kilograms of fine wine were all served in purple gourds, their aroma was still irresistible.
Many people pointed and commented on the rich aroma of wine emanating from the carriage, and quite a few even stopped the carriage to ask about the price, constantly trying to curry favor with Old Jiang's carriage.
Old Jiang completely ignored the group of people, only told them the location of the shop, and then drove straight to the shop at full speed.
By the time Lao Jiang arrived at the shop and finished unloading the wine from the back room, a long line of people had already formed at the front door to buy the wine.
Most of the people in this group were attracted by the aroma of the wine.
Of course, a significant portion of them are regular customers.
Some people became fans after watching the spectacle, some were attracted by the strong aroma, and some had bought fine salt at the store earlier and thought they could buy more fine salt that night.
In short, not long after Wangyou Valley was put on the shelves, everyone rushed to it and asked about the price.
Old Jiang wasn't in a hurry to mention the price, after all, ten taels of silver was no small sum.
He spoke slowly and deliberately, explaining the name of the wine and the complicated process of its production, while taking out a sample bottle of Forget-Worry Valley and pouring four or five small glasses of the wine at the counter.
Let everyone try it.
To Lao Jiang's surprise, the group of people's expressions changed drastically after they had only tried a few sips.
Old Jiang thought there was something wrong with the wine, and he was about to explain when, in the next second, a twenty-tael silver ingot was slammed onto the table.
"This wine is amazing! Damn! It's like nectar, a rare find! How much? I want to buy it!"
"I want to buy it too! Sell it to me, sell it to me!"
"I'll take out a hundred taels of silver, and I'll buy all the wine here!!"
...
Seeing this scene...
Old Jiang was completely stunned!
I thought selling Forget-Worry Valley might be difficult at first, but it went so smoothly.
The area in front of the shop was instantly bustling with noise as everyone scrambled to grab the items.
The moment the Forget-Worry Valley high-proof liquor hit the shelves, it was snapped up by all the customers.
Of course, those who can afford to buy the Valley of Forgetfulness are all high-ranking officials or wealthy people.
At worst, they would have their servants or retainers come to run errands.
A bottle cost 10 taels of silver and sold out in the blink of an eye, bringing in more than 1,000 taels of silver.
The scariest thing is that no one is absolutely expensive; on the contrary, you are definitely the one who got a good deal!
Samples are made as soon as the door opens.
Such speed is astonishing.
Many people queued for half a day but still couldn't buy any, and had to pay again from those who had already purchased them.
The aroma was so enticing that it made even the most avid drinkers drool.
Most of the people who had already bought the alcohol were drinking it while walking, which attracted a lot of inquiries.
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