Yang Shouwen actually knew the concerns of the Song family and Song Sanlang family.

They do not have mature winemaking technology and rely entirely on buying wine from outside for purification and processing. At first glance, this seems to be fine. However, different wines must be purified and processed separately, which will inevitably increase the cost. At the same time, if they know that they brewed it like this, it will definitely cause huge trouble.

Not to mention anything else, as long as Xingyang and even the Heluo area no longer serve them wine, the Qingping dice will be unsustainable.

Sishuichun is a local specialty in Xingyang, and there are also strong support behind it. They may not say anything, but they will definitely not be supplying the Yang family. By then, if Yang Shouwen wants to continue brewing Qingping, he must buy it from other places.

In this way, the cost will inevitably increase.

And this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that the production process of this distill is not complicated. If someone buys helpers, it will be easily copied. By then, the advantages that Yang Shouwen has will be gone.

There is no patent protection these days.

People want to copy your still, and don't even have to greet you.

Yang Shouwen and Song Sanlang and his son discussed in a low voice while thinking about the solution.

The best way is to build a cellar yourself and be able to brew wine by yourself... Otherwise, it will be a problem sooner or later.

In the past, Yang Shouwen was considering such a small place, so he didn't need to worry too much.

But now, he is in Xingyang and has a boss's plan in his mind, so how can he not act cautiously?

"Actually, Si Niang had thought about making wine by herself."

"oh?"

"But the problem is that we are not familiar with Xingyang and cannot find people at once, so we didn't take action."

"This is indeed troublesome."

Yang Shouwen nodded, pondered for a moment and said, "In this way, let's put aside the helping work first.

Third uncle, you will continue to be familiar with this family, and I will discuss with my father here to see if I can come up with a solution.”

"If so, it's better to be faster."

Song Sanlang did not urge Yang Shouwen anymore because this matter was indeed not something that could be solved in just one or two sentences.

After coming out of the winery, Yang Shouwen's mood became a little depressed.

I originally thought the prospects were bright, but now it seems that there are so many difficulties!

When Yang Shouwen returned home, he felt something was wrong.

Yang Chenglie was in his yard. After seeing him come in, he looked up and down. There was something strange on his face.

"Father, what are you doing?"

Yang Shouwen thought his father's funny attribute was about to attack again. He couldn't help but ask.

"Yizi, you did a good thing."

"What's wrong?"

"I ask you, did you fight with people in Guanshui Pavilion yesterday?"

Yang Shouwen was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "There is such a thing. When I arrived in Xingyang yesterday, I didn't know how to find you, so I went to Guanshui Pavilion to inquire about the news. Unexpectedly... Father, what expression do you have?"

When Yang Chenglie saw that Yang Shouwen admitted it, he did not show any excitement, but instead seemed even more worried.

He grabbed Yang Shouwen's arm and said tremblingly: "Shizi, I know you want to become famous and want to find your young lady. But do you... do you know that after Pan Hua returned yesterday, he was taken to the ancestral hall and beaten to death."

"ah?"

Yang Shouwen was startled and looked at Yang Chenglie in horror.

"No way."

"No?" Yang Chenglie smiled bitterly and said, "When he is in power, he will naturally be indulged by his family. But do you know, how much impact did yesterday have? A literary thief! The Pan family is also a scholarly family, so how can they bear such a thing?

Moreover, this incident also involved the Wuzhong gentry.

He Zhizhang will come to question the crime sooner or later, and the Wuzhong gentry will also come to find trouble for the Pan family. It is not surprising that the Pan family has made such a move. He beat Pan Hua to death first, and whether He Zhizhang came or others to provoke him, they also took the lead."

"But, but they killed people."

Yang Shouwen was still a little confused and couldn't help but speak.

Yang Chenglie smiled bitterly and said, "It's just a literary thief. If you beat him to death, you'll be beaten to death. Who can still seek justice for him?"

Yang Shouwen suddenly woke up.

This is an era where clan power is far greater than government power.

The so-called "people don't sue the people, and officials don't pursue them." What's more, even if a wealthy family like the Pan family beat Pan Hua to death, the government will not be able to manage finances.

It's just that...

"Father, Pan Hua is dead, what do you and me?"

Yang Chenglie said: "Of course it has nothing to do with you and me. You are helping the Zheng family stand up for it this time, so even if the Pan family comes to find your bad luck, the Zheng family will protect you. I am not worried. But Yizi... I remember that you have never read a book."

After Yang Chenglie said this, he stared at Yang Shouwen.

Yang Shouwen understood. Isn’t Yang Chenglie worried that his poems were also stolen?

"Father, are you worried that my poems were also stolen?"

Yang Chenglie did not answer, but his expression was enough to show his thoughts at the moment.

No wonder, Yang Shouwen was so confused for seventeen years, and from awakening to the present, it only took half a year. Do you think he could reach the level of reciting poetry and writing essays in half a year? Yang Chenglie would never believe it. He was afraid that Yang Shouwen's poems would also come from stealing. If this is true, even if he helped the Zheng family this time, the Zheng family would not appreciate it in the end.

Yang Shouwen's mind was turning rapidly.

A moment later, just when Yang Chenglie was about to be unable to help, he sighed and said quietly: "Father, there is something that the child must tell you."

"You won't really be..."

"Dad, don't worry, the child can guarantee that those poems are written by the child."

Yang Shouwen was not afraid of someone coming out to confront him, because he was sure that the few poems he had written so far did not appear in this era. His poems were indeed stolen, but they were stolen from the hands of future people.

Don’t worry about my uncle, it was written by Gao Shi, a frontier poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Gao Shi should have been born in Chang'an for four years, around 704 AD. So, "Don't worry about my uncle", safe!

The three Liuzhi poems written in Guanshui Pavilion yesterday originated from Mengjiao, Bai Juyi and Li She. These three people are not yet born, so it is unlikely that even if someone wants to find the source. As for the Qingping Ding made by Yang Shouwen and Youniang, it was written by Li Bai. Li Bai was born in the first year of Chang'an...

Yang Shouwen was very relieved that his poems would not be seen.

If someone really came over to cause trouble for him, Yang Shouwen wouldn't care. He should know that he had been bedridden on a sickbed for more than ten years in his previous life, but he almost turned the "Tang Poetry Appreciation Dictionary" published by Shanghai Dictionary Publishing House. (To be continued...)

ps: I am tired and don't want to move.

There are two days left, I continue to grit my teeth and persevere, and I am about to go crazy.../(tot)/
Chapter completed!