Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 715 - 354: Understand or Not the Special Supply_1

Chapter 715: Chapter 354: Understand or Not the Special Supply_1

Upon hearing Old Meng asking about his own wine, Yan Fei’s heart skipped a beat as he quickly looked towards Old He.

Old He chuckled, "Why are you looking at me when Uncle Meng asks if you have wine? If you have something to bring out, then just bring it out!"

Hearing this, Yan Fei felt relieved: "Uncle Meng is asking about my Lingzhi Medicinal Wine here, right? I’ll go get some."

He ran to the adjoining hut and brought out a jar of wine.

This was wine that Yan Fei had prepared earlier to take to Old He. Though he often visited, it was less convenient for Old He to travel. No matter the reason for his visit, one could not let him return empty-handed, so in addition to the wine, he also had other things prepared just in case Old He couldn’t carry everything. Now that they had a car, they could bring everything.

When he opened the wine jar, the aroma wafted out with a slight medicinal scent, and of course, the smell of distiller’s yeast. Grain wines brewed by simple methods usually had this flavor which couldn’t be removed. The medicinal scent was actually because of the sealing of the mouth of the jar; once you drank it, the taste became very mild.

Generally, medicinal wines require strong liquor, and the homemade grain liquor is not weak, being as high as 60-70 degrees at the highest. However, when the wine is poured, it’s not poured in small amounts but mixed together, so it has a strength of over 50 degrees, which is enough.

The color of the poured liquor was dark red and upon pouring it into the wine jug, Yan Fei originally planned to pour a cup for everyone to taste. Old He said: "No need to pour for others, just pour for your Uncle Meng."

Seeing that the others weren’t interested in drinking, Yan Fei put down the wine jug. He watched as the venerable Old Meng held his wine cup, taking a light sip before closing his eyes, an expression of tranquility upon his face.

After a while, Old Meng opened his eyes: "Not bad!"

Yan Fei was speechless. After making such a secretive fuss for so long, Old Meng only had two words of praise? It seemed like this old man only knew how to say "not bad." He had already said it several times in the past few moments; it appeared these two words were always at the tip of his tongue.

On the other hand, Old He was absolutely delighted, speaking like he was advertising: "Now you can’t say I was boasting, right? Good stuff is good stuff, and only those who have tasted it would know!"

Old Meng chuckled: "Really not bad, these Lingzhi mushrooms have been aged for some time; ordinary Lingzhi mushrooms don’t have this taste."

Yan Fei had no idea how old the Lingzhi mushrooms were, only that they were about the size of a millstone and could be seen everywhere. If you paid attention, you would find that they were not only in that valley, but also in other places. It’s just that he didn’t notice them before, and he didn’t even realize they were Lingzhi mushrooms because they were so huge.

Upon hearing Old Meng’s words, he offered an evasive reply: "I don’t know how old they are. I just ran into them when I was roaming around the mountain, catching rabbits and wild chickens."

Upon hearing this, Old Meng gave him a look that could be interpreted as both a smile and a smirk: "I came here to taste the wine. The rest doesn’t concern me. I don’t need to investigate where the eggs come from, what kind of feed the hens were fed, and what the hens look like, do I?"

Fortunately, Yan Fei kept his cool, or else his face would have turned grey with embarrassment at those remarks.

Old Meng was just making a casual remark and was not specifically targeting him. This man seemed to have a habit of being serious, and his jokes failed to evoke laughter. He then asked: "How much of this wine can you produce in a month?"

Yan Fei was not surprised to hear this. From the behavior of Old He and Old Meng, he had guessed they might be here for the wine. After mulling over it for a moment, he did not dare to make any bold claims and countered with a question: "The supply of Lingzhi is unstable, sometimes we have more, sometimes less. Approximately how much do you want?"

Old Meng pondered for a while: "You need first to ensure a steady supply and each time you soak the wine, the Lingzhi should be of this quality. With these conditions met, I can take a couple of jars back to taste for now. I can’t guarantee that we will place an order in the future. Even if we do, you might have to wait a little bit longer. If we do place an order in the future, can you supply fifty jars a month? Can you ensure a steady supply?"

The small black jar was unassuming, but it was indeed a ten catty jar. Fifty jars would be equivalent to 500 catties. The wine is certainly not a problem, it’s just that the source of the Lingzhi is a bit uncertain...

Almost instantly, Yan Fei made up his mind: this deal couldn’t be done, it was not profitable.

The risk was much greater than the reward. He wasn’t afraid of anything, but this deal was not worthwhile. How much could this thing fetch even if it was sold? If he really wanted to make that kind of money, he could chop down a tree from the dinosaur world and make a lot more than this...

"Fifty jars should be no problem, right, Yan Fei? Don’t tell me you can’t supply even fifty jars a month!" Before Yan Fei could speak, Old He started talking, winking at Yan Fei continuously.

Yan Fei was confused. What was so strange about this small business?

"Don’t worry. As long as you can supply, no one will ask where your Lingzhi came from." Old Meng saw Yan Fei hesitating and said. "Moreover, this deal may not necessarily happen. If it does happen, no one will dare to inquire about your little secret."

"What are you hesitating for? Can’t you even guarantee fifty jars? This is a golden opportunity others wouldn’t hesitate to seize. You just happen to have caught Uncle Meng on a rare occasion..." Old He was getting a little impatient seeing Yan Fei’s reluctance.

Seeing Old He in such a state, only then did Yan Fei open his mouth: "I’m just afraid that the remaining Lingzhi on the mountain might not be enough for long. That thing isn’t something I planted myself, if I use some there will be less! Uncle Meng, you can take a look first, if you need a delivery in the future, I’ll try to supply more for a while."

He still had some left to sell here, so it wouldn’t be good to directly say that he didn’t have any. This issue could only be dealt with in the future.

Old He spoke: "Rest assured, Old Meng. The kid has been living in this small place for so long, he doesn’t have much experience. He treats the little good stuff he has produced himself as treasures and holds onto them. You just take a couple of jars back first to see. If you want more in the future, I can vouch for him - supply will be guaranteed."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head towards Yan Fei: "You silly boy! You’re worrying about this little wine business? Are you afraid that someone will find out and rob you? As long as you can supply Uncle Meng, if you’re afraid in the future that others will also discover where you harvest Lingzhi, you can lease the mountain in advance and prevent people from going up. Isn’t that so, Old Meng?"

Old Meng smiled: "Fine, I’ll take two jars back this time."

Only after hearing Old Meng’s agreement did Old He finally relax. He asked Yan Fei: "It’s already noon, and you’re just sitting there doing nothing? Are you planning to make us survive on just drinking wine and tea?"

Only then did Yan Fei remember that he couldn’t let those three people cook for lunch. Though Xu Xiaoyan was a good cook, they couldn’t count on a meal with those two causing trouble. He quickly stood up and said: "Don’t worry, we have everything. Rabbit, fish, chicken are all wild, and there is also the beef I raise myself. I’m not boasting, this is top-quality beef. It can be sold to Hong Kong for several dozen yuan per catty!"

Old He stood up smiling: "Really? In that case I must go and see! Old Meng, are you coming?"

Old Meng waved his hand: "Who goes to someone else’s house for a meal and first inspects the ingredients? Go ahead! This tea is good, I’ll have another cup!"

Old He laughed and went out with Yan Fei. As soon as they arrived in the kitchen, he gave Yan Fei a pat on the shoulder: "You silly boy, are you stupid? Do you realize that if your wine passes Old Meng’s test, it will become a special supply in the future? Special supply, do you understand? Even if people with insufficient stands want to drink, they can’t. Even if the quantity is less, as long as you can guarantee the supply, it will be highly beneficial for your future development..."