Reborn in a small mountain village in 1991

Chapter 90 is suitable for wedding banquets.

"Uncle Liu seems to be an expert at drinking."

"Although this wine is brewed in the village, the master who taught me was a retired state-owned winery."

Xu Chunsheng then recounted what Tang Yongnian had taught him.

"Yeah?"

The two began to savor the food.

"It's smooth and doesn't burn your throat."

"It really tastes good, not too hot, and it doesn't make you feel feverish after drinking it."

The two couldn't help but praise the wine again.

After taking a few more sips, Liu, whom Xu Chunsheng called Uncle Liu, still frowned slightly: "After a few sips, the aftertaste is still lacking, and it's not quite as good as those fine wines."

"Maybe it's just that my skills are lacking."

"But Uncle Liu, you don't need to compare my wine to those ridiculously expensive vintages. Tell me, is my wine considered good among everyday wines?"

Xu Chunsheng took the wine pot from his uncle and poured some more for Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu.

My aunt then brought over a bowl of peanuts:

"Don't just drink alcohol, eat some peanuts. My Chunsheng liquor is perfect for drinking while eating peanuts."

Uncle Liu didn't stand on ceremony and started eating and drinking at the same time.

"Well, Uncle Liu, Aunt Liu, I think you two shouldn't just drink my brewed wine and eat my uncle's peanuts for free."

Seeing that the two were getting a little tipsy, Xu Chunsheng smiled and said some presumptuous things.

The two of them were taken aback when they heard that.

"Chunsheng, what are you saying!"

The uncle glanced at him when he heard this.

My aunt was also very surprised: "How can you talk like that, child!"

"What I mean is, how about we do business together?"

Xu Chunsheng didn't rush to explain why he said that; he simply presented the idea he had just come up with.

"What kind of business?"

"I'll sell this wine to you for your wedding."

"It may be a bit more expensive than regular diluted wine, but it will be much cheaper than good wine on the market."

"In this way, you save money and also save face, letting your relatives and friends know that your wedding banquet is very proper! It's not just ordinary wine."

Xu Chunsheng is indeed trying to promote his wine by taking advantage of the Liu family's wedding celebration, and also sell off his stockpiled wine.

Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu exchanged a glance, thought for a moment, and then nodded.

Uncle Liu then smiled and said to Xu Chunsheng, "Then I'll give you a deposit first, and you can reserve enough wine for twenty or thirty tables for me."

"Okay."

"Thanks for your support, Uncle Liu!"

Xu Chunsheng was overjoyed and quickly expressed his gratitude.

Aunt Liu then turned to Uncle Xu and said, "Master Xu, your nephew really has a head for making big money! He's very clever!"

Xu Chunsheng smiled shyly at the people. He didn't expect that his visit to his uncle's house today would lead to a business deal.

After seeing the couple off, Xu Chunsheng returned to the main room and set up the "wooden horse frame".

Uncle Xu then went to bring out the wood he had just selected to make the table legs, calling out to Xu Chunsheng:

"Erwa, none of them are here today, so let's work together and finish the table this afternoon."

Xu Chunsheng readily agreed.

Uncle Xu put down the wood he was holding and said to Xu Chunsheng:

"You just need to use it to sell wine. Just drape a coarse cloth over it, don't paint it, just brush it with oil, let it dry for seven or eight days, and then you can use it."

Xu Chunsheng quickly agreed, understanding his uncle's good intentions.

Uncle Xu wasn't reluctant to part with the paint, nor was he annoyed by the trouble; it was just that once the wood was painted, it would take at least two months for the smell to dissipate completely.

When selling wine, the biggest taboo is having other flavors that overpower the wine's aroma. If the table is painted and the smell doesn't dissipate, then using it would be counterproductive.

However, if you only apply tung oil and leave it in a well-ventilated place for four or five days, you won't be able to smell the pungent oily smell anymore. After seven or eight days, you can only smell a faint tung oil smell if you get very close.

The planks that Uncle Xu picked out were all dried old fir wood. He picked up the planks, placed them between the two "wooden horse frames", and fixed them at both ends with wooden wedges.

Compared to his father, Uncle Xu is quite talkative.

"Chunsheng, let me tell you, this kind of old cedar wood is not only not easy to deform, but also lightweight, making it perfect for making folding tables."

"But some people don't understand. They just like heavy wood, which is so heavy to move, and that's not so good."

After saying that, Uncle Xu handed Xu Chunsheng a small adze:

"You smooth out the tree knots and hard protrusions on top, and I'll use a plane to shape the table legs first."

Xu Chunsheng took the adze from his uncle and began to trim the knots and bumps on the wood.

As the adze rose and fell, the wood was shaped into a rough form.

The old man next to him placed the plane flat on the wooden stick and pushed it along the wood grain. The sound of "swish-swish" rang out continuously, and the curled wood shavings fell to the ground with a soft rustling.

He repeatedly smoothed and scraped each side, and after smoothing each side, Uncle Xu would pick it up and check if it was smooth. Once he confirmed it was flat, he would put it aside and say to Xu Chunsheng:

"Chunsheng, later use coarse sandpaper to sand all these legs."

"Okay."

Xu Chunsheng picked up a table leg and touched it with his hand. The smooth texture came from his fingertips, and he occasionally felt some small burrs. He picked up coarse sandpaper and smoothed out the burrs on several sides.

After Uncle Xu finished making the table legs, he went to plan the tabletop that Xu Chunsheng had already roughly shaped.

After finishing, Uncle Xu picked up the ink line, stretched it straight, compared it with the ink line, pinched the ink line with one hand, and gracefully flicked the ink mark on the wooden board.

The old carpenter was skilled enough that he didn't need to measure repeatedly; he could clearly mark the outline of the tabletop just by looking at it.

After doing all that, Uncle Xu picked up the adze and roughly removed the excess material, then smoothed it out along the inked line with a plane.

The desktop was initially chosen from two pieces of pine wood of roughly the same width, so it was quickly repaired to be the same size.

"Chunsheng, hand me the chisel."

After Xu Chunsheng handed over the chisel, he watched his uncle make a latch on the table. After it was finished, he latched the two pieces of wood together, making sure that they fit together perfectly. Then he used wooden wedges to firmly wed them from both ends to prevent them from cracking or loosening over time.

After the desktop was sorted out, the two began to work on the most crucial part: the table legs. The most important part of a folding table is the crossed legs; if the dimensions are even slightly off, it will become clunky when used.

Xu Chunsheng held onto the two paired table legs and watched as Uncle Xu found the points on the table legs and carefully marked the middle of the table legs.

After the location was decided, Uncle Xu gave the instructions:

"Chunsheng, make sure you hold them steady and secure them."

Xu Chunsheng nodded, and his grip tightened.

"Uncle, you keep chiseling, I'll hold it steady."

Uncle Xu then took the chisel, aligned it with the mark, and slowly tapped it little by little until he had carved out a clear, round hole. He then removed the wood chips inside the hole.

"You've become much more composed and reliable lately, and your mind is getting sharper and sharper. You might really become a big boss someday!"