'Count them, how many ants are there?' Han Songlin looked at the ants with his eyes, which were a kind of ant with a slight golden yellow colouration, commonly known as a house ant. They are relatively small and usually nest in areas of human activity.
They are a kind of ant that lives in symbiosis with humans.
There are especially many of them in the countryside, and anyway, the rice that falls on the ground, or other things, these ants are responsible for disposing of.
It's good that they clean up after us in time.
At least it won't get mouldy or anything.
Apart from house ants, there are also house snakes, geckos, and so on.
As for geckos, basically every household in the countryside has them, and people don't bother with them after seeing them.
Because geckos eat mosquitoes!
Is this not an ecosystem formed within the residence, with ants disposing of rubbish, snakes dealing with mice, and geckos taking care of mosquitoes.
And humans occupy the central position.
'One hundred and sixty-five!' Han Ze replied loudly.
This answer took Han Songlin a little by surprise, and he asked doubtfully, 'You counted them?'
'I guessed!'
Whether the number was correct or not was unimportant; the important thing was that I had given a number.
Tapping his forehead lightly, Han Songlin remembered something. When he was in primary school, he hadn't finished his summer homework, so he did something.
He wrote 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 in the answer spaces in the summer homework book!
I didn't do it seriously, but I wrote the answers!
Han Songlin felt that he needed to educate Han Ze a little: 'You're not doing it right. If you don't count, how can you talk nonsense?'
Han Ze just sat on the ground. He still couldn't count.
Han Ting, on the other hand, was counting enthusiastically: 'Dad, the ants are moving around, I can't count them all.'
He was actually counting the ants!
Han Songlin thought for a moment and wiped the line of ants.
The entire orderly formation instantly became chaotic.
Han Ting could count, up to a thousand, which was quite good.
Usually, when Liu Yuyan was free, she would teach Han Ting.
Children can come up with anything, so when Han Songlin showed off such a trick, it immediately diverted everyone's attention.
After a short period of chaos, the ant team reconnected the route.
Everything seemed to be back to normal.
Han Ting reached out her small hand, hesitated for a while, and didn't want to get her hands dirty.
Her mother said that girls should be clean and not dirty.
But her strong curiosity made her want to try.
Seeing that the ants were in disarray again, Han Ting couldn't help but wonder why the ants couldn't be found at once.
It's always a good habit to ask questions when you don't understand, especially for children.
You must cultivate the habit of asking questions in him, otherwise, even a smart child will become mediocre if they don't ask questions.
No one can possibly say that they can understand all the problems in the world just by thinking on their own, not even a sage.
Asking questions is therefore the fastest way to learn.
'This is because ants leave behind a scent that they can smell when walking, and wiping it away with your fingers destroys the scent, so they can't find their way.' Han Songlin didn't talk about the ant's pheromones and the like, but kept it simple.
After playing around for a while, Han Songlin took Han Ting to have a look inside the workshop.
Everything was new to Han Ting, and she carefully stood by the edge of the pit and looked down.
She held onto Han Songlin's hand tightly.
Han Songlin was also afraid that Han Ting would fall, as the pit was quite deep and she would definitely get hurt if she fell in.
When Han Songlin picked Han Ting up, she whispered in his ear, 'Daddy, it's so dirty, will there be footprints in the shit?'
As she said this, Han Ting's eyes shone as she looked at the person who was refining the rice husks on the wine steamer.
When the rice husks are stacked, someone will go up and step on them to make them more solid.
Since they have to step on them, they must not wear shoes.
That's why Han Songlin didn't want to say anything.
When he saw it for the first time, he couldn't quite accept it either.
But if you want to talk about hygiene, the brewing conditions in the winery are better than in many food factories in China.
After brewing every day, the brewery will clean and rinse the workshop.
Moreover, alcohol also has a disinfectant effect, so there is nothing to worry about.
Han Songlin scratched Han Ting's little face and laughed, 'She washed her feet!'
Anyway, did she wash them or not?
In the brewery, basically everyone wears flip-flops or the like when they are producing.
Even in winter, it is no exception.
Han Ting said she understood: 'My younger sister just likes to eat her toes!'
Han Songlin's mouth twitched a little, and he said, 'You like them too!'
'I don't!' Han Ting retorted, resolutely denying it; ever since the time she wore a pair of shoes that didn't breathe very well and then came home after a day of running around like crazy, her feet smelled, and she never ate them again.
Seeing Han Ting's serious little face, Han Songlin couldn't help but laugh out loud.
'Fine, I don't like them!'
'Humph!'
Production-wise, there is indeed nothing for Han Songlin to worry about; there are workshop directors and team leaders to oversee things, and as long as the standardised production process is followed, everything will be fine.
Now that Fule Wine has established a complete set of standardised production processes, the quality of the wine is well assured.
Han Songlin also went to have a look at the newly built wine tanks.
There is nothing to say about the construction of the wine tanks, it is mainly about the foundation.
Now that the foundation has been completed, the tanks are being welded.
Han Songlin asked Han Ting to wait for him outside the work area, as there were many tools and wires here.
He looked at one of the completed tanks. The tank body was complete, and only some of the ancillary pipes needed to be welded.
There would be a bridge above the tank, so that the tanks could be connected to each other.
There would also be firefighting pipes and water pipes on the tanks.
In short, there would be a lot of pipes on one tank.
As for the inlet and outlet of the wine tank, there will be no inlet on the top of the tank.
Pumping wine in from the top of the tank with a wine pump has been banned in many wineries because it is unsafe.
Feeling the welded joints on the wine tank, the welding master's skills are quite good, and the weld lines are all fish scale welds.
It feels like the money was not spent in vain.
Han Songlin looked at the fire protection pipes again. Many of the pipes are buried underground, so they cannot be seen.
As for whether the pipes will rust if they are buried underground?
Don't worry about that. Basically, all the pipes in the winery are made of stainless steel.
Especially the pipes on the side of the wine tanks, they must all be made of stainless steel.
After a brief look, Han Songlin took Han Ting away.
During lunch, they also talked about work over the dinner table.
There are no major problems at Fule Wines at the moment.
After all, the sales channels are all running quite well.
Fule Wine Industry can be said to be focused on its role as a manufacturer.
If you want to make good wine, then the winery naturally has to focus on winemaking.
As for technological innovation, Fule Wine Industry cannot invest a lot of money every year, but there is still some investment.
In fact, Han Songlin cannot increase investment, because that is all the money they have.
'Come, let's drink tea instead of wine, cheers! I wish Fule Wine Industry a better year.'
Since he had to go to work in the afternoon, there was naturally no drinking or anything.
'This year, our winery will definitely be booming.'
'Cheers!'