inspire-indiana Chapter 178 Wine Limit
Chapter 178 Wine Limit
"We cut so much in one day. I have to go with us to see. Do you want to go?" Li asked Zhou Guo. Her daughters usually have their own things to do.
Zhou Guo shook his head. "I won't go. I plan to reclaim the wasteland next to me. I bought so many vegetables to plant. Aunt Qian's family next door has already planted vegetables. We can't keep eating wild vegetables. The ground will be frozen in winter, and we won't even have wild vegetables to eat."
"Your hands haven't fully healed yet, why do you want to take a knife again? Forget it. Follow mother to move grass." Li disagreed. The blood blisters on her hands yesterday were still in front of her eyes. The shocking scene had not yet faded.
Zhou Guo put out his palm and said, "Look, it's almost healed. It doesn't hurt anymore. This piece of land is not that big. I will chop it slowly. It won't be good to delay any longer. Otherwise, other people's vegetables will be eaten by the time we start to work on our crops."
Seeing her persistence, Li knew she couldn't convince her. She didn't know who she got this personality from, she was as stubborn as a donkey, so she could only say, "Then you should be more careful. If you can't do it, don't do it. It's okay to delay it for a day or two. How about waiting for mother to do it in the evening?"
Zhou Guo said: "How can that be possible? I can't see at night. Besides, I'm already exhausted after a day of work. How can I work at night? You go ahead. I'll take care of it myself."
She hid the two gourds of wine she had prepared for the old man in the house, then went back to get a hoe and a hatchet, went to the wasteland next to her, and looked around.
Only about 60% to 70% of this land has been cleared, and the area next to it is rocky and covered with only some tiny weeds. Not even a tree can grow. Vegetables cannot grow on such land, and she is too lazy to bother with the effort.
Six or seven points is enough for a vegetable garden. She took a hoe and dug in the ground. There was a ding sound every time she dug, and she hit a stone. If she wanted to fertilize such land, it would take some effort. She just didn't know what was inside.
At this time, Zhou Mi came back pulling a cart full of thatch. Li helped unload it and piled it in the yard to dry. She went back to the house with a sickle and followed him. The entire roof of the thatch had to be replaced, as four rooms needed a lot of thatch.
Suddenly Zhou Guo was the only one left.
She put the hoe aside, picked up the hatchet, tied her sleeves tightly, squeezed the handle of the knife, and felt a dull pain in the palm of her hand. It was not very obvious, but it was obviously much better after she sprinkled the medicine. She held the knife and started to chop inside from the roadside. She didn't know if anyone had planted this land before. There were so many thorny bushes that even a chicken couldn't get in.
It is naturally difficult to cut such a dense bush, especially the thorns and branches are long. If you are not careful, they will come out from somewhere and hit you. If you scratch them, your skin will be broken. In a short while, Zhou Guo was scratched three times on the hand and almost got hit in the face.
After all, I have never done this job before and I am not skilled at it.
After being hit twice more, she looked at the less than an inch of land in front of her that had been cut and fell into deep thought. She wondered if she would still be able to keep her hand after she finished cutting the land.
She put down the knife, went back to the house decisively, and took out the cloth she had torn off her clothes to wrap her wound. Her mother had washed it clean, and wrapped her hands tightly, leaving no flesh exposed, so that the thorns could not hurt her.
The two pieces of cloth in the morning were wrapped in newly bought white cotton cloth. She was reluctant to use them for cutting weeds. They were so clean, but they would get dirty in a short time.
After wrapping my hands, I grabbed fewer thorns and the pain in my palms was lessened. I could chop the weeds much faster. I bent over and started chopping from the roots. After chopping, I threw them on the rocky ground nearby and spread them out to dry to make firewood.
He lowered his head and chopped forward two or three inches when the old man came back with a bag on his back and two badgers and a chicken hanging on it.
Zhou Guo looked up at the sky and asked, "Master, why did you come back so early today?"
When the old man came back, he saw her clearing the land with a machete. His originally cheerful face froze for a moment, and he glanced at her hand, "You're holding a machete again. Is your hand okay?"
Seeing the joy in his eyes and eyebrows, Zhou Guo immediately understood, "Master, you came back so early to drink, right?" Without waiting for his answer, he dropped the hatchet, rushed into the house, took out a gourd from the house, handed it to him, and also hid a pot.
The old man's eyes lit up and his nose twitched involuntarily. He couldn't take his eyes off the wine gourd in front of him. He took it and opened the cork. A strong aroma came up. He closed his eyes and said intoxicatedly, "Ah, it smells good, it smells really good."
After saying that, he took a sip while holding the gourd. "Slurp, this wine is good, not strong, mellow and has a strong aftertaste. This pot of wine is not cheap, right?"
Seeing how much he liked it, Zhou Guo waved his hand and said, "It's only one or two taels of silver. It doesn't matter. It's exchanged for the pine mushrooms you picked up. Just drink it and enjoy it."
Old man: "...Yes, I made this wine myself."
After saying that, he held the gourd and gulped down several mouthfuls, as if he had been thirsty for a long time and finally got to drink water.
Zhou Guo was shocked and quickly snatched the gourd from him, "Master, please drink less. Haven't you heard that a little wine can make you happy, but too much can hurt your body? You can't drink this wine like this. I have stipulated that you can only drink two bowls a day from now on."
"Two bowls a day? You might as well not give me any." The old man was dissatisfied and held up four fingers, "Four bowls."
Zhou Guo said: "One bowl."
"Okay, okay, two bowls is just two bowls. You little girl, you need to be controlled even if you drink a little. Why are you so lenient?" He said so, but his tone was softer. The old man was still very relieved.
"I'm doing this for your own good. Drinking too much is not good. If you get sick, I'll have to take care of you." Zhou Guo came into the house holding the gourd. "I'll pour you two bowls of wine at dinner time. Today I'll make an exception and let you drink a few more sips."
Now that he's back, the old man couldn't bear to watch his apprentice working alone. The little guy had to reclaim such a large piece of wasteland by himself. His hands weren't fully healed yet, and his work wasn't good and not efficient at all.
He went back to the house, got a machete and went to cut down the wasteland.
Zhou Guo was flattered. You know, apart from hunting for wild mushrooms and teaching them martial arts, the old master had never done any work, mainly because her mother and uncle wouldn't let him do any work. She thought that for the old man to be so old, it wouldn't be a bad thing for him to move more. Doing farm work was such a pleasant thing.
But he still had to be polite, otherwise he would be scolded. "Master, please don't do it. I can do it alone. Don't dirty your hands or tear your clothes."
The old man paused while mowing the grass, stood up, looked at her and said, "Why do I feel like you are scolding me, don't you?"
Zhou Guo quickly shook his head and waved his hands, "No, no, no, how dare I scold you? It's not like I'm tired of living. Am I such a disrespectful person? I respect you on a daily basis."