C4 Longan Wine

Liao Qiuju was muddle-headed and allowed to do as she pleased. She really wasn't used to getting up so early in the morning.

Just as he finished washing up, a curse came from outside.

"He's already sunning his butt, yet he's still lying on the bed. He's really hardworking. "Yesterday, you all rested for a day. If you don't do your work today, be careful that I don't show any mercy to you all."

Mrs Zhao sighed and replied, "Autumn chrysanthemum is already awake. I will go and cut the pigweed now."

Only then did Liao Qiuju remember that there was still an old woman at home. Her daily job was to keep an eye on other people's work. If she felt the slightest bit of unhappiness, she would scold him.

She was probably the one who suggested marrying Liao Qiuju in her place. This damned old woman had always disliked Liao Qiuju the most.

Liao Qiuju glanced at Mrs Zhao but did not refute her in the end. If she did not do this, it would be Mrs Zhao's fault. She already had a lot of work to begin with, and Liao Qiuju could not bear to add to her burden.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Liao Qiuju picked up the bamboo basket as usual, and the sickle, as well as the pig food, from the mountain.

Up the mountain, Liao Qiuju did not walk to the place where they usually cut pigs and graze, and already saw a lush area of longan.

"This era is really full of gold." Liao Qiuju smiled. Longan was a good item, but there were too many of them here, so not many people picked it.

Pig food grass naturally couldn't be compared with longan grass, but people actually needed pig food to feed the pigs, and longan grass was only a child's snack. Eating too much would easily lead to anger and diarrhea.

Liao Qiuju no longer thought of cutting and feeding the pig grass, dropped the sickle and began to pick longan.

From time to time, children from the same village would pass by and avoid her as if she had an infectious disease. She was also so happy that no one dared to snatch the Dragon Eye from her.

After picking a circle, Liao Qiuju took off all the large dragon eyes, the rest were still unripe, there was no hurry to pick them.

The bamboo basket on his back was also heavy, even heavier than the pig food.

When Liao Qiuju returned home, she immediately started to brew the wine. This longan was the ingredient for the fruit wine, and it had a high medicinal value. Once it was brewed and sold, there should be some knowledgeable people willing to pay for it.

"Ah? Why are you picking so many Dragon Eyes? Didn't I tell you to cut the pig food? " Mrs Zhao asked when she saw the situation.

Liao Qiuju said, "We still have pig food at home, so it doesn't matter if we cut one day less. Mother, what do you think of these dragon eyes? The granules are full and healthy, so it should be able to produce a good wine. "

Mrs Zhao was stunned and asked: "Brewing wine? You didn't pick it to eat? "I've never heard of such a thing."

Liao Qiuju pondered for a moment, then said, "It should be fine, right? "I heard that all the big families in the city like to drink wine. Grape can be used to brew wine, but why can't longan be used to make wine?"

Mrs Zhao frowned and said, "Those grapes are all from the Western Regions. I don't know what they look like. Maybe grapes can make wine, but not the longan. "

"Let's try it out. If it doesn't work, then we'll just waste some effort. We won't waste anything." Liao Qiuju shook Mrs Zhao's hand, according to her memory, began to act like a spoiled child.

Mrs Zhao had always felt that these few days had not been easy for her daughter, so she softened her heart and agreed.

Fortunately, Old Madam Liao, Old Master Liao, and Old Aunt all went to the Zhou Mansion today, so no one disturbed Liao Qiuhua.

Liao Qiuju quickly peeled off the outer shell of the longan, removed the core, and put it in an urn to mash it.

Today, he had gone to the Zhou Mansion as well. Mrs Zhao felt very uncomfortable as she told Liao Qiuju, "It's fine even if you've used up all of your father's wine. Later on, your mother will support you. Let's see if he dares to say a word about you."

Liao Qiuju took it and smiled. "Mom is still the best."

Without yeast, they could only ferment with white wine. Liao Qiuju poured half a jar of white wine, almost drowning the longan and wrapping it with gauze.

Mrs Zhao busily worked for a while before she smiled and said, "Isn't it just liquor inside? Is this also called winemaking?"

Liao Qiuhua blushed and replied, "When the time comes, it will definitely be different. It won't be white wine."

Without the wine making equipment, wouldn't this fruit wine be the same as drinking wine? If she didn't even have a flute, how could he blame her?

Liao Qiuju swore to herself that she would prepare well when this jug of fruit wine was sold. Only high quality wine could attract those who understood alcohol.