A Story of a Little Village Girl Getting Rich

Chapter 52 Preparation for Brewing (1)
Xiaocao glanced at him, with his thin skin and tender flesh, if he touched the hot pot casually, he would definitely burn red. It seems that this guy should have never done anything before.If this is done, it will be easy to do even if he loses his memory, but how could he light the fire?According to common sense, I haven't done these things before, and I shouldn't be so familiar with burning fire so quickly.

Xiaosi looked at Xiaocao from the corner of his eyes, and saw that she just glanced at her and didn't care at all, and felt weird, so he didn't often stretch out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables.

Miao Xiaocao is such a careless girl, how could she notice these things, but Miao Da, who is big and thick, is thick and thin. When she found out, she brought another pair of chopsticks to pick up vegetables for Xiaosi.

"Father, he's not a guest, what are you doing?" Xiaocao really didn't understand.

"Xiaosi's hands are hot, it's not easy to pick up vegetables, I'll pick some for him." Miao Da gave Xiaosi another spoonful of soybeans.

"Thank you, uncle. Uncle is the best." Xiaosi's happy and obedient appearance really made Xiaocao feel that this person deserves a beating, quite a beating.

After the meal, Miao Da rubbed Xiao Si with the wine he brewed himself.

"I made a drink to see that there was not much wine in the wine tank. If there is nothing to do in the afternoon, I will mess with the distiller's lees and drink it during the New Year." Miao Da discussed with the little grass girl.

"Why don't I follow you? Will you still make sorghum wine this year?" the grass girl asked.

"There's not much sorghum, so I won't make it. Xiaocao likes to eat sorghum balls, so I'll leave them for her. I'll make some glutinous rice. I'll make less this year. No matter how much I drink, my legs won't get better."

"Have some wine to warm up, your leg pain will be better. Do more." The little grass girl persuaded.

"That's right, Dad, do more, we'll help you this afternoon." Xiaocao also agreed.

Miao Da nodded and hummed, "Okay, you guys help me wash the jar."

As soon as he said it, Xiaocao took Xiaosi to move out several large urns from the firewood shed. Xiaosi fetched water from the well, and Xiaocao washed it.Fortunately, it is the spring water in the well, which is warm in winter and cool in summer.

Miao Da took out the glutinous rice in the granary, which only weighed forty or fifty catties.

"It's about two buckets, I'll measure it later." Miao Da opened the rice bag to have a look.

"It's only two buckets of rice, isn't it too little? Why don't you make some more sorghum? There's so much sorghum at home, how can you eat so much?" Xiaocao said.

"Yes, her father, you are making some high cooking wine, and there are several buckets of sorghum at home."

"I'll see how much wheat koji is left later. If I have enough koji, make more." Miao Da didn't push it anymore. In fact, he was just worried that the food would not be enough this year because there would be an extra junior in the family.

"Xiao Si, go and boil the water." After the tank was washed, Xiaocao helped the seedlings to make a lot of sorghum, which needs to be soaked to make wine.

Xiaosi responded obediently and went to the kitchen.When adding water to the pot, I really don't know how much water will seep out and ask: "How much to boil?"

"Let's have a big pot." Miao Da replied.

Xiaosi added some water to the pot, but it was not enough for a large pot, so he carried the bucket to the well to fetch water.

This is the first time Xiaosi has come to Xiaocao's house to fetch water. Although he is not very skilled, he looks quite similar.

Watching him fetching water, thinking about him lighting fires, Xiaocao felt that if he was the apprentice Gongsun Fu of the ghost doctor Baihu, then it would not be surprising that he would do these things. Let's do this, although Sister Fei said that the ghost doctor Baihu has many disciples and grandchildren in Yunwu Mountain, but it is inevitable to do small things occasionally.

"Father, let's carry the sorghum into the house, wouldn't it be warmer?" Xiaocao suggested.

(End of this chapter)