Hard work

Chapter 135 Drunken

Zang Lang took the bowl, sniffed it carefully, and then slowly poured it into his mouth.

Lan Hua'er looked at him and couldn't help but want to complain about him:

"This stuff is not poisonous, so you don't need to be so careful. It's just for you to taste it."

Zang Lang finished the bowl of wine, licked the side of the bowl in a very useless manner, and then put the bowl down.Seeing what he meant, Lan Hua'er managed to hold back, and didn't shamefully pick up the whole bowl and refill it all over again.

With his reaction, Lan Hua'er smiled and didn't even need to ask him if the bowl of wine was good or not.

If it didn't taste good, Zang Lang wouldn't make such a behavior of licking the bowl.

Lan Hua'er is very familiar with this person's habits. He usually eats a meal and drinks porridge, and he will eat everything in the bowl.

But if the taste of the meal is not very good, he will just eat the bowl clean, and he will not do such behaviors as licking the bowl.But if he finds it delicious, he can't help but lick the bowl.I don't lick a lot, and I try to restrain myself.Whenever this time, Lan Hua'er felt that he was really like a pup.

Zang Lang didn't return the bowl after he finished drinking the rice wine. He held the bowl and watched Lan Huaer continue to steam the wine, as if he was waiting to continue drinking.

The process of steaming wine is actually very boring, and it must be kept burning, which is hot and stuffy.

Lan Hua'er burned firewood by herself for a while, and she became a little impatient.Even if she is willing to do this water grinding kung fu, it is very uncomfortable to keep drying in front of the stove.I don't think it's too hot in winter, but it's very dry.

The smell of wine was all in front of him, and it smelled like fermentation.

After burning for a while, she felt that her whole face was scorching hot, so she couldn't help but put the firewood in Zang Lang's hand, and then ran out of the kitchen.

When the cold wind blew outside, she finally felt able to catch her breath.

Only then did she realize that steaming wine looks simple, but in fact it is not so easy to do.Just the effort of warming up to the fire is exhausting.She used to wonder if she could make some wine and sell it in the village.

Looking at it now, it can be made, but I'm afraid it won't be able to make much in a short time, so I can only make a small batch on a small scale, drink some for myself, and sell some.

Even Zang Lang couldn't bear to be smoked by the smell of wine in the kitchen for a long time.

The two could only take turns going inside to burn firewood.During this period, Lanhuaer couldn't even cook rice.As soon as she entered, she felt dizzy and tight, as if she was drunk.

In the end, in desperation, he could only carry some wine and vegetables and fled to Mrs. Lin's house next door, greeted Aru, borrowed their stove to cook some food, and brought it back to Zang Lang.

Because it failed in the first fermentation, Lan Huaer didn't dare to do too much in the second time.

But it was just such a small amount of glutinous rice that they steamed for a whole day, and the glutinous rice in there was steamed into distiller's grains.Some people like to mix the distiller's grains into the wine after the rice wine is steamed, so as to make the wine taste more fragrant.Lan Hua'er thought about it, but still didn't do all of that.She herself prefers sake.

She mixed it with a bit of turbidity and gave Zang Lang a taste. Zang Lang naturally likes to mix it with distiller's grains.

Lan Hua'er doesn't drink much herself, no matter what life she was in.She couldn't tell how strong the steamed rice wine was, but she only knew it was stronger than the Shaodaozi wine bought by buyers during the Chinese New Year.

Strong, but more mellow.

The Shaodaozi wine from Gaihua Buyer even stings the throat, but this steamed glutinous rice wine tastes very moist, fragrant and sweet.

Zang Lang said beside him after finishing his drink, "It doesn't look like drinking."

After finishing speaking, he spooned another big bowl and drank it down, Lan Hua'er couldn't stop him.I don't know if it's because he drank some wine, Lan Hua'er was so self-willed that he couldn't laugh or cry, and tried not to let him drink, but in the end he couldn't compete with him.

In the evening, there was a drunk man in Zhao's house, sitting on the threshold beside the kitchen, looking at Lan Hua'er pitifully, and said:
"Little lady, I have a headache."

Lan Huaer ignored him.

Zang Lang said again:

"Little lady... dizzy..."

Lan Hua'er glanced at him, and gave him a small wooden barrel:

"If you want to vomit, just spit it into the bucket. If you dare to vomit all over the floor, get up and clean it up tomorrow."

Zang Lang said "Oh", and leaned against the wall next to him pitifully, hugging the wooden barrel tightly. After a while, he said loudly:

"Little lady, I feel bad."

Lan Hua'er responded patiently and said:
"Well, I know you're having a hard time. Take a break. Also, you said it just now, so you don't need to say it again."

Zang Lang "hmm" for a moment, waited for a while, and then said: "Little lady, I feel uncomfortable... dizzy..."

Lan Hua'er felt that the expression on her face was probably "...".She had known for a long time that she could not reason with drunk people, and also knew that these drunk people loved to think about things the most. She didn't know what she said at all, and she repeated the same sentence back and forth.

Fortunately, when Zang Lang was drunk, she directly moved the wine barrel away. Otherwise, I don't know how long Zang Lang will drink, maybe he will have the ability to drink half of the barrel. drink it up.

If you drink all of it, it will hurt your stomach and your body if you spit it out.

She didn't want to care about Zang Lang at first, but seeing him lying on the wall and looking pitiful, she poured some cold honey water for Zang Lang and asked him to drink it.

Zang Lang was still tugging on her sleeve and said:
"I don't want water, I want wine."

"Yeah, drink," Lan Hua'er nodded, coaxing him and stuffing the bowl of honey water into his hands, "Here's the wine, can you drink it yourself?"

Now he became docile again, nodded, and really took the honey water, and drank it up as soon as he raised his head.After finishing drinking, he put down the bowl again, picked up the wooden barrel again, leaned against the side again, and said, "I still want to drink."

Lan Hua'er didn't want to think about what expression she had now.

She couldn't just throw Zang Lang in front of the stove like this, she could only wait for him to sit for a while, seeing that he didn't look like he was going to vomit, then she wet the face towel and went to help him wipe his face, and then Push him and let him go back to the kang to sleep.

As soon as Zang Lang stretched out his hand, he grabbed Lan Hua'er's hand, and pulled back, almost pulling Lan Hua'er directly onto him.

Lan Hua'er was startled, stopped quickly, looked back at him, and asked:
"What's wrong with you?"

Zang Lang stared blankly at her for a long time, and then said with a smile, "Young lady is so pretty."

He had never said such compliments in such a molesting tone before, when Lan Hua'er suddenly heard him say this, she was stunned for a while, and then her face turned red, and she couldn't help but gently kicked him:
"What are you talking about drunk, hurry up and lie down on the kang. It's not too uncomfortable to sit on."

Lan Hua'er pulled her hand back as she spoke.But Zang Lang didn't grab her sleeve this time, but directly held her hand, and she couldn't get it out after struggling several times.Zang Lang was so strong that he grabbed her wrist, and she twisted it, but he still couldn't get it out.

She wanted to drag Zang Lang up directly, but her strength was too weak. Zang Lang was already heavy, and after drinking the wine, his body became even heavier.Where can she drag it, she can only look at such a rambunctious guy with a speechless face:

"It's getting better. How can you be such a rambunctious guy, like a kid."

Zang Lang's palms were full of calluses, which made Lan Hua'er's hands itchy, but it didn't feel bad.He used to always say that he was afraid that the calluses in his palms would make Lan Hua uncomfortable, and it was rare for the two of them to touch each other like this on weekdays.Now that Zang Lang grabbed it like this, Lan Hua'er felt that the callus on the palm of this person was actually quite comfortable to the touch.

A thick layer and very warm.Although it is rough, it is not very abrasive to the skin.

Zang Lang kept calling her "little lady".Lan Hua'er ignored him, and he called her "Alan" in a low voice from behind.

"So lovely……"

Repeat these words over and over again.

While Lan Hua'er looked at him with disgust on the ground and refused to get up, she couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth.

Although this man was reckless and childlike when he was drunk, and talked inconsequentially, he was surprisingly able to speak nicely.

She has never heard anyone praise her for being good-looking.

Because of Zang Lang's little praise, Lan Hua'er felt better, and patiently talked to Zang Lang for a while, finally rescued her hand from Zang Lang's hand, and then went to burn it Hot water, washed with a hot towel, and wiped Zang Lang's face.

After she finished wiping, Zang Lang finally seemed to wake up a bit, looked at her with confused eyes, and called out "little lady", his voice had already dropped.

She just glared at Zang Lang, snatched the wooden bucket he was carrying and put it aside, then stuffed the towel and water basin into his hands, and said:

"Wipe yourself. You don't feel uncomfortable if it's sticky. Fortunately, you didn't drink too much and didn't spit it out. But if you didn't spit it out, you can wait for your head to hurt tomorrow. Wipe it clean Go lie down on the kang. Don't lie down on the ground."

Zang Lang vaguely agreed, not knowing if he understood, but obediently wiped his arms and neck with a towel, and wiped his chest up and down.

Lan Hua'er didn't force him to stay awake, got him off the ground, pushed him into the house, and threw him on the kang.

(End of this chapter)