The Little Dumb Wife of the Mountain People

Chapter 20 Drunk Wen Bao is miserable
The more he thought about it, the more Wen Bao felt that his choice to make wine was right.

She can't make wine, but she can make wine and various fruit wines.

Wen Chengyong was still thinking about finding someone who Song Dalang wasn't paying attention to, and would tell Wen Bao not to talk about it so late in the future, but when he was in a daze, Wen Bao had already walked down the cave, towards the two jars of wine in the yard go.

Wen Chengyong turned sideways, watched Wen Bao walk in front of the two jars of wine, walked over quickly, looked at Wen Bao and asked, "What? Baoer wants to drink again?"

Wen Chengyong's tone was full of naked ridicule, Wen Bao pursed his lips and recalled what Wu Houye said last time, and guessed that the original owner must have been drunk before, and even did something embarrassing.

Seeing her second brother's gloating tone now, he must be thinking about her embarrassing things before.

"No, I just remembered something suddenly, second brother, is this wine from the second sister-in-law's family?"

Wen Bao didn't want to recall what embarrassing things the original owner had done, after all, she was using this body now.

Wen Chengyong didn't expect Wen Bao to ask this, he nodded, "Yes, your second sister-in-law's family has a lot of alcohol."

Wen Chen's natal family has a tavern in the town. They have brewed and sold their own wine in the town for many years, even people from nearby towns or counties come to buy Chen's family wine.

After confirming that the wine belonged to his second sister-in-law's family, Wen Bao nodded with a smile, "Second brother, I remembered the fruit wine that I read in a miscellaneous journal a few days ago, and I want to try the wine from my second sister-in-law's family. .”

"Then what is there, how much do you want, the second brother will bring it for you."

When Wen Bao was at home, he had been trying to start a business. In Wen Youcai's words, his daughter was like him.

But for so many years, Wen Bao has never succeeded once, so Wen Chengyong naturally knows this.

But in the Wen family, everyone would spoil Wen Bao unprincipled. When Wen Bao said this, Wen Chengyong immediately expressed his full support.

It's just a few jars of wine, he bought them with his own money.

Mrs. Wen and Chen are the eldest daughter of the family, with a hot temper. The father of the Chen family has always been worried that his daughter will not be able to marry. In the end, not only did the daughter get married, but the son-in-law is also the son of the Wen family that the father of Chen likes very much.

Father Chen likes Wen Chengyong, the big son-in-law, so Wen Chengyong went to Chen's house to buy wine yesterday. Father Chen forced his son to bring two jars of the best wine to Wen Chengyong.

Knowing that these two jars of wine are the best wines in the Chen family, Wen Bao looked forward to this wine a little more.

"Second brother, help Dalang move things in, I'll cook right away, and you and Dalang have a drink at noon."

Hearing Wen Bao's words, Song Dalang nodded immediately, Wen Chengyong glanced at Wen Bao in surprise, and then smiled and said: "Okay, Bao'er, you go cook, if big brother and the others know that I can eat the food you cook today, they will surely Envy me."

When he was in Wen's family, Wu Shi did teach Wen Bao to cook, but Wen Bao's cooking skills were really average.

Wen Chengyong was already prepared to say that no matter what Wen Bao cooked at noon, he would say it was delicious, but today's Wen Bao was destined to shock him.

Because Wen Bao was tired yesterday, Song Dalang went hunting wild chickens early this morning, and prepared to make a can of chicken soup to supplement Wen Bao, but now that Wen Chengyong is here, naturally this can of chicken soup is not enough.

Of the wild boars hunted a few days ago, except for the half that was brought back to Wen's house, the rest was pickled except for the ones that were eaten at the beginning.

After cutting a large piece of pork belly, Wen Bao cooked a large bowl of cowpea stewed meat.

Stir-fried wild vegetables, cold cucumber, and braised eggs.

Four dishes and one soup, as well as the wine brought by Wen Chengyong, Wen Chengyong was very satisfied with this meal, and he was also proud of his sister's ability, thinking that they would show off when they saw their elder brother.

When Wen Chengyong was satisfied and ready to leave, Wen Bao also told Wen Chengyong what he wanted for the clay pot.Promising to bring it to Wen Bao after preparing the things, Wen Bao frowned at the remaining one and a half cans of wine.

To be honest, today's wine is indeed better than last time, but the alcohol content is still too low.

Song Dalang didn't know what happened to Wen Bao, and wanted to ask something, but seeing Wen Bao pursing his lips, he still didn't speak in the end.

All the cowpeas in the vegetable field have been picked, and the last few cucumber vines are left. Wen Bao is going to pickle the vegetables in the afternoon.

Half of the cowpea is blanched in water and dried in the sun to be eaten as stewed meat in winter. The remaining half is put directly into the earthenware pot, poured into the cold white boiled with salt, and stuffed with a few wild salamanders. This is the kimchi.

Cut the cucumber into pieces, kill the water with salt, then mix it with specially bought spices and marinate it in a clay pot.

Song Dalang just watched Wen Bao busy all afternoon. The pickled vegetables he had never seen before made Song Dalang full of expectations for Wen Bao's pickled vegetables.

"Dalang!"

There were shouts outside the yard, and Song Dalang, who had just pulled the cowpea seedlings from the vegetable field and had not had time to turn the ground, immediately walked towards the gate of the yard.

The head of Songjia Village is a thin old man, who is of the same generation as Song Dalang's father. Seeing the head of the village, Song Dalang called "Uncle Nine" and stopped talking.

The old man called 'Uncle Nine' took a look at the yard of Song Dalang's house, and immediately withdrew his gaze when he didn't see Wen Bao.

"Dalang, you will go to the mountains the day after tomorrow, and your family will make preparations. Will you go alone or both?"

Every autumn, the villagers of Songjia Village go to the mountain, which is a collective action of the villagers of Songjia Village, because the place to go to the mountain this time is almost close to the deep mountain, there are many people, and it is safer.

Hearing what the village head said, Song Dalang almost didn't hesitate, and replied, "I'll go alone."

Song Dalang felt sorry for Wen Bao, knowing that his daughter-in-law was weak, and he didn't want her to get blisters when she got tired.

The village chief was not surprised by this result, and it was just out of habit to ask.

After getting the answer, the village chief wanted to go to someone else's house, but before he could turn around, Wen Bao came out of the cave when he heard the sound.

"I am coming too!"

Wen Bao came out immediately after hearing what the village chief said in the cave. This time, she must go to the mountain too!

Wen Bao's words made the village head frown in displeasure. From the village head's point of view, since Wen Bao married Song Dalang, the family naturally wanted to listen to Song Dalang.What's more, the village chief glanced at the tender Wen Bao, not because he looked down on Wen Bao, but because a little daughter-in-law like Wen Bao really didn't look like she was working.

"daughter in law."

Song Dalang felt sorry for Wen Bao, and was unhappy when he heard that Wen Bao also said to go, so he walked towards Wen Bao and prepared to dissuade her.

"Dalang, you go to town tomorrow and send a letter to my cousin, asking him to come."

After Wen Bao said this, he turned and went into the cave, leaving Song Dalang and the village head looking at each other.

"Oh, just listen to your wife."

The village head also understood Wen Bao's meaning. They haven't found a seller for this year's mountain products in Songjia Village. If they send them to the town to sell, it will take a long time.

If the cousin of the eldest daughter-in-law really came to collect it, it would not only save them from sending it, but also the fruit would be fresh and could be sold at a good price.

After the village chief said this, he turned and left. Song Dalang watched the village chief leave, and then walked into the cave.

Walking into the cave, seeing his daughter-in-law squatting in front of the two jars of pickled grapes, she quickly walked over and squatted next to Wen Bao without speaking.

Song Dalang didn't know how to tell Wen Bao not to enter the mountain.

Although women don't need to hunt when hunting in the mountains every year, but the road gets more difficult as they go deeper into the mountains, and he still has to hunt, so he can't spare his mind to protect her.

Wen Bao didn't know Song Dalang's thoughts, she now heard the sound of grapes fermenting in the two jars in front of her, and thought it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

Yesterday was too tiring, today Wen Bao had a day off, pickled vegetables in the afternoon, and started thinking about his own fruit wine.

If the current wine is used to make fruit wine, the resulting fruit wine will be too weak, so the purity of the wine must be improved before making fruit wine.

Wen Bao is now preoccupied with how to increase the alcohol content. He wants to increase the alcohol alcohol content. Wen Bao knows that this needs to be distilled, but the current conditions are here, and there is no advanced machine for her to use.

Without advanced machines, only ancient methods can be used.

As the daughter of a wine family, even if Wen Bao was an illegitimate daughter, Wen Bao would go there every year when the Wen family brought their children to study.

It's just that Wen Bao at the time hated the Wen family, and didn't put much thought into it, so all she remembered was a steamer (zeng) for distillation.

As for the shape of the retort, Wen Bao had a rough idea in his mind, recalling the shape of the retort in his mind, Wen Bao took out the paper and picked out a wooden stick that was not burnt out, and began to put the retort shape in his memory on the paper. The shape is drawn.

A large pot at the bottom is used to put wine. There must be a stove for burning the pot, and the pot must be enclosed. There is an opening at the top, which is where the distilled liquid comes out.

On the top of the retort, there is another place for cold water. Only when the cold and heat intersect, the gas will be liquefied.

This still will also have a chimney, surrounded by fire-resistant bricks.

Wen Bao revises and revises, and has been drawing this all night.

Song Dalang couldn't understand what Wen Bao was drawing, and wanted to intervene, but found that he didn't know what to say.

By the time Wen Bao finished drawing this, the sky had already darkened.

"Dalang, you go to town tomorrow and ask the family to find a way to deliver a letter to my cousin, and ask him to come the day after tomorrow and buy some candy back."

Today the wine has started to ferment, as long as it starts to ferment, it will prove that what you are doing is right.

The grapes in the valley will be harvested in half a month at most. Although the house is not small, Wen Bao also knows that it is unrealistic to brew wine at home.

There are two problems before me. If I want to distill high-alcohol wine, where should I choose this place?

And Wen Bao just wanted to make wine by herself, so she didn't have enough space at home, so she had to figure out a way as soon as possible.

A person's ability is limited, so Wen Bao thought to find a partner.

Wu Houye is the best candidate for cooperation. He has this connection and will sell the things he makes in the future, and Wen Bao understands Wu Houye's feelings for the original owner.

This fat cousin is the most suitable candidate for her.

"Ah."

Song Dalang responded to Wen Bao, and Wen Bao realized that something was wrong with Song Dalang's mood.

"what happened to you?"

Wen Bao looked at Song Dalang in bewilderment, why is this man so listless.

"Daughter-in-law, do you really want to go into the mountains?"

As soon as Wen Bao heard Song Dalang's words, he knew why Song Dalang acted like this.

To be honest, Wen Bao wanted to go into the mountains, other than wanting to find out what was around his own mountain, he just didn't want to be too special.

If you want to live in this Songjia Village, being in a group is very important.

And she has a big plan in her heart. If she wants to achieve this big plan, then she has to go to the mountain.

"Well, don't worry, I won't walk around."

People always get used to it through constant attempts. Her body is too weak, and it is always beneficial to exercise more.

Seeing that Wen Bao insisted, Song Dalang didn't speak anymore, he just thought about how to keep his wife at home.

Because Song Dalang was going to town the next day, the couple went to bed early that night.

Early the next morning, just as Wen Bao opened his eyes in a daze, Song Dalang woke up.

"I'm going to cook for you."

As soon as Wen Bao moved, he was held down by Song Dalang, "Don't get up, I can do it myself."

Song Dalang didn't want Wen Bao to get up, it seemed that Wen Bao was too tired from going to the mountains the day before yesterday, and Wen Bao always felt tired all over these two days.Song Dalang could see that Wen Bao hadn't woken up yet, so he felt sorry for Wen Bao and naturally wanted Wen Bao to sleep for a while.

"Why don't you boil two eggs and eat something good in town."

Wen Bao was really bored, if she didn't have a headache, she would have wondered if she was sick.

"Well, you continue to sleep."

Song Dalang replied to Wen Bao, and Wen Bao immediately closed his eyes.

Seeing Wen Bao fall asleep so quickly, Song Dalang gave Wen Bao a distressed look before getting up and going out.

Wen Bao slept comfortably this time, and when he woke up again, it was already an hour later.

Woke up a little earlier today than yesterday, Song Dalang was not at home, and Wen Bao had nothing to do. After eating something casually, he took clean chopsticks to stir the grapes in the clay pot.

Now the grapes in the two clay pots are fermenting, Wen Bao feels that he is doing the right thing, looking forward to the wine in the two clay pots more and more.

When Song Dalang arrived at Wen's house, only Wen Youcai, his wife and four-year-old Wen Zhuoxiu were left at home.

"Uncle?" Wen Zhuoxiu was playing in front of his house, saw Song Dalang, called Song Dalang, and immediately ran towards him.

Seeing Wen Zhuoxiu running towards him, Song Dalang grinned and immediately laughed.

Song Dalang opened his arms, and when Wen Zhuoxiu ran up to him, he lifted him up.

"Hehehehe, uncle, uncle."

Wen Zhuoxiu, who was lifted high by Song Dalang, laughed happily. Wen Youcai and Wu Shi, who heard the movement outside the door, immediately walked towards the door.

After lifting Wen Zhuoxiu a few times, Song Dalang stopped. Seeing Wen Youcai and Mrs. Wu walking out of the yard, Song Dalang immediately called affectionately: "Father, mother."

At this moment, Wen Youcai had already reached the gate of the courtyard. Hearing Song Dalang's voice, he answered and looked behind Song Dalang.

Wen Youcai was disappointed for a moment when he didn't see Wen Bao, and then he turned his eyes back to Song Dalang.

"Dalang, are you here alone?"

As soon as Wen Youcai's voice fell, Mrs. Wu nodded, and even Wen Zhuoxiu, who was hugged by Song Dalang, also asked, "Where's aunt? Didn't aunt come back?"

Song Dalang heard what everyone said, and replied: "My daughter-in-law is at home, she asked me to do things."

When Song Dalang replied, Wen Youcai and others nodded in disappointment, and asked Song Dalang to go home.

After everyone sat on the chairs in the hall, Song Dalang said: "Tomorrow we will go to the mountains in the village, and my daughter-in-law asked me to let my cousin go and buy some more sugar."

"Buy candy?"

Wen Youcai was puzzled, but he remembered that his daughter returned home a few days ago and brought back ten catties of candy.

"Well, my daughter-in-law said that she saw some wine-making recipes in the book and used up all the sugar."

Song Dalang told the truth, Wen Youcai's brows twitched as soon as he finished speaking.

Yesterday the second son came home and said that his daughter had started to toss again, but he still didn't believe it. Now that he heard Song Dalang's words again, Wen Youcai believed that his daughter had really started to toss again.

"Okay, you go to the grocery store with me and let the second brother drive to the county." Wen Youcai stood up after saying this, and then said to Wu: "You can arrange it at home and do a few more things." A big man's favorite dish."

Wen Youcai got up together, and Song Dalang stood up after him. Mrs. Wu nodded, and said, "I happened to buy a few carp this morning, and I'll do it myself. When my son-in-law comes home, I'll bring another one to Bao'er. She My favorite is the sweet and sour fish."

Wu Shi walked away as soon as she spoke, Wen Youcai couldn't help shaking her head with her eagerness.

Wen Youcai was no stranger to the way his wife loved her daughter.

Seeing that grandpa and uncle were about to go out, Wen Zhuoxiu immediately hugged Song Dalang's thigh.

"Grandpa, uncle, I'm going too."

My brothers have all gone to school, and my parents have also gone to the academy. Wen Zhuoxiu is bored at home alone. Although the fifth brother is only one year old and doesn't know how to play with him yet, it's better than being at home by himself.

Song Dalang looked at Wen Zhuoxiu who was hugging his leg, and glanced at Wen Youcai. After seeing the smile in his eyes, he hugged Wen Zhuoxiu up.

Being held in Song Dalang's arms, Wen Zhuoxiu knew that his grandfather agreed that he would also go, and happily swung his little meaty legs, Wen Zhuoxiu made an inch of it and said, "Uncle, you go home today and take Xiu'er with you, Xiu'er I miss my aunt."

Song Dalang was taken aback when he heard Wen Zhuoxiu's words, "No, tomorrow uncle will go to the mountains, and your aunt will also go, there is no one at home."

Wen Zhuoxiu was disappointed after hearing Song Dalang's words, but Wen Youcai frowned.

"Enter the mountain?" Wen Youcai murmured, and then said, "Dalang, do you think Bao'er is going too?"

Wen Youcai also knew that the villagers of Songjia village went to the mountains every year, but now that his daughter was going to the mountains, Wen Youcai was worried.

"En." Song Dalang looked at his father-in-law's face, and said: "I won't let my daughter-in-law go, but my daughter-in-law is going anyway. Father, do you have a way to prevent my daughter-in-law from following?"

Song Dalang didn't admit that he was suing, he just wanted to ask his father-in-law if there was any way to prevent his wife from entering the mountain.

Wen Youcai was very clear about his daughter's temperament.

So Wen Youcai was not surprised to hear Song Dalang say that. He glanced sideways at Song Dalang, and Wen Youcai said, "Won't you think of a way to make it impossible for her to go?"

After Wen Youcai said this, he walked out in an unfathomable manner. He didn't admit that he was very proud of his daughter for eating Song Dalang to death.

Seeing Wen Youcai leave, Song Dalang immediately followed quickly, thinking about Wen Youcai's words just now, Song Dalang began to think about how to make his daughter-in-law 'can't go'.

The Wen family's shop is not too far from where the Wen family lives, and the two shops are close together. If Wen Youcai doesn't go to the bookstore to look at it, then Wen Chengyong will.

In fact, the most important thing is that there is Mrs. Wen Chen in the grocery store. She is a good planner, so she needs Wen Chengyong at all.

Wen Youcai led his son-in-law down the street, and everyone who knew him would greet him. Song Dalang hugged Wen Zhuoxiu and followed closely behind Wen Youcai.

When we arrived at the bookstore, Wen Chengyong was checking out the customers. As soon as the shop assistant saw Wen Youcai, he immediately stepped forward, "Master, uncle, young master."

Wen Youcai waved at the clerk, and when Wen Chengyong was done, he said, "Second brother, go to the county right now, find your cousin, and say that your brother-in-law's house is about to start autumn hunting, and when you come back, you can go to the county to find your cousin." It is written in our shop that there are fresh prey for sale, tomorrow you and your cousin will go to your brother-in-law's house, and I will come and see it in the shop."

When Wen Chengyong heard Wen Youcai's words, he immediately understood what he meant.

When Song Dalang heard his father-in-law's words, he naturally understood that his father-in-law wanted to help the people in Songjia Village sell more prey.

Hearing the commotion in the bookstore, Mrs. Wen Chen came here with her youngest son who was just over one year old, just in time to hear what Wen Youcai said.

"Father, there will be me tomorrow."

Wen Chen's temperament is aggressive, but he is filial. He not only looks at the shop by himself, but also takes Wen Zhuoyuan, who has just turned one year old, with him.

"Well, leave Yuan'er at home tomorrow and let your mother take care of it."

Song Dalang's eyes lit up after Wen Chenshi came in with Wen Zhuoyuan in his arms. He finally knew what to do if he wanted to prevent his wife from entering the mountain.

After giving orders, Wen Chengyong rushed to the county immediately, and Wen Youcai asked Mrs. Wen Chen to weigh ten catties of sugar for Song Dalang, and then led Song Dalang home with his youngest grandson in his arms.

Wen Zhuoxiu, who went out for a walk, was in a better mood. Along the way, his 'uncle' called him affectionately, which provoked Wen Zhuoyuan, who had just started to learn to speak, to follow suit.

It's just that Wen Zhuoyuan really couldn't explain clearly, "uncle" along the way was always pronounced as "pig, pig".

Back home, Mrs. Wu learned that Wen Bao was going to enter the mountain, and persuaded Song Dalang to find a way to prevent Wen Bao from entering the mountain.

Seeing Wen Zhuoyuan obediently eating steamed eggs in Wu's arms, Song Dalang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he thought of a way.

Song Dalang carried ten catties of sugar on his back and a bamboo basket in his hand. Inside the basket was sweet and sour fish made by Mrs. Wu.

On the way home, Song Dalang was thinking about how to keep Wen Bao at home and prevent her from entering the mountains.

In fact, Song Dalang had such an idea entirely because his heart was moved when he saw Wen Zhuoxiu and Wen Zhuoyuan today.

Song Dalang is several years older than Wen Bao, and is about the same as Wen Bao's older brothers, but now except for the youngest brother-in-law who is still studying and unmarried, the other three brothers have sons.

Song Dalang was very envious, he and Wen Bao had been married for some time, Song Dalang didn't want to wait any longer.

Mustering up his courage, Song Dalang decided to have some wine with Wen Bao tonight. The mother-in-law prepared the sweet and sour fish that the daughter-in-law loves, and then asked the daughter-in-law to fry a vegetable dish. We both drank some wine. Isn't this easy to handle?

The more Song Dalang thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was good.

When Song Dalang came home, Wen Bao was learning how to turn the ground. When he saw his wife was turning the ground, Song Dalang walked over quickly.

"Daughter-in-law, mother-in-law made sweet and sour fish for you."

After delivering the sweet and sour fish, Wen Bao lost his hoe to pick up the fish. Song Dalang was not at home at noon, so Wen Bao ate some by himself. Now that Song Dalang came back, Wen Bao naturally went to prepare for cooking.

Looking at the back of Wen Bao leaving happily, Song Dalang's heart beat like a drum.

After warming up the sweet and sour fish brought back by Song Dalang, Wen Bao mixed the last cucumber with salad and steamed the rice.

Seeing the rice, Song Dalang's eyes lit up and said: "Daughter-in-law will go to the mountains tomorrow, let's drink some wine and go to bed early tonight."

Wen Bao didn't doubt Song Dalang at all, he immediately agreed to Song Dalang's words.

Song Dalang intended to pour Wen Bao wine, but Wen Bao didn't know.

The two of them drank a full five catties of wine, which was more than the last time Wen Chengyong came, and all three of them drank more.

Seeing that Wen Bao started to get confused, Song Dalang put down his wine glass and hugged Wen Bao up. Wen Bao felt dizzy and weak, and didn't know that Song Dalang was taking off his clothes at the moment.

The pink lips became rosy and crystal clear after drinking wine, Song Dalang looked at Wen Bao's red lips, and felt his blood was boiling and his lower abdomen was tense.

In the end Song Dalang couldn't hold back and kissed Wen Bao's lips.

Just as I imagined, this kiss immediately set me on fire!
(End of this chapter)