i became a fairy

After giving instructions to a few people, Madeline shook her head, and then went out to the Shadow Leopard.

Mi Xiaoan also felt a little bored in the room, so he said hello to Camille and walked out of the cabin.

Looking at the door, Greta and others were holding a wooden pole to dry the cooked cloth. They fiddled with it on the left and on the right, carefully, as if they were drying gold.

Mi Xiaoan looked at it for a while, feeling a little funny, and walked towards them.

"Aunt Greta." Mi Xiaoan stretched out his hand and gently pulled the cloth on the wooden pole, and said with a smile: "Don't be so careful, just hang clothes as usual."

"Hey~ don't move." Upon seeing this, Greta slapped Mi Xiaoan's hand away and said disgustedly: "This is what Sophia wants to use, how could you be careless?"

"It's okay." Mi Xiaoan chuckled, bent down to help them dry the cloth, and said, "Well, that's it, just be careful not to let the wind blow to the ground."

"Okay, I understand." Greta couldn't listen, and looked a little impatient, pushing Mi Xiaoan: "If you don't go and look at Sophia, what are you doing here?"

"There is indeed something wrong." Mi Xiaoan scratched his head, hesitated a little, and asked: "Auntie, I want to ask, do you still have wine at your place now?"

"Why do you want wine?" Greta was stunned for a moment, then glared at her angrily and curled her lips and said, "Don't you like drinking the wine I brew?"

The wine made by Greta is indeed quite unpleasant to drink, a bit sour, and not many people in the clan like to drink it. Most of them are stored and used to trade with the dwarves later.

When they were children, Ke Erna and others secretly went to Greta's house to drink wine out of curiosity. After drinking, they all disliked her, which made Greta very angry.

"It's not me who wants to drink it." Mi Xiaoan smiled bitterly and said, "It's Aunt Sophia. That wine is used to treat Aunt Sophia's injuries."

"Ah, wine can heal wounds," Greta said with surprise on her face.

"No." Mi Xiaoan shook his head and explained: "Not all wine can heal injuries. You have to go and see before talking."

Stealing wine happened when he was a child. Mi Xiaoan has forgotten what Greta's wine tastes like. He only remembers that it tastes very bad.

"Well, let's go." Greta quickly put down the cloth in her hand and said, "Don't worry, the wine I brew is actually not that bad. If other wines can cure it, mine can definitely cure it."

She greeted the people making cloth next to her, then hurriedly pulled Mi Xiaoan and ran towards her home.

The two ran very fast and arrived home in a short time. Greta opened the door, ran to the corner of the house, lifted a large wooden board on the ground, and then a small basement appeared.

"The wine is down there, just wait a moment." She said and got in. After a while, Greta was seen struggling to get out with a wooden barrel that was larger than the usual bucket. She said to Mi Xiaoan: "Here, this is the freshest barrel of wine that was just brewed last month."

"Don't panic, let me take a look." Mi Xiaoan responded, helped Greta put the barrel on the ground, and then opened it to take a look.

The barrel was filled with green, turbid wine, with some strange dregs floating on it, which looked like elven fruit crumbs.

Mi Xiaoan hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to dip some wine, then put it in his mouth to taste it.

A strong sour taste quickly spread in her mouth, which made her grin.

"How is it?" Greta asked with an anxious look, "Can it be used?"

What she was worried about now was not whether her wine tasted good, but whether it could be used.

"Are there any other wines?" Mi Xiaoan shook his head slightly and said, "It's different from this one."

She had really tasted the wine just now, but it didn't have much alcohol flavor in it. At most, it was better than beer.

Mi Xiao'an wasn't sure how much alcohol had to be for disinfection, but she could probably guess that the alcohol content of beer would definitely not work.

"That's it." Greta looked a little frustrated and said with a grimace, "No more. All wine is made this way."

"This" Mi Xiaoan frowned and thought for a while, then his eyes lit up and he seemed to remember something again, and asked: "Is there any old wine? The kind that was brewed a long time ago, preferably more than ten years ago?"

I forgot who I heard in my previous life: It was said that the longer wine is kept, the higher its alcohol content will be. I don’t know if this statement is accurate.

"Old wine" Greta was stunned for a moment, then said: "There is half a barrel, please wait a moment."

As she said that, she got into the small wine cellar again. After a while, she came out holding a wooden barrel that looked a bit old and said, "Come on, An, take a look."

She opened the barrel and explained: "This is a barrel that was accidentally brewed three years ago. Because, well, it tasted so good, I kept it myself. You can see if it works."

She said, scratching her head in embarrassment.

Mi Xiaoan looked around and saw half a barrel of wine as clear as amber, gently swaying in the barrel, and a sweet smell filled the air, making people intoxicated.

She stretched out her finger with interest, dipped a little in the bucket, put it in her mouth and tasted it. In an instant, the fermented taste of the Elf Fruit exploded in his mouth. It was sour, sweet and charming, rich and smooth, making Mi Xiaoan snort in comfort.

"How can this be used?" Greta asked anxiously when she saw Mi Xiaoan's expression of joy.

"Ah, it still doesn't work." Mi Xiaoan was stunned for a moment, then licked his fingers again, licked the remaining wine on his hands clean, shook his head and said, "This one is better than that one, but the degree is still too low."

This barrel of wine is indeed much better than the previous barrel. It can even be said to taste excellent. However, the alcohol content is still very low, far less than Mi Xiaoan's expectations, just like the fruit wine with ten degrees of alcohol in the previous life.

"Why not?" Greta was about to cry, and said anxiously: "This is the best wine I have here. I only have this one barrel, and I have forgotten how it was made."

"Don't be discouraged." Mi Xiaoan comforted him and then asked, "Are there any other wines that are special?"

"Others" Greta thought for a while, her eyes brightened slightly, but then dimmed again, and she sighed: "There is one kind, but it has just started brewing and has only been in the cellar for a few days, so it cannot be used."

"Forget it." Mi Xiaoan shook his head after hearing this, stood up helplessly, and said, "I'll think of other ways."

"Yeah." Greta was also extremely frustrated, and after a while she said, "If you need anything, just come to me. We must cure Sophia, at least, we can't let her die."

"Yes, I know." Mi Xiaoan smiled bitterly and nodded: she really didn't have much confidence in herself.