- oh oh oh!

Before the night faded, a rooster suddenly croaked loudly, awakening the Shengjia Village who had slept all night.

Several sporadic lights were lit up in the village one after another.

The lights and shadows whirled, and the chickens crowed and the dogs barked continuously, with ups and downs, breaking through the dark night of sleep and ushering in the dawn of awakening.

The morning sun shines, breaks through the mist, and sprinkles on a figure walking on the ridge of the field.

There are many women squatting on the bluestone slabs by the river beach, starching and washing clothes, and chatting gossip about various families in the village.

Shengjia Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers.

There are rolling mountains behind the village, and there is a river in front of the village, flowing down from the mountain and passing through the village, isolating the village at the foot of the mountain.

It was mid-July, and the coldness of the clear springs flowing down from the mountain was still heavy, but it couldn't affect the women's gossip.A sharp-eyed woman saw the figure on the field across the river, and asked uncertainly, "Is that Sheng Yuan?"

The one who spoke was Sheng Ergou his mother.

Sheng Ergou is one of Sheng Ping'an's playmates, and the two families are not far apart, so they have occasional contact.

"Sheng Yuan? Where is it?"

Everyone looked in the direction Ergou Niang pointed.

On the other side of the river, a man in a blue robe was walking unhurriedly through the lush fields with a bamboo building on his back.The distance is far away, and everyone can't see clearly, but the identity of the man can be identified from the figure and clothing.

"Xiangzi!" Ergou Niang put down the stick and shouted, "Where did you come from?"

The loud voice spread to the other side.

Qiu Yun stamped his feet, followed the prestige, and saw a row of women washing clothes squatting by the river, among them a slightly fat woman waved her hand - that was Sheng Ergou's mother.

He raised the corner of his lips and pointed to the mountain behind him, which meant he had just come down from the mountain.

After getting a response, the women on the river beach whispered curiously.

"Damn it, what do you think Sheng Yuan is doing at Luoying Mountain?"

"I know this. My man went up to collect traps on the mountain a few days ago, and saw him picking some morning dew on the mountain."

"Morning dew? Why do you pick this thing?"

"I heard it's used to make tea or brew wine. I don't care."

"What? Brewing? What can be brewed out of that stuff?"

"I heard from the eldest daughter-in-law of the patriarch's family that the ladies and wives in the town use morning dew to make tea, which can keep your face beautiful..."

"What you said is so mysterious, why do I sound like you made it up?"

"Dazhi's daughter-in-law's natal family is in the town. Can she be false? Look at Xianzi, it's because his mother collected dew water for him to drink since he was a child, which made him so handsome."

At the same time, Qiu Yun, who was crossing the bamboo bridge, met a woman carrying a wooden basin head-on.

The woman was dressed in plain clothes with white flowers on her temples, and there was a trace of unresolved melancholy in her delicate face.The light long skirt is blown by the morning breeze, bringing the dewdrops condensed on the grass and trees, flying with the wind.

Seeing her suddenly stopped footsteps, Qiu Yun consciously took a few steps back, distanced herself from her, waited for her to walk away, and then walked back home.

This woman is Song Sanniang, Ding Da's wife, who is also the object of Sheng Xian's covetousness.

There are many disputes in front of the widow, Song Sanniang is weak and helpless, and there is no man in the family, so Song Sanniang usually lives in seclusion and rarely interacts with the villagers.

Qiuyun walked to the door of his house with a bamboo basket on his back, and he heard laughter coming from the courtyard wall.

Hearing that the voice was slightly familiar, his heart moved, and he walked in quickly, and saw Chen He in a green robe holding Sheng Ping'an playing high, and the eyes of Mrs. Chen turned up and down following Chen He's movements. Her expression seemed to be afraid of Chen He. One accidentally dropped Sheng Ping'an.

"Jinzhi, why are you here?"

Qiu Yun took off the bamboo basket on his back, handed it to the boy Chen Zhongliang, and ordered the boy to wash and drain the petals inside, then rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the backyard.

The backyard is close to the foot of the mountain.

Due to the situation, he built a living spring pool and a simple washing table with bamboo.

Chen He followed Sheng Pingan, who had had a good time, "Come here to see you and Ping An, and take a look at the rice in your village by the way. However, brother-in-law, your place has changed too much. When you came last time, you It's still empty, but after two months, it has taken on a new look, and I almost didn't recognize it."

Qiu Yun bent down and applied cool mountain spring water to his face, washed away the sweat on his face, and cleaned his face with a cloth towel, then turned around: "I have nothing to do, so I cleaned up."

Chen He looked at the mountain flowers and fruit trees transplanted in the garden, walked to the spring pool, looked at the fish swimming in the pool, and exclaimed: "This is not a simple clean-up. Although it is not as elegant as the home of foundation, it looks a little rough at this time. When the flowers are in bloom, there is also a sense of leisure of 'not surprised by favor or humiliation, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court'. Brother-in-law, you will enjoy it."

After boasting about the scenery, he seemed to remember something, raised his head and said in doubt: "I also heard from Ping An, what kind of fruit wine and Baihua wine are you brewing? When did you know how to make wine?"

Winemaking is a craft.

At that time, people relied on handicrafts to make a living, and non-bloodlines and disciples were not passed on to outsiders.

But Qiuyun can make a lot of spiritual wine.

The principles are similar, all of which are fermentation, roasting, storage, and blending.

Since he uses Sheng Xian's body, he can only do something that suits Sheng Xian's character as much as possible - wine.

After all, except for his face and mouth, Sheng Xian has no strengths, and he can't even read a few words.

Qiu Yun took Sheng Ping'an off his back and told Ping'an to play first, then took Chen He to the bamboo pavilion in the front yard.

The mother-in-law brought the tea set, and he signaled Chen He to sit first, took out the tea cake and ground it, and then lit the charcoal fire to cook the morning dew. After a while, there was a light mist of water rising, and the tea powder was put in. In an instant, the tea and water blended together...

The mist rises and the fragrance of tea overflows.

Chen He stared at the blurred face in the mist, and opened his mouth wide in shock, unable to speak for a while.

After the tea soup was ready, Qiu Yun scooped up two bowls of green tea soup, and pushed a cup to Chen He, who couldn't regain his senses: "It's not difficult to make wine, as long as there is a recipe. When I was tidying up the house a few days ago, I picked it up from my father's old things. Publish a book of wine making, probably it was obtained by my father during his lifetime, and I happened to be free, so I used it to practice my hands."

Holding the teacup, Chen He listened to Qiu Yun's explanation and savored it carefully.

The tea is rich in aroma, slightly bitter in the mouth, sweet in the aftertaste, and the mellow aroma lingers in the nose and mouth: "good tea."

After finishing speaking, he took another sip and didn't doubt it, just curiously said: "Brother-in-law, you have only been back for half a year, so the changes are too big, right? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it."

Qiu Yun put down his cup, shook his head and sighed softly: "It's not that I've changed a lot, it's that I cared too much in the past, and now that I'm clean, you will feel this way."

Chen He thought about it, Chen Sheng's two elders, children and brothers-in-law were all worried, but it wasn't because they were too worried.

He didn't want to mention his brother-in-law's sadness, so he changed the subject: "Since you have brewed wine, brother-in-law, shouldn't you open a jar to entertain me?"

"It's not a coincidence for you to come. The first batch of green plum wine will have to wait for one month before it can be opened."

As Qiu Yun spoke, he caught a glimpse of Chen He's face full of pity, and said, "However, I'm going to brew Baihua wine today. If you're not in a hurry to go back, you can make a jar with me and bury it under my peach tree, and come get it later."

"This..." Chen He hesitated, "You want to teach me how to make wine?"

"It's not some unworldly treasure. Besides, you are my brother-in-law, and I treat you as my own brother. We are all in the same family, so you don't need to be so alien."

The family of three touched Chen He's heart.

Although his parents treated his brother-in-law well, they did not touch the interests of the Chen family.

But the brother-in-law treats them as unconditionally trusted family members...

His eyes were sore, and his heart was so moved that he wished he could show those gossiping people to see his brother-in-law Gao Jie's character and frankness.

Seeing that his eyes were red, Qiu Yun shook his head helplessly: "I still love to cry like I was when I was a child. If you like it, I will copy down that treasure book later, and let the boy send it to you."

"No way." Chen He covered his ears and eyes, "It's sand in his eyes."

Qiu Yun raised his hand and rubbed his head, and thoughtfully said: "Breakfast should be ready, you go to eat with me first, and I will teach you how to make wine later."

Qiuyun's breakfast here is mainly light.

Mrs. Chen's pickled side dishes are served with lily porridge, which is cool and delicious.

After the meal, he took Chen He to wash his clothes and hands, collected the petals he had collected a few days ago, and started brewing wine.

Wine making is not done overnight, the process is cumbersome and it takes time to ferment. The two put four jars in the air-dried place to wait for it to ferment.

When everything was done, the sky darkened.

Chen He raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the sky, went back to his room and changed his clothes, didn't even eat, and hurried back.

Qiu Yun sent him out, when the other party just stepped into the carriage, he jumped down suddenly, leaned in front of him and whispered: "I forgot to tell you, I heard from the caravan from the capital that a big man in the capital found his son who had been lost for many years. , it is said that the son-in-law was found in our Jingshui Town."

He said, his eyes fell on Ding's house next door: "I thought I found it from our town, so I checked whether Chen Ji Mihang had any grudges with him, but I found someone to check it privately, and found that in recent months Only Ding Da, the clerk in Wang's restaurant, was taken away by a businessman who claimed to be Jiangnan, but the strange thing is that Ding Da died at the hands of bandits not long ago..."

Qiu Yun's eyes flickered, and he interrupted him: "Don't worry about this, it's getting late, go back earlier."

After finishing speaking, he patted Chen He on the shoulder, signaling him not to say more.

Watching Chen He's carriage go away, just as he was about to turn around, he caught a glimpse of a thin figure coming from the end——

The person came with a burden on his back and carried two oiled paper bags in his hands. Compared with half a month ago, his body shape has not changed much, but his lower body is more stable than before.

After looking around, the visitor has already walked not far away.

As if aware of his gaze, he raised his eyes to look over, his expression suddenly became vigilant, and subconsciously looked towards Ding's house, seeing that the gate of Ding's house was closed, he gradually calmed down, nodded slightly, as a greeting.

Qiu Yun smiled, turned and went back to the house.

The last time he was in town, he asked Ding Er if he wanted a ride back, but the other party refused, and he didn't even mention looking after the yard for him.

He could see that Ding Er was very vigilant, and he didn't trust him, so he didn't push anymore.

but……

Sheng Ping'an liked the basket of small straw animals that Ding Er gave him.

I liked it so much that I couldn't put it down, and then fell apart, and was depressed for several days.

Ding Yuan stood at the door of the house and patted on the door three times.

There was no movement inside the door at first, followed by the sound of eager footsteps.

The closed door creaked and someone opened it from the inside, "Xiao Yuan, why did you come back so late? Come in."

Song Sanniang's frowning eyebrows softened visibly with the naked eye: "Have you eaten yet? If you haven't eaten, sister-in-law will make it for you."

"Sister-in-law, wait a moment." Ding Yuan bolted the door casually, handed the oil-paper package to Song Sanniang, glanced at the next door, and whispered, "Is everything okay at home?"

Song Sanniang breathed a sigh of relief, with no trace of worry in her eyes: "everything is fine. I also listened to your words and tried to go out as little as possible. But..."

She hesitated for a moment: "The people from the Sheng family next door helped me teach the bastard who knocked on the door in the middle of the night twice..."

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