Assassin Farmer

In the flowering towns of Midsummer, the fruit in the yard of the household is ripe.

Grapes, pears, apricots, green plums, plums, peaches, peaches… Nearly all summer fruits can be found in floral towns.

And Su Shuijia's two black and purple grapes transplanted from Mount Daroom are ripe with branches.

“Sister Beauty, with so many grapes, what a shame to waste. Why not make grapes out of them?” Stu lay on a cherry slit with a string of crisp black and purple grapes in his hand, lazily proposing.

“Yeah, I was thinking about making wine last year, and now the grapes are really ripe...” Su Shui Shui's eyes are crystal bright, “Song, can you make wine? ”

“No, I just drink.” Stu replied with no politeness.

“Oh...” Su Shuihui collapsed his shoulders exasperatedly, holding his stomach up and leaning on the soft bed, “Alas, Yao definitely won't allow me to brew. ”

“Didn't Uncle know?” Stu chewed the grapes in his mouth, leaned against the thick branches and enjoyed the shade of the wind formation in Flower Town after the setting of the sun.

“He can make wine?” Su Shuiju was surprised. He never said he knew how to make wine. The last time the jar of cinnamon was brewed, I followed the steps in the book and did it a little bit.

“Wouldn't he? Who made the wine buried under the tree?” Stu inadvertently revealed what he had done. He's been drinking that wine for a long time.

“Jeez!” Su Shuihui snorted and shouted, “How do you know there's a pot of wine buried under this tree? ”

“Uh... it wasn't me, it was just a little pure chisel.” Stu hastily cleared the line.

“Stu -” Su Shuiju yelled at him for the first time. It was painstakingly brewed by her. Less than two years ago, it was a waste of this good wine.

“Don't worry, it's shaved out and put back. There must be no air leakage and no deterioration. I promise." Stu put his hands up for surrender. Don't forget to bite a string of grapes in your hand.

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“Tell me, how could Uncle Shifu disagree with you making wine? As long as you're happy," Stu swayed his legs, sat on the branches of the cherry tree, slowly washing a large pot of purple grapes beneath the tree, Su Shui continued: “Even if you want the moon in the sky, I think he will spare no effort to fly up to the sky to take it down. Tsk, beautiful sister, Uncle is very kind to you. No wonder they want..."

“What do you want?” Su Shuiju heard half of it and looked up inexplicably to answer the question.

“Anything else you can ask for, jealousy and envy.” Stu carried it in haha.

Master, they sent him here to make a scene.

Supervision of engineering is false, it is the marriage life of Uncle Shifu and the two of us that is true!

His poor master and two other highly uncertain masters are not accustomed to seeing the good days of Uncle Shi Ling? Alas, who made the three of them so desperate to make a living at the knife's mouth?

However, think about the growing house, Stu couldn't help but squint, Master, are they about to say goodbye to the killer's career and come to live here?

In other words, Master Fung Yao's palace is really too squeezing. Fortunately, he did not join the brothers wisely, but established another organization under the planning of the master and the elder brother. Even if Fung Yao Pavilion and Feng Yao Pavilion are separated from each other in the future, I am sure that Master's elderly people will not yell “boring” every day to do nothing.

The "Guangdong Tower”, whose brothers vowed to create a struggle for the Daweiguo No. 1 Information Building. It is also the direction of their future efforts. And in Bulgarian City, they've long shot a stronghold and deliberately compiled it as a division. When he came on this trip, he also had such an errand.

Of course, these days, eat well here, (well, he basically wrapped all three meals since my uncle knew he could cook) stay well, (alas, sleeping on a cherry tree every night, I almost forgot what the bed was like), and chat with my big belly sister for fun, and I almost forgot about the errand.

Alas, take some time to do it before it's too early. Otherwise, Master knows that he has been playing rough in recent days and cannot beat himself up.

“Beautiful sister, I went to town this afternoon. Can I bring you anything?” After thinking about it, Stu jumped off the cherry tree and planned to make lunch in the kitchen.

“Well, into town? Then help me pull some white cotton cloth, buy two empty wine jars, and filter fine cotton gauze back. ”

Su Shuiju leaned half-headed and carefully over what needed to be consumed at home before locking out the finely redundant white cotton cloth, as well as the wine jar and gauze needed to prepare the wine, and nodded to the Stu.

“Oh - I'm just asking nicely, you don't have to be serious.” Stu moaned and patted his head. Boozhuang or something, he hates it as much as cooking. That's where women go, isn't it? Think of him as a cousin, uh, correcting —— a beautiful teenager, actually nestled in Buchanan to pick out some fine white cotton cloth, oh, kill him.

“...” Su Shuihui looked at him silently. He asked himself what he needed to bring! I really want him to buy it for me. Why the look on his face? Is it gonna be hard? Think about what you asked him to carry. There's nothing unusual about it! At least, she didn't ask him to buy toilet paper...

“Well, don't look at me so innocently. If Uncle Shifu saw me, he'd think I was bullying you. White cotton, gauze, wine bar, huh? No problem!” Stu repeated. He nodded at Su Shuiju and waved, faking calmly into the kitchen. He asked for these. Oh - Stu, next time you can abandon these so-called etiquette respect, it's true that some people don't understand what is polite...

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Over the next few days, Su Shuiju is immersed in the winemaking process. Remembering what my old brother said, Su Shuijuan tried to make the first batch of grapes, following the process of making fruit wine in the book.

Of course, the physical activity in the meantime is self-employed by Stu. Lin Shiyao wouldn't really let her do that. Just letting her have an interest to entertain, with the hard work of transferring the pregnancy, doesn't mean she can do it all herself.

However, Su Shuiju was happy just like that.

The grapes removed by Stuart were soaked in a large wooden basin, dried carefully after having gone to the dead skin of the rotten fruit, crushed and loaded into a wine bowl by one child, until seventy-eight minutes had passed before being gauffed and sealed in the mouth of the wine bowl.

After three days, open the gauze cover and set aside the ice sugar to stir. Stir once daily for the next five days.

After five days, the floating grape skins and seeds were harvested, and the liquid was poured into another washed and dried wine bar by Stu, and the pulp from the sediment bottom was also taken out, filtered out of the juice with a gauze until it was dry.

The juice formed in the new wine jar is pure grape juice.

Blend into a foamy egg yolk, stir evenly and seal the mouth of the wine, this time with a real seal. After the dry leaves are covered, seal them with wet mud. No air leakage.

“What do you say? When can I drink it?” Stu clapped his hands and succeeded. His face was full of hope and his lips coveted Su Shuiju.

“At least a month. Here, bury it under the cherry tree.” Su Shuiju refers to the place where the laurels were last buried, indicating that the grapes were also buried there.

The underground temperature is so low, it's such a hot day that it doesn't break.

“Sister, one day the cherry tree will be torn to death by you.” Stu rolled his eyes and took his head to dig the pit.

“So... under the date-palm tree?” Su Shui stroked his sinking stomach and blinked, thinking of the big date tree in the south courtyard. But isn't it the sun? Is the temperature too high?

“You can't stop choosing under the tree!” Stu muttered. If the wine is buried under the tree, the roots must not be shattered!

“So... where did you say you were buried?” Isn't it cold under the tree? Besides, there's not a song in the song: Bury the good wine under the tree, it smells like incense every few years...

“Alas, let Uncle Shifu build a cellar sometime.” Stu shook his head helplessly. He could see that the woman in front of him, bathed in the glow of motherhood, was definitely going to make more wine. If you don't find a cellar for your wine, this big cherry tree for you to sleep in, it's going to ruin in her hands.

“The cellar?” Su Shuiju sat on the stone stool, holding his hands against his chin, watching the Stu digging the dirt pit a few steps outside, pondering the possibility of his proposal.

This is unrealistic. Decades of old houses, although they look quite new after the powder decoration, have essentially collapsed. Otherwise, Yao wouldn't be in a hurry to build another one.

However, a cellar can be built in the new house. Even if it is not necessarily used exclusively to store wine, other winter rice grains, meat and dried fish are stored in places. Moreover, rather than building warehouses on the ground, it would be better to build cellars underground. Though this kind of project is a little bigger. But it's a good proposition, isn't it?

“Thank you, son.” Su Shuiju smiled at Shi Shuiju, who worked so hard, and went into the study to find a similar book reference cellar design.

“Oh, is that what pregnant women do? One idea later. How can one turn around and change his mind when he says he's finished making wine to make sour plum soup? Alas, I really want to drink sour plum soup —— Jun, do you really want to?” Stu stood up for a nap, and a string of crystalline liquids flowed around the corner of his mouth, speculating.

“Woo woo... I'm not coveting any sour plum soup, I'm eating meat at night. Meat ——” Little pure head shook its tail for half a day, then walked to the south courtyard river with the pace of correction to the dry stare to unwind.

Leaving behind the wretched Stu, he still waves the hoe, digging the pit, burying the wine pit… (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)