“I miss this little house so much…”
Ye Ming took out a clean quilt and mattress from the cabinet.
"It's just a lot older..."
"Old Hu, this post station still accepts guests."
Ye Ming turned his head to look at Ye Mo, who was standing next to him, holding a pillow, mattress and quilt in his hands.
"The original intention of building this place was to provide a place for people who haven't come down the mountain at night to stay."
Ye Mo threw the mattress onto the bed.
"I heard that Old Hu's son was stuck in the mountains and didn't come down because it was too dark. He accidentally fell down the mountain. So after this post station was built nearby, he came here specifically to take up his post."
"I see..."
Ye Ming nodded and took a deep breath.
"Dad, if I..."
Ye Ming originally thought of a wave of deep affection between father and son, but before Ye Ming could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ye Mo with a look of disgust.
"Don't even think about it. As the saying goes, a son isn't your own. If you really do that, I won't have any feelings towards you..."
Ye Mo said this, but in fact, if something similar really happened, he would probably go crazy.
After all, this is still my son. Even though I don't like him very much, but...
After all, he is my son.
"Alright, alright, hurry up and get some sleep. We have to go down the mountain tomorrow. We'll have to grind these herbs into powder and then start brewing the wine. The brewing process should be able to last, but it still needs to be stored for seven days. Leave the distillation to me."
Ye Ming nodded.
"Okay, then I'll go to sleep first. I've been collecting herbs all day and I'm exhausted..."
"You are tired, am I not tired too?"
Ye Mo retorted subconsciously.
…
“Mmmmm…”
Ye Ming and Ye Mo, father and son, pushed the millstone with all their might.
After returning from the post station on the mountain, the medicinal herbs collected yesterday were directly put into the ones delivered today, and the drying process was quickly completed in the roaster.
This made Ye Mo sigh that modern technology is really powerful.
In the past, he could only wait for God to dry the herbs. Now, he puts them in the machine, and the machine will automatically dry them after a while.
"This thing is really difficult..."
Ye Ming grinned and complained while pushing the millstone.
"Shut up, you're still a young and strong man, and I'm already a middle-aged bald man. I haven't even complained about being tired, so why are you complaining about being tired?"
Ye Mo glanced at Ye Ming speechlessly.
"Now you know why I spent so much time trying to figure it out, and your kick mixed it all up. Why should I break your butt in the end?"
"Um?"
Ye Ming looked at his biological father in shock.
"No, Dad, when you say opening a flower, you don't mean physically, do you?"
"Well... isn't that nonsense?"
Ye Mo answered his son's questions while pushing the millstone.
"Why don't you feel it yourself? You worked hard for a whole year to get something together, and finally at the most critical moment, it was suddenly ruined by one person..."
"How about we try a different metaphor?"
Ye Mo's painting style changed.
"Think about it, if your wife has been with you for a year and gave birth to a child, and then someone suddenly comes out and says that the child is not yours, what would you think?"
Yi Zhiyue and Ye Yueyue, mother and daughter, who were drinking milk and watching the father and son grind the medicine, said: ???
No, what does this mean? How can I see myself in the play?
"Dad, how could you say that about your own daughter-in-law and your own granddaughter?"
Ye Ming stared at Ye Mo with wide eyes and asked.
"I'm just talking about a metaphor, a metaphor! Don't you understand what I mean?! Oh... Honey, be gentle, be gentle..."
After hearing Ye Mo's metaphor, Liu Yinlan, who was furious, grabbed his ear and took him into the house to teach him a lesson.
Listening to the familiar sound of the process of stir-frying meat with belts coming from the room, Ye Ming nodded, and then.
"Let's use props..."
Ye Ming opened the system backpack and found a prop to temporarily increase his strength. After adding some strength, he pushed the millstone several times at full speed.
Although the process has become particularly easy, it is also particularly boring.
"call……"
Half an hour later.
"Why haven't you come out yet? I've already ground the medicine, but you haven't told me how to make the wine next..."
Ye Ming looked at the house with some confusion.
Inside the room, the sound of Ye Mo being scolded by his wife had stopped. Logically, he should have come out to help.
"Dad! Come out quickly! I've applied the medicine, come out quickly and prepare to brew the wine!"
"Ah! Okay, okay, I got it. I'll be right over!"
Ye Mo limped out of the house, and Liu Yinlan came out from behind and pointed at Ye Mo and cursed.
"Old Ye Zi! I'm telling you, if you dare to say anything bad about my precious daughter-in-law and my precious granddaughter again, I'll beat you to death!"
“Yes, yes, yes…”
Ye Mo nodded in panic, fearing that if he answered a second later, he would be dragged into the house and beaten again.
"Dad, your status is really humble enough..."
Ye Ming, who was collecting the medicinal powder, looked at this humble man, and his father didn't know what to say.
"Go away..."
Isn't your family status also very low? !
Ye Mo rolled his eyes at his own son and looked at the quality of the medicine powder.
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