Chapter 126 Yes, I’m a jerk
The noisy attack on Wang Dachui, which alarmed the entire village, passed amid the villagers' rare and unanimous disgust, and Xu Yu was not even stained with any dirt.
Everything seemed normal, and everyone in the Xu family seemed to believe it, but Sang Zhixia had a vague feeling that the old man must have seen something.
He is just too lazy to say more.
Not to mention what was obvious, no one believed anything the Wang family members who were willing to make a fuss said. Xu Yu accepted the title of a poor man who was framed without blushing or beating his heart. Before dawn the next day, he drove the rented mule cart to the door and steadily moved the sorghum wine that Sang Zhixia had prepared in advance onto the cart.
Sang Zhixia helped to fix it: "Didn't Shopkeeper Liu ask last time if he could brew other kinds of wine? You can also reply to him this time that fruit wine and the like cannot be brewed for the time being. It's winter and there's nowhere to find useful fruits."
"If you think that only sorghum wine and rice wine are not enough, then you can add bamboo wine in the future. Next time you send wine, bring a bottle to him to try first. If there is no problem, you can brew more."
Xu Yu reacted quickly: "Is this why you braved the snow to search for the bamboo forest a month ago?"
"What else do you think it's for?"
Sang Zhixia checked again and again to make sure everything was correct. He patted the wine jar on the cart and said, "We don't have many ingredients to buy right now, and there's not much left from the previously made koji. We can't find any new ingredients to make up for it, so we can't increase production in quantity. Now we can only focus on quality."
She said with some regret: "It's a pity that you don't have such a good fortune."
The base of bamboo wine is actually sorghum wine. The difference is that the freshly extracted wine is not put into wine jars for storage and accumulation of flavor. Instead, the freshly brewed wine is poured into the holes of bamboo joints, and the holes of bamboo joints are used as storage containers for fermentation.
Bamboo joints receive rain and dew from heaven, and have a refreshing fragrance that is unmatched by other plants and trees. If the wine is stored in bamboo joints for a sufficient time, the wine taken out will have a unique taste. If the timing is right, it can be regarded as a rare delicacy when served on the table.
Sang Zhixia herself likes it very much.
Unfortunately, Xu Yu was under a prohibition order.
Xu Yu could hear the deep sigh and emotion in her words and raised his eyebrows subtly: "Are you regretting that you can't bear to see me laugh at you?"
Sang Zhixia smiled and pulled the corner of her mouth: "It's better not to watch those annoying jokes anymore."
"Okay, be careful on your way. I'm going to the shed after I pack up."
The seedlings that were pulled out maliciously cannot be delayed. If they are rescued too late, the loss may be irreparable. Today, except for Xu Yu who went to deliver wine and the old lady who claimed that she was sick, the whole family was mobilized to carry out the seedling rescue operation, and she had to go to the scene to provide guidance.
Xu Yu hummed vaguely and was about to set off, but after thinking about it, he let go of the reins and turned back, reaching out to pinch Sang Zhixia's earlobe.
It doesn't hurt, just a little itchy.
Sang Zhixia was confused and said, "You..."
Xu Yu straightened her half-broken collar and said confidently, "Yes, I was impatient."
Sang Zhixia was speechless for a moment. Xu Yu even pinched her chin and said frivolously, "Don't worry. I'll hurry back to do the work in the fields."
"I'll buy you some candy when I get back."
He drove away. Sang Zhixia rubbed her pinched chin in a daze, and angrily cursed under her breath, "You're broke and you're saying you're buying me candy. Do you have money, my Lord?"
Xu Yu walked away, and Sang Zhixia suppressed his unnecessary amusement and stepped into his own home court.
It’s not that so many people in the family are unwilling to help, but they have never done such work as transplanting rice seedlings. Even if they get instructions, they don’t know how to do it properly, and it’s still a waste of effort after a long time.
Sang Zhixia was afraid her precious seedlings would all die, so she didn't bother to say anything more. She stepped on the mud in the paddy field, bent over and moved forward quickly. Her hands moved the seedlings apart and planted them with astonishing speed, and she kept talking: "Three or four in a cluster. Don't pinch the roots when pinching the stems. The roots should be about two knuckles deep in the mud. There should be about a palm's length between each cluster. Just work your way back."
Aunt Xu and the others hurriedly tried to follow suit, and unknowingly fell far behind Sang Zhixia.
Uncle Xu was used to being cautious in his actions. He was still muttering to himself the techniques that Sang Zhixia had mentioned, and waded forward.
Transplanting rice seedlings is a delicate job. If you do it for a long time, your back will ache. If you are slow, the roots of the seedlings may be damaged. Or if they are not transplanted properly, they may float out of the water again, wasting your efforts.
Sang Zhixia was afraid that if he delayed too long, things would go wrong, so he rushed to the front, leaving several people behind unable to catch up.
The old man propped up his aching waist and wiped the sweat off his face. He said to Xu Yanran, who was ordered not to go into the water, "Yanran, go get some water for grandpa."
Xu Yanran was a thoughtful person. She took out all the clean small bowls she had brought from the basket, poured water in them, and called out to everyone one by one, "Auntie, Second Auntie, Mom, you guys should drink some water too."
"Sister-in-law, I'll get you some water!"
Xu Mingyang stubbornly entered the water, creating countless splashes as he ran towards the edge of the ridge: "Sister-in-law!"
"I'll get you some water!"
"Hey, hey, hey, Xu Mingyang, don't run like that!"
Sang Zhixia was splashed with mud and water in her face. She was at a loss whether to laugh or cry as she grabbed Xu Mingyang, who had almost fallen into the paddy field. Just as she was about to throw the kid onto the ridge to play in the mud, the curtain of the shed that was isolating the cold was lifted. The people who came in saw the scattered people standing in the paddy field, and without saying anything, they started taking off their shoes on the side.
Xu Mingxu and Xu Jinxi, who were playing in the mud, saw this and shouted, "Second brother?"
"Second brother is here!"
Sang Zhixia turned around when she heard the voice, and her eyebrows twitched slightly when she saw Xu Minghui suddenly appear.
Xu Minghui seemed oblivious to her anomaly. Amidst the old man's surprise and Aunt Xu's excited gaze, he called everyone one by one before explaining, "Originally, I wasn't supposed to be back until New Year's Eve, but my employer was kind enough to allow me to take a few days off in advance. It was just finalized yesterday, and I haven't had time to explain the details to my family yet."
After he said that, he rolled up his trouser legs and walked out of the dirty muddy water. He picked up Xu Mingyang, who was making things worse, and asked him to stand on the ridge of the field. He also took the seedlings that had been turned into weeds from his hand.
"Grandfather, are we planting rice at this time of year?"
He had never worked in the fields, but as a young master of a wealthy family, he could not help but sigh about the preciousness of spring and the hard work of the farmers, so he could compose a few sad poems to go with the flow. It was not surprising that he could say such things after seeing this situation.
The old man was surprised that he came back at this time. He hummed and then frowned and asked, "Where's your father? Why is he not here?"
Xu Minghui smiled and said, "There are only my father and I in the boss's office. It's the busy season at the end of the year, so it's not a good idea to have both of us come back at once. My father won't be here for a few days."
"It will probably be delayed until New Year's Eve."
There are only five days left until New Year's Eve. Other families are rushing to fry fruits and prepare for the New Year, but they have to bend down and work hard for the damn Wang family.
The old man nodded with an unsure expression. Aunt Xu couldn't help but said distressedly, "Since you just got back, why are you rushing here?"
"Why don't you rest at home?"
Xu Minghui laughed. "My work out there is just picking up a pen and tidying up the account books. It's not hard work at all. Isn't it the same to rest anywhere?"
He was full of confidence when he went to the field, but when he stepped into the mud while holding the seedlings, he looked around and his face gradually showed confusion.
How do you plant rice seedlings?
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