The new book of the burning prairie star

"But brother, our car was damaged and our belongings were smashed to pieces by those bad guys." Yang Xiaohua was very sad.

"It's okay. Didn't they pay for it? We can just buy a new one." Yang Biao consoled. He couldn't block the workers' way, so he cleared the broken things from the road first, and then said to his sister, "Let's go to the carpenter's shop to buy a car first."

He carried Yang Xiaohua onto the mule and then led the mule away. He couldn't help but complain that the ancient times were too feudal, not even brothers and sisters were allowed to ride together. The sun was so hot that it almost melted people.

After buying the necessary items in the county town, it was already very late when we arrived at Yangjia Village.

"Why did you come back so late today?" Yang Lin had gone to bed a long time ago, but Xiao Zhang was still sitting in the yard waiting for the door.

"Well, something delayed me." Yang Biao covered his face with his hands, not wanting to worry Xiao Zhang. "Mom, have you boiled water for Xiao Hua to take a bath? I want to take a bath too. It's too hot today, and I feel sticky and uncomfortable." Before he finished speaking, he rushed out to the yard.

"Hey, I haven't got my change of clothes yet." Seeing him running away, I couldn't help but laugh: "This kid looks like he's being chased by a dog."

"Mom, I'm going to take a shower. You go out first." Yang Xiaohua didn't want her mother to see that she had injuries on her body.

"Well, is Xiaohua starting to dislike her mother?" Xiao Zhang smiled helplessly. In the past, the mother and daughter always washed together. "Mom, wipe Xiaohua's back."

"No need, mother can go ahead and do whatever you want." Yang Xiaohua pushed Xiao Zhang out of the kitchen without saying a word, closed the door, and leaned against the door and let out a long breath.

next day

When Xiao Zhang saw the wound on Yang Biao's face, she opened her mouth in shock and said in a trembling voice: "How did you do this? Ah..."

"I just had a fight with someone who was trying to steal a stall." Yang Biao didn't want Xiao Zhang to worry, so he didn't tell the truth.

"Do we need to rob the stalls in the county town?" Little Zhang was scared. "Brother Biao, the county town is too scary. We won't sell cold noodles anymore." She started crying. "Mom will do more embroidery, make clothes for people, and raise chickens and pigs. You can also make money. Don't go to the county town to sell cold noodles anymore."

"Mom..." Yang Biao hugged little Zhang and comforted her, "Don't worry about me, it's okay, at most I'll just sell it out this summer, and I'll study hard and prepare for the college entrance examination."

Qin Xiaoran was very moved when she saw the interaction between mother and son, and she probably thought of her family.

Yang Biao packed up and prepared to go to the county town. He saw Qin Xiaoran looking up at the clouds in the sky, with the thread in her hand motionless, and the cloth waiting quietly by the side.

After thinking about it, I decided not to disturb them and went straight to the county pier.

The days passed uneventfully, and soon it was time for the sorghum to ferment for a month.

Yang Biao puts a dustpan on another vat, fishes out the fermented sorghum, pours it into the dustpan to filter the fermented rice, and mixes the filtered sorghum with rice husks. Add water to the pot on the stove, put a wooden barrel for steaming wine, put rice husks at the bottom of the barrel, then put the processed sorghum in, install the wine filling port, use cloth to surround the barrel edge and press it tightly, then put a pot on the barrel, add water to the pot, and press the wine filling port with cloth to prevent leakage during steaming. Take a small jar and put it under the wine filling port. After the fire is lit and boiled, you can see the wine filling port flowing into the small jar. At this point, the wine is ready.

Yang Biao poured some of the wine in the small jar into a small wine pot and took it up to find the head of the village.

"Uncle, the village head..." Yang Biao knocked on the door outside the village head's house.

"Brother Biao, it's you," the village head came out from the inner room, "Next time you come, just open this door and come in."

"That won't do. The village chief trusts me, and I respect you."

The head of the village liked Yang Biao very much. He was always so humble and grateful. He quietly pulled him aside and said, "I heard that you have already married a wife? You spent twenty taels of money on the betrothal gift."

"Ah, when did I get married? Who told me that?" Yang Biao was shocked. This was too outrageous. How come I didn't even know where my wife was?

"Who told you that? Your mother told you that my old woman came to your house today and saw your young wife. She is very beautiful." The village head was a little unhappy. This kid was not kind enough to hide this from him. "You are embarrassed to sleep with someone. This is a major event in life. You have to marry a wife and have children when you grow up." The village head thought that it was a good idea to marry this girl. She could read and write. The only thing that was not good was that the bride price for girls in this county was too much. His grandson could not afford it. He could not afford it.

Oh, this is about Qin Xiaoran. Yang Biao felt the need to explain, "Uncle head of the village, it's not what you think. I just put her..."

"Okay, I was a teenager too, I understand." The head of the village looked as if he had been there too and understood it very well.

I just felt sorry for Qin Xiaoran who had to go through something she shouldn't have at such a young age. When she fell asleep, I carried her into the room, just like I was carrying my own daughter. Although she had been sleeping in her own room during this period, the two of them didn't do anything. I scratched my head, what should I do? How should I explain it? Should I say that I traveled from the modern era? But it would be strange if I said that anyone would believe it.

"What are you holding in your hand, kid?" The village head saw the small wine jug in his hand.

"Oh... This is the wine I brewed with sorghum. I just made it and wanted to give it to the head of the village to taste." Yang Biao quickly handed the wine pot in his hand to the head of the village.

"Oh, it's wine! Come in quickly and let me taste it." When the head of the village heard that it was wine, he became impatient.

"Hmm...hiss..." Li Zheng took a sip first, "It tastes very mellow," and then put the wine in the bowl under his nose to smell it, "The aroma is also very special," and drank the rest of the wine in the bowl in one breath. "Hmm, good wine, good."

This is why Yang Biao chose to make sorghum wine. First of all, the wine is clear and transparent amber, which is enough to beat the wines brewed by many wineries in the market of this dynasty. Then it has a strong and pure aroma. Finally, it tastes sweet, mellow and soft. The body of the wine is also full and delicate, which makes people have a long aftertaste.

It was too late for Yang Biao to stop him, "Uncle Lizheng, this wine has a high alcohol content. You can't drink it like this. You'll get drunk."

As he was talking, the village head poured another bowl of wine, "I can drink a lot, you can go out and ask around, I have never been drunk since I learned to drink." He drank it all in one breath. After finishing the drink, he smacked his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied.

So he grabbed the wine jug again and wanted to pour more, but Yang Biao hurriedly stopped him, saying, "You're kidding, this wine is over 50 degrees." "Uncle, I have something to talk to you about."