Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 295 Fruit Wine_1

Chapter 295: Chapter 295 Fruit Wine_1

The rural families sold their wines at cheaper prices and each had a different flavor. Lin Xiaoquan led Nanzhi and her team to the two winemakers in the village.

After tasting the wines, Nanzhi felt somewhat disappointed.

The villagers all used mixed grains to brew wine, with each family using different ingredients, but the variety couldn’t mask her disappointment.

Seeing Nanzhi about to board the mule cart, Lin Xiaoquan knew that she wasn’t interested. He felt equally deflated and began to say his goodbyes.

However, the woman of the house hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Miss, aside from this sorghum wine, we also have wine suitable for women. Would you like a taste?"

Nanzhi paused her actions. Sensing her curiosity, Shen Miaomiao also asked, "Sister, what do you mean by ’wine suitable for women’?"

Surprised by their genuine interest, the woman became somewhat nervous.

"It’s something I brewed myself. There isn’t much, but the taste is pretty good, and it’s not intoxicating," she stuttered.

While the lady of the house was talking, her oldest daughter had already run into the house to fetch the wine.

The family’s surname was Xie. The husband, in his thirties, had learned winemaking after he separated from his family and had been supporting his family with wine sales ever since.

Ms. Xie was his second wife. His first wife had passed away due to frail health, and after meeting Ms. Xie, they married and became a family.

Ms. Xie was an outsider who had fled here many years ago. She had a forthright personality and enjoyed drinking. However, she couldn’t get used to the sorghum wine, so she learned her husband’s craft and brewed her own fruit wine.

Initially, the taste was just average. But over the years, with continuous practice and refinement, it had really become a craft.

The women in the village sometimes would spend a wen or two to buy a cup to taste.

Since the raw materials for the wine were wild fruits picked from the mountain, selling it for some extra income had been beneficial. As a result, she brewed more and more each year.

"What kind of wine is it?"

Before Ms. Xie could answer, her daughter walked out carrying a large bowl of wine.

Before Ms. Xie could react, the child had already approached Nanzhi and Shen Miaomiao.

"This is the fruit wine that my mother made. It’s very delicious. Try some, sister," she said.

The girl was wearing a coarse short coat, her hair was braided into two plaits. A younger child beside her seemed scared but was clutching her dress tightly.

The bowl was big and filled with more than half a bowl of wine. The wine had a faint red color and smelled of fruit.

"Daya, you come back here," shouted Ms Xie, nervous at her daughter’s impropriety.

Though she’s usually blithe, she becomes uncomfortable in front of nobility. Seeing Daya bring out such a large bowl, she tried to pull her daughter back.

How could a young lady accept such a coarse bowl?

Shen Miaomiao, however, stopped Ms. Xie’s action first, "Sister, be slower, or the child might fall."

"I’m really sorry. The child is still small and doesn’t understand." Ms. Xie quickly apologized, regretting her decision to show her fruit wine.

She had heard that these people came from the city to buy wine for their restaurant. Why had she foolishly thought they would be interested in her own product?

The more she thought about it, the more regretful she felt, thinking she had offended some important people.

Meanwhile, Nanzhi had already tasted the wine from the bowl.

The fruit wine was smooth, not strong, and had a sweet and sour taste.

In her opinion, this wine was worth buying.

"Miaomiao, try it," Nanzhi passed the bowl to Shen Miaomiao. It was too big for one person.

Seeing Nanzhi’s reaction, the girl guessed that the wine was good and nodded before taking a sip.

The taste was not the strong flavor she expected, but more of a sour and sweet fruitiness, which was more enjoyable than the other wines they’d tried.

Seeing they both drank it, Daya, who was standing by, waited expectantly for the result. Shen Miaomiao then passed the bowl back to her.

"Sister, how much do you sell this wine for?"

Nanzhi asked about the price. It took a while for Ms. Xie to realize that they were interested in her wine.

"Mom! Mom! The pretty sister is asking you a question!" Daya noticed her mother wasn’t responding and yanked at her sleeve impatiently.

"Well, well, I usually sell a cup for one or two wens. I’m not sure about the price for a larger quantity." Ms. Xie had merely wanted to try her luck; she hadn’t expected to actually sell her wine.

With Ms. Xie unsure of what to do, her husband stepped in and quoted a price.

Being a farmer, he didn’t ask too much, just three hundred wen for a jar, one hundred wen cheaper than his sorghum wine.

Some said he sold it at a low price, but he merely smiled and said that the ingredients for his wife’s wine were cheap, and he didn’t want to earn money he shouldn’t.

The brewing cycle of fruit wine was short, so Nanzhi first ordered three jars a month, paid a deposit, packed the fruit wine and left.

Before they left, Shen Miaomiao looked at the happy Daya with some emotion.

She took off a small plush flower from her own head and gave it to her.

Daya initially refused, but Shen Miaomiao told her it was the payment for the bowl of fruit wine. It was only then that Ms. Xie accepted with thanks.

Seeing Daya’s excited face as she held the small plush flower, Shen Miaomiao waved goodbye to her.

"Thank you, sister!"

The mule cart left the village leisurely. Seeing Shen Miaomiao’s melancholy face, Nanzhi softly touched her forehead.

"What’s the matter with you?"

"Sister Nanzhi, I feel like I’m dreaming,"

"Silly girl."

Knowing what Shen Miaomiao was upset about, Nanzhi just chuckled softly and didn’t say anything else.

She felt like she was dreaming too.

When they arrived at Niuniu Village, the sun was already high in the sky. On the way, they saw many people working in fields.

One quick-eyed one spotted Xu Chou sitting on the cart pole at first glance.

"Village Chief! Village Chief! That disaster has returned!" A man who saw Xu Chou was as if he had seen a ghost. He even forgot about his hoe and hurriedly went to the village chief’s field.

"You’re not young anymore, but still so jumpy," said the village chief, who was in his forties now and about the same age as Xu Chou. He was also one of the people who had thrown a stone at Xu Chou when they were children.

"Xu Chou, that disaster, has returned to the village! I saw it with my own eyes! He’s on that mule cart!" The one speaking was Xu Lao Liu, a thirty-something man without a wife or kids, who was looking forward to getting Xu Po’s house after she died.

He was one of the main advocates for throwing Xu Po’s body into the river a few days ago.

Not only did Xu Chou return, but he also invited people to give Xu Po a grand funeral.

He hadn’t seen Xu Chou in many days afterward, so Xu Lao Liu assumed he had left and was pleased with himself, thinking he could take possession of the house.

But why did he suddenly come back today?

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