Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1045 - 1025. Fetch wine

Chapter 1045: 1025. Fetch wine

It gets dark early in winter; by six o’clock, it’s already quite dark.

Song Tan walked ahead with two bottles of alcohol, while Secretary Xiaozu futilely opened the flashlight on her phone, following the path up the back mountain, occasionally getting whipped by the thin branches in front of her, scrambling in a fluster.

But look at Song Tan, moving lightly and naturally, as if even the bit of light from the flashlight doesn’t affect her.

Gosh!

She felt a bit dejected, thinking to herself that kids who grow up in small mountain villages really are different, they just know how to walk mountain roads.

The Sweet Potato Cellar wasn’t far, and Song Tan looked at the lid covering it on the ground, sincerely inviting:

"Do you want to go down and have a look?"

With that, she exerted her arm and easily lifted the simple wooden lid, about 80cm in diameter, revealing the dark and deep Sweet Potato Cellar beneath.

The temperature inside the Sweet Potato Cellar was a bit warmer than the mountain forest above, bringing out a slight earthy smell.

Secretary Xiaozu: ...

Honestly, she had strong beliefs, but this place easily made one think of some mysterious and unpredictable murder cases and village tales.

So much so that she quietly stood aside with the flashlight while frantically shaking her head:

"No, no, I’m not skilled, it would likely waste time."

Remembering the movies she had seen, she couldn’t help but ask: "Do you need to light a candle to test the oxygen level?"

Song Tan glanced at her with a half-smile: "Don’t worry, this is a Sweet Potato Cellar, not a tomb raid."

"Moreover, rural cellars are dug with care, the lids have ventilation holes, and usually Qiaoqiao goes up and down fetching sweet potatoes. It’s not as scary as you think."

Thinking about it, she called towards the equally dark mountain forest shadows: "Da Wang."

The dry leaves crunched underfoot, and soon, a huge dog emerged from the forest, draped in shadows.

Although it was the middle of winter and dogs had free shifts, Da Wang was used to this area and still guarded the pig pen daily.

After all, there was a little pig he traded for in there too. Upon seeing Song Tan, he immediately nudged his head over—

He had sharp ears!

Whenever the family gathered a large crowd, today’s dog meal was bound to be very sumptuous!

At this moment, Da Wang stared at her eagerly, the newly bought large red bib with black dots and green edges on his chest was furry, not looking fierce at all but inexplicably honest.

At least, Secretary Xiaozu felt complete safety gazing at him.

"Da Wang Da Wang!"

She quickly left Song Tan, went over, and hugged Da Wang’s neck tightly with a sigh of relief:

"You hurry up and go fetch the alcohol, I’m going to drink tonight too, no need to worry up here, with Da Wang here, he will protect me."

Song Tan was both amused and exasperated: "Alright, alright, I should’ve known not to bring you. Aren’t you a cadre? Why are you still afraid of the dark?"

"What do you know?" Secretary Xiaozu said honestly:

"I’m not afraid of the dark, but rather the associations it brings to my mind."

But Da Wang didn’t care about her, stretching his head towards the dark Sweet Potato Cellar and sniffing, clearly smelling something good.

Song Tan suddenly had a thought: "Da Wang, can you drink alcohol?"

"Woof!" Da Wang responded accommodatingly, almost like calling out.

After all, he could smell the good stuff below. There were sweet potatoes and strange fragrances, but that aroma was even more tempting than sweet potatoes!

In the darkness, Da Wang’s round dog eyes reflected the beam of the flashlight, showing a glistening craving.

Song Tan found it hard to resist, so she gave Da Wang’s head a rub: "Big guy, don’t pretend to be pitiful—alright, after the pig slaughter feast, if there’s nothing else, I’ll sneak you a taste!"

Generally, dogs shouldn’t drink, but this household has always been rough, and this alcohol indeed had some good stuff in it.

But Song Tan was truly afraid that if she fed him now, whether Da Wang got drunk or slept it off... Forget the pigs on the mountain’s safety, even Da Wang himself wouldn’t be very safe.

Secretary Xiaozu glanced at her: "What’s up with you? You can’t just randomly feed dogs things. Da Wang is so excellent; don’t feed him alcohol and make him dumb."

Thinking about it, she urged her again: "Hurry up, the fish will be cooked soon, will we still get a turn to eat?"

"Right, since you’re already going down, bring us a sweet potato for our Da Wang..."

Look at this shameless look; does Da Wang care about you? You’re pampering Da Wang like Baobao and even trying to bring him a sweet potato, why don’t you just go down and get it yourself?

Song Tan snorted, then climbed down the ladder into the Sweet Potato Cellar.

Secretary Xiaozu was still looking on top, so after landing, she turned on the flashlight too.

The glimmering light shone around; the sweet potatoes once piled high in half the Sweet Potato Cellar had visibly decreased by a third.

But you can’t really blame them.

Primarily, it’s due to staying idle at home in winter, warming by the fire, making it easy to roast a few chestnuts and a couple of sweet potatoes... It seems this is human instinct, nothing to do with being greedy.

Looking further inside, nestled within the seemingly unremarkable soil layer were glass beads brought by Qiaoqiao, acting as formation eyes enveloping the surroundings.

Spiritual Energy was gathering thinly, like smoke, like mist. Although still pitifully sparse, it was already better comparatively.

The several jars of alcohol were stored in there.

Song Tan carefully lifted the lid, took a large ladle from the box beside her, and began scooping alcohol into the bottle.

Despite the number of people today, with each consuming about two ounces, these solidly capacious farmhouse bottles were just enough with only two bottles.

Once everything was filled and back to its original state, she plugged the bottle cap with hemp rope, picked it up with one hand, and touched the ladder with the other to climb up smoothly.

Secretary Xiaozu was still there hugging Da Wang, murmuring. Although she acted vigorously normally, she would soften her tone whenever there was a chance to tease Da Wang, liking to use reduplicative words.

Song Tan had gotten used to it and now handed her the alcohol bottles: "Hold them tight."

Then picked up the lid she had put aside earlier to reseal the cellar entrance.

And Secretary Xiaozu, who moments ago was whispering sweetly to the dog, only raised her arm slightly, catching the strong aroma of alcohol, her whole body almost melting.

So fragrant, so fragrant...

Although she usually didn’t drink much, she hadn’t tasted too little of her own fine alcohol. Now, this unique fragrance felt richer and purer than on the brewing day.

Gazing at these large two bottles, she thought if she had a plate of peanuts in front of her, she could finish the whole thing tonight!

She muttered this to herself, and Song Tan couldn’t help but glance at her: "There are twenty or thirty people eating tonight, at least twenty of them could have a sip..."

"If I kept these 5 catties of alcohol for you, might as well park your car at the hospital entrance."

"You don’t understand." Secretary Xiaozu’s expression was complex: "If these two bottles were given to my grandpa, if no one stopped him, he could truly sit at the hospital entrance and drink."

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