"Don't you feel sorry for those moldy sweet potatoes? Why don't you use those sweet potatoes to make wine?"
Yong'an didn't know how to make wine, so he just said it casually.
Hua Xiaogu shook his head while peeling the skin carefully: "Sweet potatoes are poisonous once they get moldy and cannot be eaten. Besides, to make wine, you have to use the best food."
When Yong'an heard this, he immediately remembered the past. Every year when the Hua family made wine, they would go to the countryside to collect grains. They would pick out the grains bit by bit with their hands and only buy the best ones.
Although Mr. Hua is a good picker, he is also generous in giving money. Others asked him, isn't it all grains? Why do you have to use these grains that are so good that they can be used to make seeds?
Mr. Hua smiled honestly and sincerely: "To make wine, you have to use the best food."
Yong'an thought of this and took one more look at Hua Xiaogu by the firelight.
Hua Xiaogu was peeling the skin carefully at this moment and didn't pay much attention.
After finishing all this work, Hua Xiaogu hurriedly wiped his sweat, took out a roasted sweet potato, peeled it open and ate it.
After eating the sweet potatoes, Hua Xiaogu continued to work by the light of the fire. The peeled sweet potatoes were cut into strips one by one and spread thinly on the big stone next to them, ready to be dried.
Yong'an watched Hua Xiaogu busy at work, so he also took action.
"We will have a lot of work tomorrow." Hua Xiaogu said to Yongan while working.
"I'll continue to keep an eye on the Fu family. What do you want to do?"
Hua Xiaogu took the time to smile at Yongan: "I have to buy something more."
"Jiuqu?"
Hua Xiaogu immediately rolled her eyes at him: "I'm going to buy music? Are you treating me badly?"
Yong'an was also happy: "Yes, your Hua family is composed of music."
It was very late at night when I finally cut most of the sweet potatoes into shreds and spread them out on the big rocks to dry.
Hua Xiaogu carried a small basin to get water to wash his face, but Yongan was too lazy to move. Hua Xiaogu washed himself, stretched out his legs and kicked Yongan who was lying in the shack.
"Go and wash up quickly before going to sleep."
Yong'an frowned impatiently: "What are you doing? You're obviously sleeping in the wilderness, why are you so impoverished?"
"How can we be poor? If we are not clean, we will easily get sick. Do you think we can get sick in the way we are now?"
Yongan squirmed in the shack for a while, and finally stood up crookedly and walked towards the creek.
As he walked away, he shouted: "Don't peek!"
"Bah, look what are you doing? I can make money?"
That night, because there was another person next to him, Hua Xiaogu slept particularly peacefully.
There is no need to pay special attention to the surrounding movements, and because the shack is sturdy, there is no need to worry about it raining in the middle of the night.
Therefore, early the next morning, Hua Xiaogu suddenly felt that his whole body was full of strength.
When she woke up, Yongan had already started busy roasting sweet potatoes, and was tinkering with a long wooden stick along the way.
Hua Xiaogu rubbed his eyes: "What are you doing?"
"Are you awake? I've roasted the sweet potatoes for you. You can eat them first. I'm making a plow. Didn't I want to plant some sweet potatoes?"
Hua Xiaogu said "Oh", then pulled down the cloth hanging on the rope, took the small brush and salt, and walked towards the stream with the small basin.
Yongan glanced at Hua Xiaogu, and then curled his lips: "Women are trouble."
The two of them finished their breakfast while chatting, then put out the fire and walked down the mountain together.
