Chapter 561: Wow, it

Zhou Tianyu was following his father toward Song Tan's house, feeling quite reluctant.

The further he walked, the wider his eyes grew!

He had been back in the village for several days, but the village was full of elderly people who, upon meeting him, would immediately ask about him getting married, having children, dating, and how much he made in salary, house, and car... It made him very unwilling to show his face, so he had spent the last few days indoors with the air conditioning on.

His father had also told him more than once to go chat with Song Tan.

He understood that all too well!

When you're young, they ask other people's children to share study tips. When you're older, they ask other people's children to share success stories...

Therefore, he was filled with resistance.

But there was no help for it; his parents kept urging him, so he had no choice but to follow along reluctantly.

Yet, he hadn't expected that while Song Tan's house was in a remote location, the house itself was built so well!

With white walls and grey tiles, flying eaves and upturned corners, it looked just like a garden, exquisite and grand!

It was just that the large expanse of concrete in front of the gate was empty, with only a dilapidated pickup truck parked there, which made him feel as if weeds had grown in this fairyland—very discordant.

He couldn't help but mutter, "Why leave such a large patch of concrete at the entrance? The rustic charm of a mountain village is gone, and it's not a refined villa either; it doesn't fit either way..."

Zhou Maozhu indeed glanced at him, thinking that the child was becoming increasingly unreliable.

His family didn't have the conditions, but if they did, who wouldn't want such a large patch of concrete?

He heard Song Sancheng say that the ground beneath his entrance was even poured with concrete!

How convenient it would be to dry corn and vegetable greens later! And you wouldn't have to step in mud when it rained! It also saved the motorcycle from getting the courtyard all dirty when it entered.

It was also convenient for relatives to drive over during holidays.

In short, in Zhou Maozhu's eyes, the large patch of concrete outside the courtyard was simply the best thing ever!

But he didn't say a word.

Because he had noticed over the past two days that the more he said, the less Zhou Tianyu believed him, and the less he wanted to listen.

He simply brought him here today to let the child experience the beatings of a successful person.

And as they entered the courtyard, the family of three sniffed in unison—

"Oh my, this smell of alcohol is quite strong."

Mao Zhu's wife exclaimed.

Zhou Tianyu's eyes, however, lit up—

What a fragrant smell of alcohol!

Wu Lan was holding a large stainless steel basin containing steamed pumpkin peels, with small, unidentifiable colored grain crops piled on top.

What is this? Zhou Tianyu muttered, looking at it and finding it familiar, yet unable to name it. But with such a strong smell of alcohol, could it be some new variety of purple rice fermented glutinous rice?

He had a sudden realization and added a silent critique: Then this fermented rice wasn't made well; the whole courtyard was filled with a rich smell of alcohol, it was a bit too strong.

"Tianyu, this is your Aunt Wu Lan." Zhou Maozhu reminded him.

Zhou Tianyu was still decent in his social interactions, so he raised a smile: "Auntie, are you making pumpkin sweet wine soup tonight? The smell of alcohol is so strong."

He was full of expectation.

Ah, this.

Now it was Wu Lan's turn to be embarrassed; holding the large stainless steel basin, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

It was Mao Zhu's wife who saw that something wasn't right and quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Yes, this smell of alcohol is indeed too strong. Wu Lan, what are you making? It looks like sorghum."

She glanced at her son, thinking that Mao Zhu was right. Their family didn't grow much sorghum, but it was common to see in the village fields; how could the child not even recognize sorghum after being away for a few years?

Wu Lan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly laughed, brushing the matter off lightly:

"We brewed some wine at home, and the steamed sorghum is of no use, so I just mixed it with the pumpkin peels to feed the pigs."

As she spoke, she sized up Zhou Tianyu and praised him profusely: "This must be Tianyu! It's been quite a few days, you've grown so big! But you're a bit thin; is the pressure of living in the big city too high? Come back and have your mom stew more meat for you to nourish yourself."

But in her heart, she thought: Just as Qiao Qiao said, a square face. And the cheeks are sunken...

No, no, can't think about it anymore!

Thinking of the expression Qiao Qiao made with his pouting lips, she felt like laughing.

Zhou Tianyu's square cheeks turned red in an instant.

The pig feed was wine dregs, and he had asked if it was pumpkin sweet wine soup for himself?

He was supposed to be living in a big city, but he hadn't even managed to show any presence before losing all face.

Zhou Maozhu, however, leaned forward with interest, reached out to pinch a handful of sorghum, and then smelled the even richer aroma of alcohol, unable to contain his anticipation:

"Good wine! Good wine! I'll be benefiting from your family's luck tonight."

"What's this?" Wu Lan smiled nonchalantly, while greeting Qiao Qiao:

"Come, take the plastic bags and pack these up one by one."

After all, there was too much sorghum and rice husk, and it couldn't be fed in one meal. Since it was hot today, it wouldn't be good to just leave it in the vat. It was better to listen to Song Tan, pack it up, freeze it, and take out a bag every few days to feed them.

As the group exchanged pleasantries, Zhou Maozhu didn't stand on ceremony and greeted his son and daughter-in-law to help Qiao Qiao pack the bags, while looking left and right, unable to help asking:

"Where's Sancheng? Where's Tantan?"

Wu Lan pointed to the back slope: "We need to find a place to store the wine we brewed, so we thought of putting it in that sweet potato cellar. But our sweet potato cellar hasn't been used for many years, so the child and her father went down to clean it up."

On the back slope.

As soon as the old door panel was removed, a wave of stuffy air rose from below.

Their cellar was actually quite large; after all, in those years, winter storage and grain storage all depended on this, and since every family had many children, Song Youde had dug it according to the situation at the time.

Never mind one vat of wine, a hundred vats would be no problem!

It was just that the entrance was made narrow. After ventilating for a while, Song Sancheng instructed Song Tan: "Go down slowly, tell Dad if you feel uncomfortable."

Although their cellar was basically not stuffy, what if?

Song Tan tugged at the hemp rope around her waist and looked at Song Sancheng, who was carefully pulling the rope around the tree, comforting him: "

It's fine, Dad, I've done a lot of work at home, I'm very agile now."

As she spoke, she braced her hands and went down along the cellar entrance.

On the slope, Song Sancheng nervously let out the hemp rope in his hands bit by bit, watching it slide inch by inch toward the sweet potato cellar on the tree trunk.

And down below, if she hadn't been afraid of scaring her father, Song Tan would have untied the rope long ago.

The sweet potato cellar, unused for more than ten years, had no dust, dampness, or seepage because it was well-sealed.

It was just that there were nests of insects on the walls, and quite a few crawling back and forth on the ground.

If it were the Song Tan of that year, she would have screamed a few times.

But at this moment, she just gave a disgusted "Eww," and then flicked her finger lightly.

Spiritual energy spread instantly!

Like an invisible force field pressing in all directions.

The insects paused sharply, then fled frantically along the hidden winding holes, and in just a moment, they were nowhere near the sweet potato cellar.

Only then did Song Tan slowly exhale.

Looking around, the entire cellar was not only restored to cleanliness and freshness, but the walls were also slightly sealed by the spiritual energy that had just spread, which was very appropriate.

She took a small broom and symbolically swept away some cobwebs and old traces, considering the task complete. ===== CHAPTER 562 =====