Two days later, the work to waterproof and smoke-proof the cellar was completed.
All that was left was to dig a tunnel from the Chen Family to Zhang He's Family, connecting the two houses. When chaos descends, whether it's rebels, bandits, or others, it's certain Chen Family will be the target.
It was noon.
Han Anniang had just about finished preparing the meal and laid it out.
On the table were lard-fried wild vegetables, cornmeal buns, wheat porridge, sweet fermented rice, and a plate of soybeans to go with the liquor. Of course, there was also meat.
The sweet fermented rice didn't have much alcohol, it was sweet and even Han Anniang could drink it.
Zhang River was very considerate, pouring a cup for Chen Mo and Han Anniang.
Clink-clank!
The sound of liquor being poured into bowls was crisp, with a clear light yellow color and a rich rice aroma.
Chen Mo had just taken a sip of the rice wine when a voice came from outside the house, "Is Brother Mo here?"
