Through the wild age

Chen Qiao and Maixi waited for fifteen days, and finally couldn't wait any longer, so they opened a can of wine and drank it as juice.Of course, in this process, Macy was at best a follower.

Well, sweet, very good.Each of them sat in the cellar with a bowl and tasted it slowly. For Chen Qiao, one bowl was far from enough, but looking at Mai Xi next to him, he decided to forget it.

He took out his old T-shirt that had been cleaned repeatedly. There were several holes in the not-so-good fabric, which had been mended by Chen Qiao.Now, it's going to pass off as gauze to filter wine.

After finally finishing it, Dila and Baya just came back from outside, so they asked the youngest member of the family to present them a bowl of wine.Baya tasted it, it was sweet, fruity and fresh, not bad.Dilla drank two bowls in one go, and Mai Xi was very jealous. In the final analysis, it was because he was too young.

Chen Qiao asked Dila to bring Maixi to each family in the clan to send some first barrels of wine to each family, which was considered to create popularity for the two of them.Most importantly, since it is a good thing, it should be shared by the people in the tribe. After all, Chen Qiao is also the "mother" of the tribe.

Two days later, Chen Qiao took another jar out of the wine cellar and filtered it. Finishing the first fermentation earlier would make the wine sweeter and have a lower relative alcohol content.There are two children in the family, and they cannot drink too much alcohol.

The filtered wine is stored in the jug that was emptied a while ago, and it is placed alone in another corner of the cellar.

"From now on, this can will be yours and your brother's. Save some and drink it, and it will be gone after you drink it."

"Hmph, whose are those?"

"My and your father's."

"unfair!"

"This is wine, you children can't drink too much." Chen Qiao was also very helpless, the youngest of their family had become more and more difficult to fool recently.

"Liar!"

"believe it or not."

"Wow..." A crying child is really not attractive at all, but he has been really wronged recently. Every time his father tells him, you are still too young...

Chen Qiao didn't like crying children, he didn't like them very much, every time he heard a child crying, he would feel irritable.When men are upset, they usually choose to remain silent.

So he didn't say much, and he came out of the wine cellar directly after finishing his work. It was almost dusk, and it was time to make dinner...

But no matter what I was doing, I felt uncomfortable in my heart.I can't help but think about this child's normal life, when he's messing around, when he's acting like a baby...

Mai Xi has been following Chen Qiao almost since she was sensible, and the first word she learned was "Dad"...

Well well, he compromised.

So he threw away the things in his hands and walked to the cellar. The light in the cellar was not very good, and Chen Qiao couldn't see anything when he went in. He only heard Mai Xi's voice timidly from the corner.

"dad."

"Stop crying?" Chen Qiao walked over and picked him up from the ground, and the child immediately wrapped his arms around his neck.After a while, I felt that my neck was hot and humid.

"Mai Xi is good, don't cry, the birds outside are laughing at you."

"..." Mai Xi still refused to say anything, and Chen Qiao felt guilty.He is such a big man, how can he have the same knowledge as a child, knowing that this child is so sensitive, how can he show a cold attitude?Chen Qiao felt that she was simply too wrong.

So I didn't make dinner, let's coax the children.

"Maxie, will Dad make you a discus tomorrow?"

--ignore.

"Oh, let's go up the mountain tomorrow to pick mushrooms, okay? Isn't Maixi most eager to go up the mountain?"

--ignore.

"Maxie..."

--ignore.

……

……

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Chen Qiao hadn't dealt with his son yet.

"Maxie, Dad told you, this wine, children will become stupid if they drink too much, and they must be 16 years old to drink.

The can we opened has only been stored for [-] days. It is sweeter and not so strong, so Dad gave it to you brothers to drink as juice, but that’s it, children should not drink too much, you know? "

"Will you really become stupid?" Mai Xi finally raised her small face and looked at her father with tears in her eyes. Chen Qiao's heart ached so badly that his liver trembled.

"That's right, Dad never drank it when he was a child, and if he drank even a little, he would be spanked." Chen Qiao replied solemnly.

"Will Maixi become stupid if you drink a little?"

"Well, just drink less."

……

In the end, the conflict was resolved, but the dinner time of the day was pushed back by more than a little bit.

"Dad, you said you're going to do the discus tonight."

"Didn't you not agree?" It's so late, who wants to do that.

"Hmm..." Mai Xi was defeated again...

Ever since the people in the tribe tasted the wine, they have been obsessed with the jars in their cellar. Chen Qiao yelled, why did he give away some to each family when he had so many things to do.Fortunately, most of them were polite to Chen Qiao and would not make excessive demands.But Patriarch Baya is under a lot of pressure.

Now he goes out every day with a bamboo jar of wine. When he arrives in the field, he first finds a spring to soak the jar in. The wine soaked in the spring water tastes refreshing and delicious. When he is thirsty at noon, he looks for it. Under a big tree, drink two sips of wine, squint for a while by the way, comfortable and cozy.

It's just that this kind of comfortable life is over within a few days, isn't it?The drinker is at it again.

"Patriarch, are you resting here?" It's nothing new to come here every day and ask this question every day.

"Yes."

"Shall I have a sip of the wine in your jar?"

"Okay." Helpless, depressed, unhappy.

"Save some, we haven't tasted it yet!"

So when the jar came back to Baya, it was already empty.So, repeat every day.He was very dissatisfied. If he hadn't taken into account the image of the patriarch, he would have really wanted to get angry.

"Patriarch, bring more out some other day, brothers are greedy."

"No, I didn't do this." Baya resolutely refused.

"What's the matter, you are not in charge of the family." The one who said this is definitely a villain.

"No, no, no, I want you to talk to Chen Qiao yourself." This group of people, big or small, didn't pay attention to him as the patriarch at all, but Chen Qiao seemed to be more majestic than himself.

"Hey, patriarch, how did your family get the wine? I want to get some myself." See, once they heard Chen Qiao's name, these people didn't dare to make bad decisions.

"There is a piece of grapes on the other side of the mountain. It is the piece of fruit we saw when we went hunting last time."

"Then what will you do after you get it back?"

"Prepare a few larger jars, and I'll ask Dila to teach you." He didn't dare to ask Chen Qiao to teach. It would be embarrassing if people didn't agree with him.

So in the next period of time, winemaking started in the tribe, and almost every household brewed some.

And Dila is the technical guide.