Jordan could only nod his head, and couldn’t help sighing, “It would be great if I could make two catties of wine. Take ginseng soaked in wine and take a cold drink when entering the mountain. That guy must be very beautiful!”
Jeffrey Weaver said: “Widow Lee seems to know how to make wine. I have a chance to chat with her another day. Maybe she has hidden wine in her house.”
The father and son walked while chatting in the cold wind. After more than half an hour, they arrived at the entrance of the village.
The two did not immediately return to their dilapidated house, but went to Lee’s house in the village in the dark.
Although the foothills of Golim Mountain are poor, there is nothing lacking for everyone to rely on the mountains and eat the mountains.
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