Wanjin Lady

Chapter 110: Rake

In the backyard martial arts training ground, the man wore a silver mask, a black tight-fitting robe, and held a wooden stick as thick as his wrist, practicing with a loud noise.

There was still water on the ground from last night's rain, but the man looked focused. The long stick in his hand changed endlessly, moving in and out, shifting his body, and only moving forward and backward within a few feet. The shadow of the stick was like a mountain, protecting his body. The stick's power was like a rainbow drinking from a stream, repelling the enemy like a city wall and breaking the enemy like thunder and lightning.

Wen Wan looked a little dazed.

Zhao Heng paused his movements and called out to her. A man in the morning mist slowly approached, carrying a long staff. "My lady, as the saying goes, 'Young men fear fists, while old men fear staffs.' Your delicate frame might not give you an advantage in a bare-handed fight, but a staff fight would be a completely different story. Staff techniques don't emphasize brute force, but rather skill and technique, combining both hardness and softness. They're very suitable for women to learn for self-defense."

Zhao Heng extended his hand, his eyes burning, "I'll teach you."

The winery has reached the critical stage of main fermentation in brewing new wine, and people cannot be left alone for a moment. In addition, there is also the matter of wine research and development. Wen Wan practiced for half an hour, and only wiped herself dry and went to the winery until her arms were sore.

Thinking of the messy dreams she had last night and Zhao Heng's idea of ​​returning to Shou'an, Wen Wan always felt uneasy.

Those who are deceived will leave sooner or later.

Yesterday she used the excuse that Yuan Liulang was going to deal with the Wen family to keep Zhao Heng temporarily, but as time went on, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't have other ideas.

What if... he remembered everything and found out that there was no such thing as his stepmother and brother hunting him down, and it was all a scam, then she would be truly attacked from all sides.

Wen Wan pinched the purse around her waist that originally belonged to Zhao Heng. There was Zhao Heng's identity pass in it. She took it out and looked at it carefully again, trying to convince herself that Zhao Heng was really Zhao Heng, a farmer in Shou'an County and a professional bodyguard.

As for the suspicious points about him, she didn't need to pay attention to them.

What good would it do her to get to the bottom of this?
What if we find out that even his pass and identity are fake?

Is it possible to kick him out of the Wen family at this critical juncture?
Wouldn't Wen Wan become a laughing stock in Ping County? Wouldn't the drama of the clansmen forcing her to be adopted be repeated?
Wen Wan's eyes became more determined. No matter what, before she got pregnant, Zhao Heng was still useful to her and she must not let him go!

Lu Ping and Hong Mei were originally going to follow Wen Wan to the winery, but Wen Wan changed her mind at the porch in front of the door. "Hong Mei, you're not going to the winery today. There's a temple on Lingshan Mountain that's said to be very effective for praying for children. Go there for me."

Hongmei agreed immediately, then reminded her, "Miss, when it comes to praying for a child...I think you should go in person to show your sincerity."

Lu Ping also said, "That's right, young lady. When it comes to praying for a child, you should either go in person... or ask an elder to go. Only then will the Bodhisattva feel your sincerity."

Wen Wan pondered for a moment, "Then Hongmei, you put on my clothes, pretend to be me, and go in the carriage. When the time comes, just say my name. The Bodhisattva shouldn't be able to recognize you, right?"

Anyway, among so many people in the world, Bodhisattva is definitely face-blind!
But Hongmei shook her head when she heard this bad idea, "Miss, this is deceiving the Buddha! I... I dare not... I'm afraid of karma..."

Lu Ping volunteered, "Miss, let me go, I'm not afraid."

Hongmei pulled her sleeve and said, "You silly girl, you dare to rush forward for anything. Why didn't I know you were so brave before?"

"What's there to be afraid of when helping a young lady? Besides, isn't it true that Bodhisattvas are dedicated to saving all living beings and caring about the world? If she punishes him for this, then he's not a good Bodhisattva!"

Wen Wan was amused by Lu Ping, patted her shoulder and said: "Good girl, you actually dare to morally blackmail the Bodhisattva——"

Lu Ping asked, "What is moral kidnapping?"

"Well, it means courageous."

Lüping scratched her head and smiled sheepishly. She leaned closer to Wenwan and began another round of sweet talk, "Miss, you can see now, right? I'm the only one in the entire Wen family who is truly loyal to you. Don't worry, I will work hard, and after Chen Ma passes away, I, Lüping, will be the head steward of the Wen family!" At that moment, Chen Ma, who was busy in the kitchen, sneezed several times, wondering which brat was talking about her behind her back again.

Hongmei rolled her eyes to the sky.

Waiting online: What should I do if my green tea colleague always steals my work?
Wen Wan's lips twitched as she gave the little green tea sprout a high degree of affirmation for her positive career ambition. "Of course, I know you... you have always been the most loyal and well-behaved. Neither Hongmei nor Chen Ma can compare to you."

Lu Ping smiled shyly, looking at her with sparkling eyes, "Then... Miss, can I wear your smoky-colored double-breasted jacket?"

Hongmei snorted coldly, "You little devil, you still want to wear a girl's clothes, girl, please don't spoil her!"

"You can wear whatever you like. You can also wear whatever cosmetics and jewelry in your dressing box."

Hongmei stamped her feet anxiously, "Miss, you can't spoil Luping like this. This girl has become wild."

"Oh, my little girl...if I don't spoil her, who will?"

The two girls, Hongmei and Luping, were only fourteen or fifteen years old, and in later times they would still be in junior high school.

Wen Wan pulled Hongmei out and said, "Come on, come on, I'll spoil you for once. Don't you like eating golden thread dates? I'll buy you half a pound so you can eat as much as you want on the way, okay?"

Hongmei pouted, but she couldn't hide her happiness on her face. "Doctor Yan said that eating too much sweet food can damage your teeth."

Lu Ping was still fanning the flames, "Girl, I'm not afraid of bad teeth. Please bring me some mung bean cakes!"

Hongmei spat at her, "You wish!"

When Wen Wan and the others arrived at the winery, the ground in the main courtyard was covered with a thick layer of rice husks. After going through the processes of steaming, cooling, and putting the wine into the jar, they came to the fermentation stage, which was the most demanding step.

Master Ma is very careful and has been by Feng Shuigen's side all these days. He watches over the rake during the day and studies wine with Feng Shuigen at night, which makes him very tired.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Master Ma standing there while others continued to repeat the process.

"The bubbles have pushed the mash to the surface. This is what winemakers call a thick blanket." Master Ma pointed at the jar, then put his ear to the edge, reached in with his clean hands to feel the hollow shell of the mash, "Now we have to start raking. Zheng San, add some boiled water—"

A basin of boiled water was slowly lowered into the wine vat. Master Ma rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the wooden rake next to him and stirred the fermenting wine vat vigorously a few times, and the temperature of the entire fermentation liquid slowly dropped.

"Young Master, this step of raking is crucial. Otherwise the wine will become sour and astringent."

Ma Changshun taught Wen Wan, the young master, with all his heart and effort.

"It's cool right now, the temperature is just right, we can't delay at all." Ma Changshun thought about it with dread, "The autumn has cooled down quickly this year. Fortunately, the young master's grain arrived just in time. If it had been any later, the sudden drop in temperature would have affected the fermentation, and then we would have been powerless to save the situation."

Wen Wan nodded and concluded, "Winemaking is also a business that depends on the weather."

Readers, get your tissues ready, the torture is about to begin.

The author is ready with a pot lid, for he's about to get stabbed.

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