"I'm going to Ji's house..." When Li Cuihua was happy, the ink in her mind was not enough, and she subconsciously told the truth.

Then he was stunned.

However, Zhao Chuanliang suddenly squinted his eyes, a trace of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and then asked again:

"What were you doing there?"

Li Cuihua didn't notice Zhao Chuanliang's abnormality. She thought that she had already said it anyway, so she stopped covering it up and said honestly:

"Not long ago, I saw in the county town that the new fruit wine was selling very well. I thought this fruit wine was made by Ji's family, so I went over to see if I could buy some for my man to try."

Of course, Li Cuihua said this to lie. Ever since Ma Xianfu's health was completely broken, he had been lying in bed every day.

She doesn't like how the man looks at her. She doesn't have any private money, so how can she buy him a drink?

Zhao Chuanliang's concern was not there. He just asked with interest:

"Is Ji's fruit wine really selling well?"

"That's not true!" Li Cuihua said without hesitation: "Their family has a cooperation with Huajian Restaurant. The wine is sold very well and the price is not cheap. It only took a long time for them to build a new house."

Speaking of this, Li Cuihua saw that it was getting late and was afraid that she would be too late and would not have a chance, so she prevaricates:

"Okay, Mr. Xiucai, it's getting late now, so I'll go over and see if there's any wine."

Zhao Chuanliang nodded and watched Li Cuihua's back disappear. The emotion in his eyes was dark and unpredictable.

But as for Li Cuihua, her previous talk of buying wine was just a pretense. How could she dare to get in front of the Ji family directly?

The Ji family now hates her deeply, and she also knows that rushing forward will only bring humiliation to herself.

So she just watched by the river nearby, but during this period of time, Ji's family was busy at home and didn't come out at all, so she had no chance to get close and take a look.

Seeing that it was getting dark, and the old woman at home would curse if she didn't go back, Li Cuihua reluctantly prepared to go back.

But it was God's blessing. She just walked over the river and saw a lot of jars in the yard of Ji's family. It seemed that they had not yet been filled with wine.

But with so many jars, it can be seen that the Ji family did brew a lot this time.

Thinking of what the waiter told her, Li Cuihua's eyes suddenly lit up and she slipped back with joy.

…

After solving Wu Er's matter, the Ji family is slowly getting back on track. In addition, the stones on the mountain have also been repaired. Now more people are willing to come and repair the Ji family's house.

Ji's family is very busy every day. This day at noon, the family gathered together and just finished eating, when they saw someone standing at the door.

Mrs. Ji squinted her eyes and smiled immediately:

"Chuanliang, why are you here? What are you doing standing outside? Shikang, hurry up and invite your uncle Chuanliang in!"

It turned out that the person standing at the door was none other than Zhao Chuanliang.

Zhao Chuanliang stayed in the village for some unknown reason, and even helped out at home for a few days, which made the village chief's wife get very happy and start talking to each other, and Mrs. Ji also listened.

Mrs. Ji is a typical smart woman. Although Zhao Chuanliang is a scholar, she does not approve of people who forget their parents once they become famous.

Therefore, I am very satisfied with what Zhao Chuanliang has done during this period, and I was very enthusiastic when I saw that he came to visit me specially.

Zhao Chuanliang's face was full of smiles after he was welcomed in. As soon as he came in, he saw Ji Shiliang who was concentrating on writing on the stone board and couldn't help but stop where he was.

"This kid knows how to practice calligraphy all day long." Mrs. Ji followed Zhao Chuanliang's line of sight and was happy: "Why don't you call you Uncle Chuanliang!"

"Uncle Chuanliang!" Ji Shiliang also respected this scholar very much, with eyes full of admiration.

He heard that this uncle had passed the examination as a scholar and no longer had to pay taxes on the family's land. This was such a great thing, and his grandma was always there to tell him.

Zhao Chuanliang's eyes flashed, and he stepped forward and touched Ji Shiliang's head.

He was wearing the robe most commonly worn by scholars. Different from the close-fitting sleeves of farmers, the sleeves of the robe were very wide.

When he touched Ji Shiliang's head, his sleeve rubbed against Ji Shiliang's forehead. Ji Shiliang looked up at Zhao Chuanliang in confusion, but could not see his face clearly because of the light behind him.

"Shiliang is smart and hard-working. If you can always stick to your heart, it may not be difficult to obtain fame in the future." At this time, Zhao Chuanliang's faint voice came, and there seemed to be some encouragement in it.

Ji Shiliang is just a little kid, no matter how smart he is, how smart can he be?

In his little mind, this particularly powerful uncle in front of him praised himself.

His little face turned red with excitement immediately, and he was too shy to look directly into Zhao Chuanliang's eyes.

"This boy is pretty sure-footed. If he falls in Chuanliang's eyes, it will be his blessing." Mrs. Ji smiled.

She is also busy now. The Ji family is in a troubled time now. On the one hand, they have to repair the house, and on the other hand, they are busy making wine for Shopkeeper Ye.

Even if Mrs. Ji is at home, she is always busy. Now she is on the ground checking whether the dried pears are up to standard, and her eyes are always on the ground to review.

Zhao Chuanliang said with a smile: "What you said is wrong. Shiliang has a good talent. What you need to study is talent..."

After he said this, his eyes fell on Mrs. Ji, and he seemed to say casually:

"Auntie, why does this pear need to be dried in the sun? If it had its own juice, wouldn't it be sweeter and more delicious?"

There was pure doubt in his tone, as if he was simply curious about this matter.

Mrs. Ji had a very good impression of him and had a good relationship with the village chief's family, so she answered him smoothly:

"These pears must be dried in the sun before they can be added to the wine. If fresh pear water is added to the wine, wouldn't it spoil the deliciousness of the wine?"

"My eldest wife still wants to make wine?" Zhao Chuanliang's eyes changed.

Mrs. Ji laughed: "No, this recipe has been passed down in my family for many years. The wine produced tastes very unpleasant and the smell of wine is strong! Now, the business is still good."

Zhao Chuanliang nodded when he heard this, and the subsequent topics always revolved around this aspect.

Ji Miaomiao, who was sitting next to her under the eaves by her grandmother, could tell something was wrong.

It stands to reason that as a scholar, Zhao Chuanliang would have an endless stream of people visiting him every day. Why would he go to their house and take the initiative to talk to them?

Not to mention how much he appreciates Ji Shiliang!

After coming over, they only exchanged a few words, more like they were making it for Mrs. Ji to see, and now every word is centered around their wine and recipes. Reminiscent of Li Cuihua's style in the past, Ji Miaomiao couldn't help it.

Don't think too much.

Once the seeds of suspicion were planted, Ji Miaomiao began to see something more and more wrong with Zhao Chuanliang. Seeing Zhao Chuanliang frequently inquiring about information, Ji Miaomiao's inner alarm rang loudly.

Seeing Mrs. Ji who was not talking heartily, Ji Miaomiao became extremely anxious.

Milk, stop talking!


Chapter completed!