Su Binglan listened to her uncle and cousin while thinking.
Su Fengzhang said, "Don't worry, Binglan. There's a pot maker in the neighboring town who can make pots. It's a little far, but using an oxcart will be manageable."
"That's right, Cousin Binglan, "Su Wenxian nodded. My father and I can do it since it's so easy."
Su Wenxian was concerned his cousin would find it troublesome and give up on the winery.
Su Fengzhang was also anxious. He was now excited and wanted to make wine as soon as possible. He would feel proud if he could make a fragrant wine.
"Binglan, leave it to me. We want to make wine," Su Fengzhang said.
After some thought, Su Binglan said, "Uncle Fengzhang, how's the family in Willow Village that used to make pots?"
Su Fengzhang initially needed clarification, so he asked, "What do you mean?"
