The mother and daughter would only give in to each other when they were drinking. If things went wrong, they might even go to the courtyard to train.
Su Ji regretted buying too little.
However, there were too few places in the village where one could still buy wine, not to mention this home-brewed osmanthus wine.
Even if there were, most of them would be used as disinfectant. This was a method that Su Ji had personally taught the villagers a few days ago.
It had been a long time since Su Ji had a drink. When she was in high spirits, the mother and daughter's exceptionally similar hearty laughter rippled out of the thatched cottage.
When the villagers passing by heard this, they shook their heads in confusion.
Didn't they hear that Madam Xu was ill and had only two days to live? How could she still be in the mood to laugh so happily?
They all thought that they were possessed.
