"Uncle Morris..."
"Yes, I remember." Morris Jackson answered her.
After getting a definite answer from Morris, Lyra Smith suddenly couldn't continue, and her heart weighed heavily. She quickly convinced herself that living in a little confusion might be a good thing.
Soon, the jar of wine was dug up.
The wine had been buried for more than twenty years, sinking deeper and deeper with the changes in the earth, nearly reaching a depth of one and a half meters. It took Gregory Smith's men quite a long time to dig up the whole jar intact.
It was a big jar, and it appeared to be a fine ceramic container for wine.
Lyra went over.
While Frank Smith was squatting down to clean the jar from the soil, she squatted down too and asked, "Is this Nu'er Hong?"
Frank answered, "Nu'er Hong is a wine buried by a father when his daughter is born, under a tree in the yard. When the daughter grows up and gets married, the wine is dug up. That's where the name originated."
