Busy as they were, June was drawing to an end before they knew it. In recent days, the time had almost arrived for the oak silkworms to form cocoons, and Jinghan made a point of checking on them daily without fail.
"Dad, how is the wine shop you and Uncle Lin are setting up coming along?" Jinghan asked during breakfast.
"We've already found a location for it, managed by the town. In the next few days, we'll get someone to measure the land, and then we just need to complete the formalities at the county office to make it official. Things like this can't be rushed; we'll take it slow. If we can produce wine by this winter, that would be great." After eating, Zhixin was on his way out. "Alright, I am off today to find someone in town with your Uncle Lin. Is there anything you need me to take to town?"
