After distributing the dried red yams to the villagers, Wei Ruo took Xiumei to the distillery.
Wei Ruo brought along some refreshing pickled sour plums for everyone.
The work in the distillery was much more laborious than that in other small workshops, many of the tasks required manual labor, and they had to constantly face the scorching heat of the large boiler.
At such times, eating the dried yams which are dry and sticky to the teeth is naturally not easy to swallow; the crunchy plums were much more appropriate.
Everyone, while munching on the plums, expressed their gratitude to Wei Ruo.
"Boss, you've been really good to us!"
"Boss, rest assured, we will brew the alcohol as soon as we can!"
"That's right, we will brew the alcohol as soon as we can to make you earn some silver!"
The more they talked, the more excited they became. They put aside the plums and returned to their workstations to continue working.
