Chapter 432: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
**Chapter 432: New Year's New Plans (1)**
The dark red wine slowly poured into the white porcelain cups, the red contrasting against the white, making it look even more mysterious and noble.
Mo Qingze couldn't hold back and was the first to ask, "Yan'er, what kind of wine is this? Why is its color and aroma so unique?"
Everyone else also looked at their cups, then at Mo Yan, eagerly waiting for her answer. Only the three beasts sat calmly on the ground, waiting to be fed because they had tasted it before!
"Try it first, and I'll explain afterward," Mo Yan said with a smile, taking a detour.
Looking at the beautiful and enticing color in their cups, everyone was already eager to taste it. Without further ado, they took small sips from their cups. Instantly, a sweet and slightly strange flavor spread across their tongues.
Compared to the fruity pear wine and peach wine, this strange aroma made the first-time drinkers a bit unaccustomed.
"This wine is made from a wild fruit that grows in the mountains. The fruit hangs in clusters on vines, with each cluster bearing dozens of small berries. The berries are not much bigger than pigeon eggs and turn from green to purplish-red when ripe, becoming juicy and sweet. I saw they weren’t poisonous, so I picked some and brewed them like pear wine. I didn't expect it to turn out so well."
Since grapes weren't known in the market and the grapevines in the orchard hadn't matured, Mo Yan used her prepared explanation to avoid raising suspicions.
"Such a rich, mellow, sweet, and lingering wine is also made from fruit! I was wondering what kind of grain could produce such a special wine. Excellent, truly excellent!" Mo Qingze laughed and praised repeatedly, his admiration evident.
Mo Yan chuckled inwardly at her father's reaction. In her previous life, wine was known as the "romantic wine." Countless poets and scholars had expressed their romantic sentiments through it. Mo Qingze, being a scholar himself, was no stranger to such feelings. One cup of wine had made him more relaxed and cheerful.
"Although the taste is a bit strange, the color of this wine is beautiful, and it tastes good too."
Others also praised it and didn’t doubt Mo Yan's words. Given the vastness of Yuhua Mountain, it wasn’t surprising to find unusual fruits there. Plus, with the many wild beasts in the mountains, few dared to venture deep, so it was natural they hadn’t seen such fruit.
The sweet and long-lasting fragrance of the wine gradually faded. Smelling the lingering aroma, everyone couldn’t help but take another sip, slowly appreciating its unique flavor more and more.
The wine wasn’t very strong, leading the younger ones to think they wouldn’t get drunk if they drank more. One of them, Zhen'er, with a flushed face, handed over his cup, clearly wanting more.
"This wine has a strong aftereffect. Kids shouldn’t drink too much," Mo Yan said with a smile, but she couldn't resist Zhen'er's pitiful look and poured him a small cup.
Yun Zhao, not wanting to be left behind, also got a small cup. The two of them huddled together, contentedly savoring their drink like two little mice who had found some cheese.
Mo Yan shook her head with a smile and refilled everyone else's cups. She had quite a bit of wine stored in her space, aged for several months with a high alcohol content. While the adults with a good tolerance could enjoy it, children shouldn’t touch it. She had specially brewed this batch a few days ago and kept it in her bedroom, so it was safe to drink.
Seeing how much everyone liked the wine, she felt more confident about her plans for the coming year. After the new year, when the rice shop reopened, she planned to take out some high-alcohol wine from her space to sell in the shop and test customer reactions. If people of this era accepted it, she would expand the vineyard and build a winery upstream by the river to specialize in wine production. With her secret brewing recipe, she wasn’t worried about making money.
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