Fruit wine

Jian Mo turned her head and followed his gaze. "This is the scope of my payment. Some people come to see me for treatment, but they don't have extra cloth, animal hides, etc., so they have to exchange them with other people and bring them to me, which is quite troublesome. I've just prepared some items that I need. You don't need to give cloth, animal hides, etc.; I welcome those as well."

Jian Mo spoke, she read the items on the list to A Meng and Yu Jiao.

After hearing this, A Meng noticed the items he already possessed and offered to bring Jian Mo some pottery shards. Then, he asked curiously, "Doctor Jian Mo, do you like fruit wine?"

Jian Mo laughed, "Just call me Jian Mo. Fruit wine is very useful; our family uses a lot of it."

A Meng readily changed his tune, then said with some regret, "It's the perfect season for making fruit wine, but Father's leg is injured, so we haven't been able to go out to pick Snow Pearl Fruit much this year."

This was another fruit that Jian Mo had never heard of before. "Snow Pearl Fruit?"

A Meng: "Yes, it's a fruit that only grows after snowfall. It grows quite a lot where I'm from. It's very sweet and makes excellent for wine, but it's not easy to find."

Jian Mo: "What do you mean by 'especially good'?"

A Meng thought for a moment and said, "Snow Pearl Fruit have a layer of white frost on the outside. If you're making wine, you don't need to add anything else. Just crush them and put them in a jar, and the wine will start to be produced in three to five days."

Jian Mo couldn't help but exclaim, "So fast?!"

His family's Flour Fruit wine has been brewing for so long, but when you open it now, it still smells strongly of Flour Fruit, with a relatively weak alcohol flavor.

He seriously doubted whether the Flour Fruit would be ready until spring arrived, perhaps after a full quarter of brewing.

A Meng: "It's true, you can ask my father if you don't believe me."

Yu Jiao nodded beside him. "Snow Pearl Fruit wine is quick and good, but it's scarce. Sometimes we have to transform back into our animal forms to look for grass under the snow, and it takes a long time to find Snow Pearl Fruit."

Jian Mo couldn't help but ask, "Why? Don't these fruits all grow in the same place and bear fruit every year?"

A Meng shook his head and said seriously, "No, some years it will bear fruit, and some years it won't. Snow Pearl Fruit are like mushrooms; finding them depends on luck. Moreover, their fruiting period is extremely short, lasting only a day or two, and they are buried under the snow, so you can't see them at all unless you dig through the snow."

This is truly a rare fruit; no wonder he couldn't find it in his memory.

Seeing Jian Mo's expression, A Meng said, "I'll go back and look for it. If I find it, I'll bring it to you."

Jian Mo waved her hands repeatedly. "No need, the cloth woven from the fur of the Pack-Pack Beast you brought is already excellent. We don't need that much cloth for medical treatment. I still need to return some things to you. Do you want nuts, cloth, or spices?"

There's no concept of change here; Jian Mo takes whatever she wants, entirely up to herself.

He will charge different fees depending on the complexity of the illness, the rarity of the medicines and medical equipment used, and so on.

Medical procedures like examining and applying a dressing to the leg are so simple that they don't require a precious piece of Pack-Pack Beast wool cloth as payment; they Jian Mo need anything in return.

A Meng didn't want to accept Jian Mo's return gift, Jian Mo insisted, saying it was her principle, and then explained the concept of principle.

In the end, A Meng accepted a large bag of spices prepared by Jian Mo.

After applying the compress to his legs, A Meng and his son left with the spices, rock salt, and medical advice given to them by Jian Mo.

Jian Mo somewhat absent-minded.

In the evening, Wu Jiong noticed something was wrong with him as soon as he returned and asked him what was wrong.

Jian Mo Wu Jiong, "Do you know about Snow Pearl Fruit?"

Wu Jiong paused, "Did A Meng say that?"

Jian Mo nodded. "He said Snow Pearl Fruit taste especially sweet and are excellent for making wine. Does our tribe have Snow Pearl Fruit?"

Wu Jiong: "No, they only have it over there."

The Xiongying Tribe was very far from their tribe, separated by the large Mengshui Tribe.

It's perfectly normal for the two sides to have different products; for example, A Meng said that they don't have Honey Sparrow or honey blocks where they live.

Jian Mo a little disappointed. "Then I'll ask the people in their tribe next time to see if I can trade for some Snow Pearl Fruit or some fruit wine."

Wu Jiong thought for a moment, "I remember the True Scarlet Tribe also has this kind of Snow Pearl Fruit-- "

Jian Mo immediately realized, "Are there any in that unclaimed territory below the True Scarlet Tribe?"

Jian Mo was referring to the unclaimed land between the True Scarlet Tribe and Yigu Tribe where they went to collect Flour Fruit.

Wu Jiong: "That's exactly what I wanted to say. Our tribe used to find Snow Pearl Fruit there, but so many years have passed, I'm not sure if they still exist. Shall we go and try our luck?"

Jian Mo didn't hesitate. "Go!"

They haven't been there in a long time, so this is a good opportunity for them to go and have a look around.

Jian Mo was curious to see what it was like there in winter.

Wu Jiong smiled slightly, "Then let's go to sleep early, and have Jiujiu carry us there tomorrow."

Jian Mo: "Just the two of us, no one else?"

Wu Jiong: "Who else do you want to bring?"

"No, no, no, the two of us are fine. We can go wherever we want." Jian Mo stood up. "I'll see what good food we have at home and make something to bribe Jiujiu."

Chapter 37 Fruit Wine

The Flying-Winged Beast would occasionally carry other members of the Riverside Tribe.

Every time it carried someone, it would quickly carry them to their destination and put them down without giving them even a second glance.

Ban Ming had also complained to Jian Mo that he always felt the guy was particularly perfunctory when he went out with the tribespeople.

Jian Mo listened to his complaints and thought to herself that he had never seen what it meant to be a working-class person.

It's just work, why do you need to be so emotionally invested?

The Flying-Winged Beast was perfunctory when it went out with the tribe, but it was different when it went out with Jian Mo and the others. Jiujiu all the way and was visibly happy.

Jian Mo's ears ached from its barking, so she gently patted its neck and asked loudly, "Why are you so happy?"

The Flying-Winged Beast cried out even louder, "Jiujiu chirp chirp!"

Wu Jiong wrapped his strong arms around Jian Mo's waist. "Be careful, don't fall."