Narentoya returned to the tent angrily, but began to worry a little.

Ever since she tasted the wine from the old patriarch Jeddah, she had always had a vague idea in her heart, which seemed to be close, but she couldn't grasp it. Especially when I smelled the smell of wine in Anu's cave, this vague thought became even stronger.

She knew that it must have something to do with wine.

In order to be anxious to see Guo Yang, Naren Toya said a big thing, she agreed with Anu that she would find a way to solve the problem of wine, and Anu would let her see Guo Yang.

Alas, Guo Yang, that idiot!

Narentoya carried Zizig on her back and rode her horse, wandering aimlessly across the grassland, not wanting to return to the pig's nest-like tent.

Anu, the dog-legged, washed Qizig cleanly, and smelled fragrant, which made Naren Toya start to dislike herself.

No, even if you are cursed by that ancient legend, you can't just go to see Guo Yang in such a dirty and noisy way. Naren Toya decided to take a shower first.

She looked at a large field of wildflowers from afar, which was lonely blooming on the hillside, where Guo Yang had drunk wine for a whole afternoon.

Narentoya rode up the hill, rolled over, dismounted, untied her backpack, and released the kicking Zizig.

All kinds of wildflowers, dotted with stars, densely packed, blooming all over the hillside without heart and lungs.

"Oh my God, so many wildflowers!" Naren Toya was stunned, growing up on the grassland, living in vain for more than 20 years, there were only cattle, sheep, horses and men in her eyes, it was a waste of time!

Gesang flower, nasturtium, wild chrysanthemum, vetch flower, alfalfa flower, notoginseng, elm, bupleurum, willow orchid, yellow porly, edelweiss, hoofed lily, bellflower, eight-petal plum, poppy, green pandan...... Yellow, white, pink, red, purple, blue, crowded one after another, dense, at a glance, not at all inconspicuous, squatting down, but there is a different kind of purple and red.

Naren Toya squatted on the grass, pushed aside the knee-deep grass, and saw a world of flowers.

The flowers of the grassland are inconspicuous, not bewitching, not fairies with flowers, but a kind of free beauty. If you don't have a heart, the hundreds of flowers, even if you roam the grassland every day for thousands of years, will not notice.

And as soon as the door to the wildflowers was opened, the whole world suddenly appeared in front of her, making Naren Toya sour and thinking that she was an idiot.

Zizig staggered through the grass to search for wild flowers, and when he saw a beautiful one, he cut it off and held it tightly in his hand, and in a short time the two little hands were full of two large clusters, and the flowers were green and beautiful.

Naren Toya was a little more careful, she slowly recalled the strange smell of the bucket of hot water when Anu bathed Zizig, slowly distinguished, and dug up the herbs and wildflowers and put them directly into the backpack.

For the whole afternoon, the two of them were busy gathering herbs and wild flowers, filling their backpacks, taking off a sheepskin robe, and stuffing both sleeves, before they carried Qizig and rode back to the tent.

When Zizig was hungry, Narentoya warmed her a pot of goat's milk and stewed some lamb, ready to wait for the bath and drink some mutton soup with Qizige.

……

Finally coaxing Zizig to sleep, Narentoya began to prepare to boil water for a bath like a thief.

She emptied a large wooden barrel of sour mare's milk, washed it, poured hot water over it, sprinkled the wild flowers and herbs into it, and found a stick of wood to stir vigorously.

The smell of fragrant herbs filled the tent.

Ziziger giggled in his sleep, as if dreaming of Uncle Anu's bucket of hot water.

Narentoya stepped out of the tent and looked around, and then, like a cautious wild cat, came to the big barrel, stumbled off her sheepskin robe, and stepped cautiously into the water.

A stirring spirit that made Naren Toya want to sneeze.

She endured her sour nose and buried herself in hot water.

……

Lying on her back in the water, smelling the strange scent of flowers and herbs, Naren Toya suddenly chuckled and couldn't help but say a dirty word, as if she was scolding her grandmother for being such an old fool.

The feeling of being in the water was so strange that she felt like a fish, but this fish had been thirsty for too long, like a thick layer of dirt armor wrapped in a flame, and it needed a rain or a large bucket of hot water.

The sour mare's milk that had been filled in a large wooden barrel for several years, even though Naren Toya had been carefully cleaned several times, the sweet and sour taste that penetrated the wood still slowly evaporated under the steaming of the hot water, which made Naren Toya, who was closing her eyes and relaxing, a little annoyed.

"I'm going to ask Anu to find a way to get himself a brand new big wooden barrel, the kind of big wooden barrel with only the fragrance of pine wood, and what the craftsmen they brought with them are really amazing." Naren Toya thought to herself.

When I thought of Anu, I naturally thought of Guo Yang, which made Naren Tuoya ashamed again, and splashed her hot face with water fiercely.

"That idiot! No wonder there is a special smell on his body, it turns out that he often takes a bath! Naren Toya couldn't help but think.

The smell of sour mare's milk in the barrel was really disappointing, not strong, but it was still haunting, and it kept stimulating Naren Toya, so that she had to stop her thoughts several times.

The smell was really strange, Naren Toya had been smelling it for a long time, and vaguely felt that in fact, the smell was not very bad, and it was even a little familiar.

Not the familiarity of sour mare's milk, but the familiarity of something completely new.

Somewhat...... Like wine?

Right.

It's like wine.

Sour, sweet, and even better if it was a little more mellow.

Naren Toya's mind flashed with inspiration, and she seemed to think of something. She jerked up, and without shame, she jumped out of the water and walked up to Zizig like a wild cat.

She fumbled for a moment in Zizig's lambskin robe, then took out the bronze wine bowl and put her nose up with some eagerness.

"Oh my God, this is what it smells like!" Narentoya screamed, nearly waking up Zizig.

Naren Toya was a little flustered, and ran to the big bucket with a twist, and quietly got into the water again.

She held the bronze wine bowl in her hand, steamed it by the steam, and sniffed it carefully, repeatedly contrasting it with the smell of sour mare's milk emitted by the wooden barrel, and her eyes slowly brightened, and she seemed to be a little cunning.

……

Narentoya is crazy, that's what the Tengger people say.

The old patriarch Gilda rode a horse and made a special trip to visit Naren Toya. Along the way, he kept thinking, this crazy woman didn't know what she had done, and she actually made several Tengger people crawl to report the news?

Turning two hillsides, across a large grassland, the old patriarch Gilda could see the tent of Naren Toya's house, standing alone.

The cattle, sheep and horses of Narentoya's family were all hungry and crazy, and they screamed desperately, slamming the wooden stakes against them.

As if hungry, Ziziger went into the sheepfold, squatted under a ewe, and scrambled with a lamb to suck milk. The ewe was frightened, but she did not dare to run away, so she had to spread her legs as far apart as she could, so that her little mouth could be attached.

Naren Toya knew nothing of this, and she stood beside several large wooden barrels, her hair scattered, lost in thought, and seemed to be a little lost.

The large wooden barrels, filled with fresh mare's milk, were basked by the sun, and emitted a strange sour smell.

"Naren Toya, what's wrong with you?" The old patriarch Jida turned over and dismounted, and asked with concern.

"Don't make any noise, old Uncle Gida!" Naren Toya seemed a little displeased, and said without raising her head.

The old patriarch Jida was stunned for a while, shook his head with a wry smile, and walked over to the big wooden barrels to see what Naren Toya was doing.

"Don't go over, you stink too much." Naren Toya said suddenly, startling the old patriarch Jida.

The old man lowered his head and sniffed his body, and there was a smell of new sheepskin robes, where did it stink?

It was this Naren Toya, whose hair hung down softly, and exuded a strange smell all over her body, a bit like wild flowers, a bit like herbs for the treatment of livestock, and a faint smell of sour mare's milk, which made the old patriarch Jida sneeze twice.

"Naren Toya, poor child, are you alright?" The old patriarch Gida asked with concern, his eyes full of kindness and concern.

"Old Uncle Gida, I'm fine. Go and help me herd the animals for a while, I'm thinking about it. Naren Toya said.

When the old patriarch Gida heard this, he stayed for a long time, but he didn't say anything, but let out a long breath and walked towards the sheepfold and the cattle pen.

Since the defection of Narentoya's man, Ulhan, most of the family's horses have been given to other clansmen to help with them, leaving only twenty or thirty mares, which Narentoya can take care of.

Naren Toya glanced back at the old patriarch Jida, and saw that he drove those cattle and sheep out to graze, and also carried Qizig away, and couldn't help but have a sour nose.

On the grassland, there was no man in the tent, but it was a little sad.

Narentoya turned slowly, walked over to the large wooden barrels, lifted a pine stick, and began to stir the sour mare's milk that had been hot in the sun once more.

The sour, sweet, stinky, slimy sour mare's milk, stirred by the wooden sticks, made Naren Toya a little disgusted.

Still, she held back, holding her breath and stirring up all the sticky things.

Naren Toya was tired and sweated a little, and the smell of sweat with the smell of wildflowers and grass made her feel a little uncomfortable.

She had a vague idea, stubbornly believing that wine is fermented by grain, and sour mare's milk is also fermented, since it is all fermented, can there be any way to make sour mare's milk into wine?

But the idea seemed to be correct, but the actual situation made her suffer a lot. These sour mare's milk are just some stubborn stinky shit, and after tossing for many days, they still can't get the taste of wine, but instead spoils more than a dozen large barrels of fresh mare's milk.

This made Naren Toya start to wonder if her idea was wrong or if the brewing process was wrong.

She sat down on the grass and began to think seriously.

The two most important parts of the process are stirring and temperature. Too little stirring? Or is the temperature too low?

Narentoya looked up at the sky, where the sun was shining brightly, making her dizzy.

Otherwise, just use fire!

Naren Toya began to do it brutally. She dug a pit under the big barrel, took out a pile of charcoal, and lit it with a shaking.

The blue fire burned quietly, and bursts of heat gradually came out of the barrel, and it tasted strange, much better than when it was not heated before.

While the fire continued to heat, Narentoya found a wooden pier, held it under her feet, lifted the lid of the barrel, and began to stir it desperately.

The sour mare's milk became bright and bright, no longer the sticky it used to be, which gave Naren Toya confidence again.

She stopped, thought sideways for a moment, and simply continued to close the lid of the barrel, intending to stir it again after a while.

The heat steames and forms droplets of shiny water on the lid that slowly flow down the edge of the barrel.

Naren Toya suddenly smelled a special smell, not sour, not smelly, a little sweet, a little fragrant, intoxicating.

"Wine?" She stretched out a finger, carefully dipped it in a drop of water, hesitantly stuck out her tongue, and licked it slowly.

"I see!" Naren Toya called out and sat down on a puff of wild chrysanthemums, feeling a tiredness that she had never felt before.