Zhao Jun chuckled and continued with his work.
After finishing his work in the afternoon, he returned to the shack to eat and sleep.
The next morning, Zhao Jun ate three bowls of coarse corn porridge and two steamed mixed-flour cakes, all with a side of pickled cucumbers.
After eating, Zhao Jun said to Elder Yang, "Eldest Uncle! How about pouring me a sip of your liquor?"
"Eldest Uncle, I want some too!" Zhang Xuefeng chimed in from the side, trying to get a free drink.
Elder Yang smiled at their words, opened his chest, took out a jug, untied the rope, and poured the liquor.
It was a small bowl, containing just a small measure of liquor.
Zhao Jun downed the liquor in one gulp. A warm, relaxing sensation spread through his entire body.
Just then, the shack door opened. Zhao Jun looked up and saw Li Ruhai standing in the doorway. The morning sun shone in from behind him, making Li Ruhai seem to glow.
