These 20 bottles were all planned by her, and it was not enough for her relatives and friends.
There were seventeen people in her grandfather's family alone. If she gave them all, her twenty portions would not be enough.
Therefore, she could only give priority to the old and weak. As for the others, they could only wait for the Monkey Wine half a year later.
The Monkey Brew in the tree stump before was only slightly more than a catty. Now, there were only about eight taels left. She really did not dare to use it extravagantly.
After all, there was still half a year before the next batch of Monkey Brew. It would take even longer to obtain the most refined Monkey Brew. They would have to wait until this time next year.
Therefore, if it wasn't necessary, she really didn't dare to casually drink the remaining Monkey Brew. This was for emergency use.