After distributing the dried sweet potatoes to the villagers, Wei Ruo took Xiumei to the liquor distillery.
Wei Ruo brought some crunchy pickled sour plums for everyone.
The work in the liquor distillery was more strenuous than in other small workshops, involving a great deal of physical labor, and they had to face the boiling pots all day.
Naturally, it was hard to swallow something dry and sticky like dried sweet potatoes at this time; the crunchy plums were much more suitable.
As a few people heartily munched on the plums, they thanked Wei Ruo.
"Boss, you really treat us too well!"
"Boss, rest assured, we'll definitely brew the liquor quickly!"
"That's right, we'll brew the liquor promptly so the boss can make silver!"
The more they talked, the more excited they got, and then, disregarding the plums, they all returned to their posts to continue working.
Wei Ruo smiled, then inspected the liquor distillery, checking every step to ensure there were no mistakes.