Therefore, every time the season of plum blossoms arriving, every household here would collect plum blossoms to brew fine wine.
The fragrance drifts for miles, leaving people reluctant to leave.
"Passers-by, take a look, homemade plum wine. You won't find it anywhere else. Miss this village, and there won't be this shop."
A woman who looks very shrewd rolled up her sleeves and shouted loudly, trying to attract passers-by to take a look at their own plum wine.
Behind her, a pair, seemingly father and son, were busy.
The child occasionally lost focus, his gaze involuntarily wandered on the street, looking at the walking passers-by, he couldn't help but said to the man:
"Dad, do you think they're the heroes from stories?"
"Silly boy, always daydreaming, how could there be so many heroes?"
The man laughed heartily:
"Moreover, apart from our plum wine having some fame, what else here would interest those high-flying Martial Heroes?
