Retirement Life Ancient Transmigration

Chapter 10: Grape Picking And Wine Making

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Sulo

It was very early in the morning during summer, and the people in the village were used to getting up after dawn. The barking of a dog made Lin Mo, who was lying in bed, come back to his senses. Slowly turning his head to look out the window, Lin Mo realized that it was already dawn. Lin Mo entered his space, he had slept with a stiff body for the night and drank spring water as usual.

The tomato branches planted in the space grew into a small tree because of watering from the spring every day. The small tomatoes on the twigs were also ripe. They hung on one by one, which made them look like a string of red grapes in the distance.

Lin Mo broke a cluster off and went to the small ‘medicine field’ while eating the tomatoes. He had planted the small part that was thrown into the space before. Because he wanted to make them grow faster and grow into a medicine field, Lin Mo had poured a lot of springwater on it.

After getting the seeds, he continued to plant them. After several times of tossing and turning, he made a small ‘medicine field.’ Since he didn’t need to use it urgently, Lin Mo didn’t water it with spring water, so he let them grow like this. Lin Mo stood aside and stared at them while eating tomatoes. After finishing the last one, he washed the mud off the bottom of his feet and left.

After washing and eating breakfast, everyone took their tools and left home to go to the fruit orchard. Since there was a wounded person and two three-year-old children in the family, Lin Chen stayed to watch over them.

Since it was a few days later, the fruit on the trees were almost ripe. A few days ago, some green fruits were on the surface. Lin Mo tiptoed to pick a peach, gently wiped off the fluff on the surface and bit into it. The ripe peach juice was very sweet. Lin Mo’s mouth bent, and his mood was much better.

In order to make the grape wine, everyone took a short cut to the bottom of the cliff and began to pick grapes. The vines were thick and strong and they must have been several decades old. The grapevines nearly climbed the whole cliff wall. Lin Mo saw that they had picked five baskets and asked them to stop. As for the rest, he gave up. They couldn’t pick the grapes at the top, and the ones that could be picked were almost picked.

These five baskets were enough for Lin Mo to brew two barrels of wine. They worked together to carry the baskets with the grapes and pushed them home after loading the cart. Lin Mo went back with Father Lin while the others picked other fruit in the fruit orchard. The cart was not big, and they could only put three baskets in at a time.

The path was not a plain concrete road or asphalt road, but a pothole filled muddy road. When it rained, the road was full of mud. Lin Mo had seen this kind of road before, when he fled to the countryside in his original world.

At that time, it was also raining heavily, and the road was full of yellow mud. Lin Mo walked a few steps and fell into the mud. His whole body was covered with mud and he was a mess.

The road in the village was flat so since the fruit orchard here was deserted, they didn’t care much about the road. Lin Mo followed with the help of the cart. The road here was potholed. They could only slow down to prevent the cart from overturning.

Lin Mo looked down at the cart with a white face, thought about it, and asked, “Father, is there no donkey cart in the village?” 

It was too tiring to push a rickshaw. Unfortunately, people here didn’t use cattle to pull carts.

“There are donkey carts, but those who have them pick up goods or carry people to town. They want to make money with them. How can they lend them to us?” Seeing Mo’ger’s face turning too white, Father Lin said quickly. “All right, just walk behind and follow.”