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Although Lin Fan pretended to be indifferent, as if he had said nothing and nothing concerned him, he could clearly sense a profound change in Zhang Lao San’s attitude towards him.
If before, Zhang Lao San had merely been optimistic about Lin Fan, now he had completely accepted him as one of his own.
The more he looked at Lin Fan, the more satisfied he became, and the more he felt a sense of awe.
Thinking about the young intellectuals in the village, each of them, whether out of necessity or for other reasons, had certain personality flaws.
But look at Lin Fan, his character and abilities were impeccable.
Not only in the small village of Koushan Tun, but even in this entire region, among the countless young intellectuals, he stood out as exceptionally outstanding.
At least in Zhang Lao San’s eyes, there was no one in Koushan Tun who could compare to Lin Fan.
Not even the other young intellectuals, nor the people in their village!
Time flew by unnoticed.
Upon returning to Koushan Tun, Lin Fan carefully moved the two jars of white wine off the ox cart before addressing Zhang Lao San, "Thank you, Third Uncle, for everything... You go back first, I can handle these two jars of wine myself."
Zhang Lao San had wanted to call someone to help, but after hearing Lin Fan’s words, he remained silent for a moment and decided to say nothing more.
"Be careful, young man. When your tiger bone wine is ready, don’t forget to send a few jin to this old man to taste…"
Zhang Lao San, half-jokingly, left with this statement and drove the ox cart away.
Watching his figure disappear, Lin Fan scanned his surroundings, ensuring no one else was present before he silently summoned his storage space and waved his hand, storing one of the wine jars inside. Then, he carried the remaining jar and headed straight back home.
He didn’t retrieve the jar from his storage space until he reached the entrance of his courtyard.
Lin Fan then shouted towards the courtyard, "Yan Jie, wife… open the door for me…"
"Coming, coming…"
Upon hearing Lin Fan’s voice, Zhang Yan came out of the house in a few steps.
"This is…"
As Zhang Yan opened the door and saw the wine jar in Lin Fan’s hand and the one at his feet, a look of confusion appeared on her face.
"This is high-quality white wine I just bought, one hundred jin per jar…"
"Come, let me bring these in first…"
Hearing Lin Fan’s words, Zhang Yan dazedly stepped aside to make way.
Only after Lin Fan carried both wine jars into the courtyard did Zhang Yan finally regain her senses.
At this moment, Zhang Yan couldn’t help but ask, "Husband, you are going to make these two jars of white wine into tiger bone wine…"
Lin Fan, without any hesitation, readily explained his plans to his wife.
He intended to use one of the jars to make tiger bone wine.
The other jar would be used to make a medicinal wine using the bones of the strange beast from his storage space, along with other herbs.
This was a test for Lin Fan!
Since the meat of those strange beasts had such extraordinary effects, their bones must be even more powerful than tiger bones.
Having made his decision, Lin Fan didn't hesitate.
For the next few days, apart from his regular practice of the Mighty Ox Demon Fist, Lin Fan dedicated all his time to brewing the two jars of wine.
Firstly, he specially treated the tiger bones, dividing them in half. Half of them were combined with various herbs to enhance vitality and replenish blood.
These were immediately used to brew a jar of tiger bone wine, weighing over a hundred jin!
As for the other jar, Lin Fan used the strange beast bones as the base and added various precious herbs.
He even included a recently harvested hundred-year-old wild ginseng!
Lin Fan had high expectations for these two jars of wine he brewed.
The effects wouldn't be known until a month's time.
While Lin Fan focused on those two jars of medicinal wine over the past few days, Zhang Lao San had not been idle upon returning to Koushan Tun.
He summoned several of his trusted confidants, members of the Zhang family in Koushan Tun, those with authority in their respective branches.
After first gauging their opinions, he gradually revealed the matter concerning the wild boar ditch.
Finally, after discussions, they decided it was worth trying.
However, they didn’t make the matter public, involving the entire village in this endeavor.
Instead, they planned to arrange for trusted individuals to collect seeds of various precious herbs and cultivate them in the wild boar ditch.
They would try it for a year. If they actually reaped some harvest next year, they would then consider large-scale cultivation.
Time passed silently, day after day…
A month had passed since Lin Fan's last harvest of garbage from the myriad worlds.
By now, seventy years had quietly gone by, and the year had entered 71. New Year's Eve was just around the corner.
Lin Fan's gaze swept across the surroundings of Koushan Tun. As far as his eyes could see, everything was blanketed in a thick layer of snow, a vast expanse of white…
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