On the day when the real daughter returned home, Wen Lingyi was put into a bullock cart by her "parents" overnight and driven back to her hometown in the countryside - no dowry, only two taels of money.
The whole capital was waiting to see her reduced to a village woman's joke.
But no one knows that in her previous life, she was the chief brewer of a century-old brewery. She could taste thousands of kinds of koji with one tongue, and she could tell the difference between the first and second brews with her eyes closed.
No one wants the wild fruits in the village? She used it to make fruit wine and sold a jar for ten taels of silver.
Is brown rice sake not allowed on the table? She changed three processes, and the aroma of the wine attracted the county magistrate to climb over the wall to buy it.
On the day when the wine shop entered Fucheng, the "family" who had driven her away blocked the door and begged for forgiveness. The real daughter cried and called her sister for taking her life.
Wen Lingyi smiled: Phoenix life? My life is brewed one jar at a time.
