Snow Country Survival in Global Advent

Chapter 161 History of the Dwarves
As the saying goes, there is nothing without going to the Three Treasures Hall.

When Jiang Fan came here, he must have something to look for him.

"Grandpa, Brother Jiang Fan wants to see the wine brewed by our dwarves, can you?"

Mooney walked slowly, speaking while walking.

"Is it just that?"

Morakot has lived to be hundreds of years old at least, he is not as naive as Moni, Jiang Fan must have other things to come here this time.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from the elder's head. I came here this time mainly to ask the elder about the history of the dwarves. I'm also very interested in the brewing of the wine that Moni mentioned."

Jiang Fan straight to the point, without any more obtrusiveness, looked calmly at Elder Morakot of the dwarves and said.

While speaking, he handed another bottle of wine to Elder Morakot.

"Little brother, you're really out of touch. Did you come as soon as you said you would, and what wine do you bring? It's too out of place."

Although Morakot said so, his hands had already taken the wine from Jiang Fan's hand.

The originally serious face was now full of smiles, and the creases on the face also became cracks.

"Since little brother Jiang Fan wants to know the history of the dwarves, I will naturally not refuse our good friend's request, how about we first go and see where our dwarves brew?"

Morakot, the elder of the dwarves, looked at Jiang Fan with a smile on his face, and agreed to Jiang Fan's request.

"That's really thanks to Elder Morakot, and of course Moni!"

Jiang Fan was a little surprised, he didn't expect this Elder Morakot to be so talkative, and he didn't refuse his request.

"Go! Go! Go! I haven't seen the place where the tribe brews wine for a long time."

When Mo Ni heard that his grandfather was going to take Jiang Fan to visit the place where the wine was brewed, he said excitedly with a look of joy on his face.

Jiang Fan and Mo Ni followed Elder Morakot to the back of their residence, where the dwarves brewed wine.

"Hello Elder Morakot!"

"Hello elder!"

……

The workers of the dwarves who were brewing wine greeted Morakot one after another when they saw their elder Morakot coming here.

Jiang Fan also saw the crafting process of their dwarves' wine making, but it was too crude compared to human manual and mechanized wine making and packaging factories.

"Hello elder!"

Afterwards, a supervisor came to the side, bowed his waist and said hello to Morakot, and then asked, "Elder, do you want to drink?"

"No, I just took my grandson Moni and a good friend to see it. Of course, if possible, it would be a good idea to have a few drinks for us!"

Elder Morakot nodded, indicating that he brought other people over.

And the supervisor also exclaimed when he saw Jiang Fan's appearance, "Human?"

"Yes."

"Hello there!"

Jiang Fan also smiled and said hello.

"It's been a long time since humans have been here, wait, I'll get some wine."

I saw the executive leave quickly, and then walked over with a small wooden barrel in his arms.

"Come and taste the wine of our dwarves!"

The supervisor scooped up two glasses of fermented rice from wooden cups, and handed them to Morakot and Jiang Fan.

Whoa!

Jiang Fan looked at the fermented rice in the cup.

I saw colorful colors floating in the wooden cup.

He looked terrified, is this stuff Jiuniang?It can't be poison, can it?

It's no wonder Jiang Fan had this reaction, it's because the colors in the cup are really scary.

He had never seen a wine with such a variety of colors.

Jiang Fan turned his head to look, and saw Elder Morakot leaned up straight, swallowed the strange "liquid" in the wooden cup into his stomach, and at the same time shouted: "It's really good!"

"..."

This scene also dispelled Jiang Fan's doubts, because the wine in both of their glasses was poured from a wooden barrel.

Since this Morakot drank it without any doubt, there should be no problem with this "wine".

Jiang Fan also took a sip lightly, and licked the strange liquid lightly with the tip of his tongue.

"Slightly sweet!"

The feeling coming from the tongue surprised Jiang Fan. The wine brewed by the dwarves seemed to be "fruit wine", no wonder it was such a colorful color.

Because he had just drank monkey wine before, and both belonged to fruit wine, and the taste of the two was completely different.

If the person in charge hadn't stated that it was the wine they brewed, Jiang Fan might suspect that it was a carefully prepared poison.

"Brother Jiang Fan, how about the wine brewed by our dwarves?"

Morakot asked after seeing Jiang Fan taste the wine in the wooden cup.

"It's not bad, but it tastes completely opposite to the wine brewed by us humans."

Jiang Fan neither praised nor said that the wine they brewed was terrible.

Because the wines of the two sides have completely different tastes, one is fruit wine, which is brewed from fruit.

And they are used by humans, such as white wine, which is made from starch or sugary raw materials or fermented and then distilled.

The wine is considered fruit wine, but the color is not as scary as the ones made by their dwarves.

After leaving the brewery, Elder Morakot took Jiang Fan and Mo Ni to an open space and sat down.

"To talk about the history of our dwarves, we have to go back a long time."

"These things are all recorded in the sheepskin scrolls in the clan, but these are confidential, so I can't tell you."

"I don't know little brother Jiang Fan, what do you want to know about the dwarves?"

Morakot turned his head and glanced at Jiang Fan, and said.

"I want to know if this is the clan of the dwarves?"

Jiang Fan thought about it for a while, and changed the way of questioning. After all, he is an outsider, not a dwarf.

"Actually, to be honest, our place is not actually the clan of the dwarves, we are just a branch of it."

Elder Morakot looked at Jiang Fan in shock, as if he was very surprised that Jiang Fan would ask such a question, but he stroked his beard and said after a pause.

"What? Grandpa, isn't this our clan land? Where is our real clan land?"

After hearing what his grandfather said, Mo Ni was also shocked. The place where he had lived for more than ten years was not the land of the dwarves.

"Yes, child."

"Grandpa's branch refused to contact outsiders in accordance with the requirements of the clan, and then the patriarch of the clan punished our branch on the charge of adultery with outsiders."

"Afterwards, my father migrated out with people from our branch."

Morakot looked into the sky, and said slowly.

(End of this chapter)