The two of them rode to the back of the mountain. As the horses could not go up the mountain, Jiang Ying handed the horses to the secret guards and left with Ning Yue.
Ning Yue took the backpack Jiang Ying was carrying and took out a pair of gloves for him.
“This is called a glove. My master gave it to me previously. There are many strange things in the Valley of the Medicine Masters,” Ning Yue explained with a smile.
Of course, Ning Yue could not tell Jiang Ying the source of the gloves, so she casually lied.
In any case, the Valley of the Medicine Masters was one of the most mysterious places in the world. She had also heard from Gu Yu that no one could enter except people from the Valley of the Medicine Masters. Therefore, her words would not arouse suspicion.
Jiang Ying looked at the gloves and pondered for a while. He asked, “Yueyue, can you make more of this?”
“What do you want to use it for?” Ning Yue asked.
“I want to give some to the poor so that they can use it when they do things and won’t suffer so much damage to their hands.”
So that was the reason. Ning Yue couldn’t help but smile.
Jiang Ying was so kind that he could think of the commoners after seeing just a small glove.
“I heard from Master that the material of this glove is rare, so I can’t make the exact same glove, but I can make a similar one that can protect their hands from being injured,” Ning Yue said.
There were many identical gloves in her space, but this glove was made of a special material that had never been seen in ancient times. The Valley of the Medicine Masters was mysterious, but if she took out too many of these gloves, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.
She remembered that there was a white glove in the modern era for bricklayers. That glove was made of ordinary cotton. She could make it.
“There’s no hurry. We’ll talk when you have time,” Jiang Ying said.
“Okay.” Ning Yue took out her scythe again.
At the moment, the grass was getting higher. They had to cut it with a scythe.
Scythes were also a common production tool in ancient times, so she didn’t have to explain it to Jiang Ying.
The two of them cut the grass for a while and made a path.
After walking forward for a while, Ning Yue saw the grape vines that Madam Qu had mentioned.
Ning Yue was delighted and immediately wanted to step forward. Before she could move, Jiang Ying stopped her.
“Ning Yue, wait!” Jiang Ying said anxiously.
“What’s wrong?” Ning Yue said as she turned to look at Jiang Ying.
Jiang Ying raised his hand and pointed to Ning Yue’s right. Ning Yue looked in the direction he was pointing and actually saw a snake!
Ning Yue frowned. This snake was an ordinary flower snake and was not poisonous.
She was about to say something when Jiang Ying stopped her behind him and casually found a rod to kill the snake.
Looking at Jiang Ying’s actions, Ning Yue’s heart warmed.
Whether the snake was poisonous or not, he put her safety first.
This feeling was not bad.
“Thank you,” Ning Yue said.
“What are you thanking me for? This is what I should do as a man,” Jiang Ying said.
The two of them finally approached the grape vines. Ning Yue glanced at a few ripe grapes. She picked two, gave one to Jiang Ying, and put one in her mouth to taste.
“Try it and see how it tastes,” Ning Yue said.
The grape flesh of the wild grapes was sweet after a light taste, but it was sour when she bit into it. Ning Yue narrowed her eyes. This taste was good for making wine.
Jiang Ying took a bite like Ning Yue. It was sour and astringent. He couldn’t help but spit out the grape in his mouth.
“Can this really make good wine?” Jiang Ying asked uncertainly.
He knew that rice could be made into baijiu, but rice was tasteless. Was it possible for such sour grapes?
“Of course! Wine made from grapes with this taste is better!” Ning Yue said with a smile.
“Let’s pick a few and go back. You’ll know when I brew it.” As she spoke, Ning Yue took out another cloth from her backpack. She plucked the ripe grapes and wrapped them in cloth before putting them in her backpack.
“What materials do you need to make wine?” Jiang Ying asked.
“Come, I’ll tell you.” Ning Yue hooked her finger with his.
Jiang Ying looked at her fair fingers and swallowed. This damn seductive posture. He stuck his head over.