The first night in the new house, the two brothers hugged and rolled around on the warm heated bed, their fur crackling with static electricity as it rubbed together, making them look like two fluffy porcupines.
The next morning, Eric woke up with a wicked thought.
[An eye for an eye]. He had gotten drunk several times already; this time, it was the others' turn to get a taste of it.
He pulled out his distillation set and began to brew the first batch of white liquor from sorghum. As he worked, he thought that although life was hard now, it was also truly interesting.
The temperature in the pot gradually rose, and the fragrant aroma of alcohol filled the air. Drip, drip.
The first clear drop of liquor fell into the vat. Soon, the alcohol was flowing out in a stream like water from a faucet.
