"You can always fill this jar with wine now." Liu Zhuo thought to himself, and he looked at the puddles beneath him without squinting.

At this moment, the horizontal line of the puddle began to drop rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Liu Zhuo only blinked more than ten times, and the horizontal line was already at the end.

This large puddle, three feet deep and five feet wide, has become a dry mud pit, and no drop of water can be left behind. The dark jar of wine is lying in the center of the mud pit, motionless, but no longer shining.

Liu Zhuo looked surprised. He never expected that the appetite of this jar was so big. The clear water in the puddle was at least a few thousand kilograms, but it was gone.

After jumping to the bottom of the mud pit, Liu Zhuo picked up the jar and weighed it in his hand, but the weight did not seem to change.

"I'll try it in the river at the foot of the mountain tomorrow. I don't believe that I can't feed this jar." Liu Zhuo looked unbelievable and looked like he picked up the jar and rushed to the bottom of the mountain.

Liu Zhuo has been walking on this mountain road for three years. He can't be familiar with every step around him. Even if he closes his eyes, he can fumble home.

Therefore, although the sky is dark, it cannot affect his pace.

After spending an hour, when Liu Zhuo returned to the village, there were already stars in the night sky. He couldn't help but feel sad: I came back today later than yesterday, so I must be worried again.

Liu Zhuo was thinking about what he said when he went home. When he entered the village gate, he saw his father Liu Dazhi standing there with an anxious look on his face.

"Dad, why are you here?" Liu Zhuo asked embarrassedly.

Liu Dazhi glared at him and said, "Zhuozi, where have you been? I came back so late. If my father doesn't come out to find you, your mother will be crazy if she is anxious."

Liu Zhuo said perfunctorily: "I'm going to chop wood, dad, I'm a scholar, and don't treat me like a child in the future."

"Don't talk about scholars, you are all my sons when you pass the exam." Liu Dazhi laughed and cursed: "Where did you cut firewood?"

Liu Zhuo smiled wryly: "I'm fascinated by reading books and forget it."

"You boy." Liu Dazhi patted his son's shoulder twice, and saw the jar in Liu Zhuo's arms, and asked, "Where did you get the jar?"

Before he figured out the function of this wine jar, Liu Zhuo didn't want his parents to know, so he lied and said, "I picked it up on the mountain and can hold a lot of clean water. I will take this place when I go to chop wood."

"You are just strange and attention." Liu Dazhi walked in front with a smile and said, "Let's go home for dinner, your mother doesn't know how anxious you are."

"I know, I know." Liu Zhuo hurriedly followed, but he couldn't help feeling warm when he saw his father pretending to be angry.

The father and son returned home all the way. Under the dim candlelight, their mother Chen Yuzhu was sitting at the dining table waiting anxiously. The food on the table did not move at all, and it had already become cold.

Seeing that Liu Zhuo was back with no arms and legs, Chen Yuzhu finally let go of her heart, but blamed her son for not coming.

Liu Zhuo was nagged by his mother for a long time and his ears were calloused, but he also understood in his heart that this was because his parents were kind to him. He now promised and guaranteed that he escaped this disaster.

After dinner, Liu Zhuo hid back in his room as if he was running for his life.
Chapter completed!