Liberty Valley has never been this lively.
The open space in the middle of the valley is filled with tables and chairs, which are moved from various households, of different sizes and colors, and some are missing a leg and are cushioned with stones.
The table was filled with food and wine jars.
The food is not exquisite, mostly roasted animal meat, coarse grain cakes, and pickled vegetables, but in the eyes of those who have eaten pig food in Heiyan Prison for hundreds of years, these things are more precious than mountain delicacies.
The wine is made by Freedom Valley itself, using spiritual valleys and wild fruits grown in the valley, fermented by local methods, and the taste is rough but strong enough.
Zhao Tieshan sat at the main table, holding a bowl of wine in his hand, his hands still shaking.
Not because of injury, but because of excitement.
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