Chương 462: 462. Hardworking Anchor_1

The majority of the sorghum had already been processed by lunchtime, and after the meal, everyone had nothing to do, so they helped to finish up, quickly getting everything sorted.

Qiaoqiao, looking at the 372 pounds of sorghum, turned to Seventh Uncle and asked, "Does this need to be dried like rice?"

"No need."

Seventh Uncle, hands clasped behind his back, walked around it a couple of times:

"For home brewing, this actually retains higher nutritional content and tastes better—just clean them first, and let them air-dry on the side. Remember, wash them at least twice."

This task didn't require much skill; everyone took a basin and quickly got it done.

Once the sorghum was spread out in a breezy place under the eaves to dry, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and could rest.

After all, it would be a waste not to take a nap during the blistering summer days.

However, Song Tan didn't have the habit of taking an afternoon nap.