Summit Farmer

The next day, the people in the house went out to work in the fields. They didn't let Peter follow them, so he had to stay at home and wait for the medicinal wine to soak.

According to his memory, this simplest medicinal wine only needed a day to be drinkable, and it had a large effect.

At noon, when the sun was high, Peter brought the jar out and carefully opened it.

As the jar was opened, a fragrant scent wafted over.

Deeply inhaling the scent, Peter felt intoxicated.

It smelled so good!

It was a special aroma, completely different from any wine Peter had ever smelled before.

When he poured some wine into a bowl, it looked clear and bright, with no color and no turbidity.

Well, this scent, this color, and this feeling...

Comparing it with the knowledge in his memory, Peter was able to determine that this was the wine he needed.

Does it really have that power?

Sitting there, looking at the wine, Peter thought of the effects of the wine in his memory.

In prison, Peter had mingled with many people, and they came in all sorts. They often made private jokes, mostly about men and women issues.

Although only seventeen, Peter had learned a lot about male-female matters from their discussion, and what he remembered most vividly about men was their performance in bed, which was often the focus of jokes.

Peter had once heard a fellow inmate lamenting that if someone could give him something to last longer in bed, he would pay any amount of money.

Thinking of this, when Peter thought about solving his family's financial problems, he thought of that middle-aged man, who was a boss, but just didn't perform well in bed. As a result, his wife had run off with another man. In anger, he had cut off that man's genitals and ended up in prison. However, that man had a lot of power and was released in just two years.

Peter's target for this jar of wine was that middle-aged man.

'Does this wine really work? I hope I won't be laughed at if it doesn't!'

Peter was a little worried about the wine's effects.

Hesitating for a moment, Peter picked up the bowl and drank all the wine in one gulp.

Never mind, I'll just have to try it myself.

"Nothing happened!"

After drinking it, Peter examined his own body and let out a sigh, thinking that he was worrying too much.

He sealed the jar and put it back where it was, feeling slightly disappointed in his heart.

However, just as Peter had put the wine away, he felt a heat rise from his lower abdomen, and suddenly he felt his whole body get hotter.

Ah!

Looking down at himself, Peter was shocked. He glanced around and carefully inspected his privates, distinctly feeling the strength.

It really worked!

From that moment on, Peter had no more doubts.

However, Peter found out that after drinking the wine, his whole body was burning hot, and his privates were even more uncomfortable.

I drank too much!

Looking around, the potency made Peter suffer greatly.

I can only soak in the river now!

Without thinking, Peter rushed out of the house.

As soon as he left the house, Peter ran towards the small river.

"Peter, what happened? Why are you running to the river so urgently?" Just a few steps away from the house, Peter heard someone calling his name.

"It's Mrs. Collins!"

Seeing it was his neighbor, Mrs. Collins, Peter had to stop in his tracks.

Peter then noticed Mrs. Collins' gaze had fallen on his lower half.

Following her gaze, Peter's face turned red; he subconsciously covered himself with his hand and quickly said, "It's too hot today, I'm going for a swim."

With that said, he didn't say anything more and ran quickly towards the river.

Mrs. Collins spat and watched Peter run away, her face turning a little red as well. She had clearly seen the situation down there.

"This damn kid is really…" she muttered to herself, her eyes burning up as she watched Peter jump into the river in the distance.

"That little rascal!"

Mrs. Collins hurriedly went inside her house.

Peter had no idea that his actions had stirred up Mrs. Collins' emotions. He only felt the heat subsiding a bit after jumping into the river.

There shouldn't be any harm!

Peter thought for a moment and somewhat reassured himself that this medicinal wine wouldn't harm his body. The Qi Cultivating Wine was also a basic type of cultivation wine used by cultivators to cultivate vital energy. Even if someone drank this wine and engaged in those activities with a woman afterward, they wouldn't feel exhausted, and it even had health benefits for mortals.

Soaking in the river, Peter practiced his cultivation technique for a while, and he could clearly feel the medicinal power spreading and entering his body. The feeling was unique, as if his vital energy had been further strengthened.

It seemed that once he paid back the money, he would have to brew some to take himself!

Peter knew he had drunk too much today. If it had been just a small glass, he wouldn't need to soak in the river.

He realized he should remind others not to drink too much when introducing the wine to them.

More than an hour later, Peter got out of the river and instinctively looked at his privates. Surprisingly, it felt even stronger.

Putting on his pants, Peter draped his shirt over his shoulder and walked home bare-chested.

Due to long-term cultivation, Peter's upper body muscles were well-defined and attractive. Young ladies and wives he encountered on the way couldn't help but steal glances at him.

"Peter, you're back?" Just as he got close to his house, Mrs. Collins appeared out of nowhere and greeted him.

"Mrs. Collins, are you busy?"

"You bet! That deadbeat husband of mine won't come home, and I have a whole houseful of things to do. Now the light inside the house isn't working. Can you fix it?"

"Alright, let me take a look for you." Peter went inside Mrs. Collins' house with her.

"Look at you, you're all sweaty."

While talking, Mrs. Collins reached out and touched Peter's back.

Before Peter could react, Mrs. Collins had grabbed a towel and said, "Come on, let me help you wipe the sweat off your back. You can't reach it yourself."

"No need. I'll help you check the light, and then I'll go home and wipe it off."

As Peter spoke, he checked and found that the bulb had burned out. He said quickly, "It's a broken bulb. Do you have a spare one? I can help you replace it."

"Yes, I just happen to have one."

With that, Mrs. Collins had already picked up a spare bulb from the table and handed it to Peter.

"Be careful. The stool you're stepping on is dangerous. I'll hold you."

As she spoke, Mrs. Collins embraced Peter's leg.

Ah!

When Peter, who had just finished changing the light bulb, looked down and saw where Mrs. Collins' face was, he was startled and fell, pinning Mrs. Collins to the ground.

After making sure Mrs. Collins was alright, Peter did a mix of crawling and running to get out of there.