Piss Result Uncle Arhat, whose sense of smell was keenest, sought out the source, and was astonished to discover that it came from the piss-enhanced crock in the corner. Without a word to anyone, he lit the bean-oil lantern, turned up the wick, and settled down to study the phenomenon. First he scooped out a dipperful of the wine, then let it drip slowly back into the crock and watched it form a soft green liquid curtain that was transformed into a multipetaled flower, like a chrysanthemum, when it hit the surface. The unique fragrance was more volatile than ever. He scooped up a tiny bit of the wine, tasting it first with the tip of his tongue, then taking a decisive swig. After rinsing his mouth with cool water, he drank some ordinary sorghum wine from one of the other crocks. He flung down the dipper, rushed out, bu! rst through the western compound gate, and ran across the yard, shouting, "Mistress, joyful news!" Later, the wine became popular in Northeast Gaomi Township. All thanks to Yu. I have reached my stop, once again I have made myself vulnerable to the scorching heat piercing through my skins like fine yellow hot needles and I felt them went deep into my bones.