Looking at the report in her hand, Wen Jing was naturally embarrassed to mention any medicinal wine.
When she went to work the next day, Wen's mother came to her and cried again, as if her father was going to die if she didn't think of a solution.
With blood dripping from her face, Wen Jing pulled Wen's mother outside and threw the report sheet on her.
"Am I still your daughter? In addition to trying to use me and deceive me! Do you think about me at all? Do you know how embarrassed I was when Ye Ming took out this thing! I am just a fool
!A fool who was deceived by his biological parents!" Wen Jing yelled suppressedly.
Wen's mother was stunned when she saw the report. She didn't expect that the Ye family would investigate them. Would her own family investigate her own family? This shows that the Ye family has always treated them as outsiders!
"You silly child, the best people in this world are your biological parents." Mother Wen cried with aggrieved face: "You are the flesh and blood of my mother who was born after ten months of hard work. You are the apple of my parents' eyes. We
They are close relatives connected by blood, and no one in this world can compare with them!
"As for this report, you've also seen your dad's report three months ago, right? That one is true, and this one is true too! Haven't you ever thought about how your dad is so good? It's just that he drank that medicinal wine.
Yes! But it is a health product. If you don’t drink it, the condition will relapse. Your dad stopped drinking the medicine and he really felt uncomfortable. We didn’t lie to you!"
Wen Jing's momentum has weakened, really?
What Wen Mu said is true. In fact, Wen Ping recovered so quickly because he didn't know the instructions for the medicinal wine. He didn't drink it diluted, but drank it one sip at a time, and drank it all in a few days.
This medicine was a bit strong, so it was a bit uncomfortable for him to suddenly die, but the discomfort was definitely not enough for him to lie in bed every day and not be able to get up.
"No matter what the reason is, I don't want any medicinal wine anyway." Wen Jing lowered her head and didn't want to look at her mother: "That thing is quite precious, only a few bottles a month, and now they are all distributed, even to the Ye family themselves.
Only Ye Zhenguo can drink it, and no one else can."
She didn't dare to say that Ye Mao also had it, otherwise her parents would be in trouble again.
Sure enough, I heard that Ye Zhenguo was the only one in the Ye family, so Mother Wen couldn't say anything.
But she didn't believe it.
"The medicinal wine belongs to Hua Zhao. Can she have no share in it? Can her man have no share in it? Can her grandfather and mother have no share in it? The Ye family is lying to you! You believe it too!"
Wen Jing became angry again: "So what if they lied to me? You also know that the medicinal wine belongs to Hua Zhao. People drink it by themselves, they give it to their men, and they drink it to their grandparents. What does it have to do with me? Her father-in-law and mother-in-law don't have any.
, who am I? Can I get it from her?"
Now that there is nothing wrong with her father, she doesn't want to beg for help in front of Hua Zhao.
But Wen’s mother didn’t give up: “Who do you think you are? You are a family. We are close to each other. How can you know if she will give you something if you don’t try it? Besides, the Ye family may not tell you the truth. Maybe others will.
I drank it secretly so I wouldn’t give it to you!”
This is what Wen's mother thought in her heart. This daughter is really becoming more and more useless. She is really useless if she can't give birth to children. Men don't take her seriously anymore.
The mother's words and expressions stimulated Wen Jing, and she yelled: "I'm useless! I just don't want to come! You can go and get it yourself! Don't come to me in the future! I'm the one you gave birth to after ten months of hard work."
For my own sake, please save some face for me!"
Wen Jing threw up her sleeves and left. Seeing that Wen Jing was really angry, Wen Jing had no choice but to go back first.
Wen Ping knew she had failed again as soon as he saw her expression.
"This useless thing! If you don't even get several bottles of medicinal wine, the Ye family really doesn't take her seriously!"
Today is not the weekend and it is noon, but it is rare that all the children of the Wen family, except Wen Jing, are back.
"Dad, is the Ye family's medicinal wine really that magical?" asked the eldest brother Wen Liang.
"It's pretty good." Wen Jing was not at home, and Wen Ping stopped pretending to be sick. He sat upright on the chair and asked Wen's mother to cook quickly. He was hungry.
"It's a pity that I didn't drink anything to try at that time!" Wenda, the second child, said regretfully.
At that time, Wen Jing took out the medicinal wine. It was green in color, did it look like wine? Like pesticide! He didn't dare to drink it. He still liked Maotai.
"Dad, is there really nothing in your bottle? Take it out for us to try?" Old San Wenming said: "And I heard that you can't drink the medicinal wine directly, you have to mix it with water! One drop can be mixed into a cup, drink it
Too much waste!”
"It's still like this?" Wen Ping really didn't know.
He took out the remaining empty bottle, and there was indeed a shallow layer left at the bottom of the bottle, a few drops.
Wen Ming quickly grabbed it, carefully followed the rumors, and drank 5 cups.
Everyone in the Wen family drank a glass, but Mrs. Wen, who was cooking in the kitchen, didn't get any.
"It sure tastes delicious! It's refreshing! I feel warm all over."
"I feel like my headache is gone."
"I feel like the frostbite on my hands is no longer itchy," Wen Ruo said.
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but everyone thinks it tastes good and effective.
"Dad, you have to find a way to get my sister to bring back a few more bottles. Do you know how much a bottle of this is now being collected outside?" Wen Ming whispered.
"Is there anyone out there charging money? How much is it?" Wen Ping asked.
Wen Ming stretched out a finger, lowered his voice and said loudly: "1,000!"
"Hiss~" Wen Ping suddenly took a breath.
1,000 yuan is still a huge amount of money for a writer with an average family background.
"You are behind on news." Wen Liang glanced at his brother with contempt: "Someone told me this morning that he was willing to pay 1,500 yuan."
"Oh! Will the price increase even more in a few days?" Wen Ruo said excitedly.