The old man on the bed looked at his son's retreating back, lowered his hands feebly, and murmured to himself: "Retribution, retribution, all this is retribution!"
If he hadn't been so obsessed with running away and taking away the family's money, none of this would have happened.
After a long time, Zhang Yu was shocked when he learned about this.
But that was a long time later, when the case that Zhao Wenzhuo had been chasing was finally closed, and the young man was commended for being a representative who had returned from his mistakes, reformed his ways, and served as an informant for the police.
But this is all for the future.
Recently, due to the arrival of Wu Dachuan, Zhao Wenzhuo and several friends often gathered together under this guise to drink and chat about the past.
Too many times, I saw a few middle-aged men who didn't know how to control themselves. Their families were not happy, and with a wave of their hands, they directly cut off their financial resources.
Several men had no money to drink, so they turned their attention to the ginseng wine Zhang Yu concocted for Zhao Wenzhuo.
Director Wu has a particularly sharp nose. As soon as he approached the storage room of Zhao Wenzhuo's home, he smelled the faint aroma of wine.
He looked at Zhao Wenzhuo with disapproval on his face: "Brother, you are not loyal enough. How can you not think about us old guys when you have wine? Do you want to monopolize it?"
Wu Dachuan's eyes lit up when he heard there was wine. He released his wrist-wrestling hand with Wang Liansheng (the director Wang) and kept breathing in, trying to smell the aroma of wine that Director Wu mentioned.
"Where is it? Where is it? Let me smell it too."
He has also been very greedy for wine recently. He has no choice but to do so. Since his eldest daughter came over, she has taken over the financial power of the two of them according to his mother's instructions and made up her mind not to give him the chance to buy wine.
Director Wu followed the aroma of the wine and finally found the jar of medicinal wine placed in the corner.
When he saw the jar, Director Wu's eyes lit up and he said confidently: "I told you I smelled it right. It is definitely wine."
Zhao Wenzhuo followed his gaze, and when he saw the wine jar in the corner, he remembered that it was the medicinal wine Zhang Yu had brewed for him a long time ago.
If you smell it carefully, it does have a faint aroma of wine.
I looked down and saw that someone had knocked off a piece of the yellow mud at the seal of the wine jar. The aroma of the wine came from there.
Looking at his old brother's shining eyes, Zhao Wenzhuo swallowed his words: "That's the medicinal wine my nephew made specially for me."
Without him, after being financially restricted by his wife, he also became greedy for alcohol.
So, the wine jar that had been gathering dust for a long time was brought to the dinner table.
At this time, Zhang Yu still didn’t know that the secret recipe he bought from an old Chinese medicine practitioner, using a 100-year-old ginseng root mixed with several medicinal materials, carefully prepared to prepare Zhao Wenzhuo’s body, was actually regarded as a ginseng wine by Zhao Wenzhuo.
The nephew's filial piety is a reflection of his filial piety. He has never been willing to drink it and has been gathering dust until now.
In order to make Zhao Wenzhuo willing to drink it, he deliberately did not say that there was ginseng in it, but only said that it was medicinal wine. This also made Zhao Wenzhuo not take it too seriously. Seeing that a group of brothers were greedy, he took it out directly.
Because the wine used was good, the seal was well done, and the yellow mud on the seal must have been knocked off recently, so even if it has been so long, you can still smell the aroma of wine when you open it again.
The aroma of the wine is mixed with the bitter taste of some medicinal materials, but it is not unpleasant and has a strange fragrance.
The eyes of everyone at the table lit up due to the aroma.
Wang Liansheng didn't even care about the pain in his hand that was pinched when he was wrestling with Wu Dachuan just now. He focused on the wine jar in front of him and kept urging: "Open it quickly, open it quickly! Just by smelling this smell, you can tell it's good wine.
It’s just a pity that the medicinal materials were soaked in it, what a pity!”
Zhao Wenzhuo was not satisfied now. This was his nephew's filial piety to him. It was not just a simple drink, it was his nephew's filial piety.
"You and I don't like drinking medicinal wine, so I'll take care of your share." Zhao Wenzhuo said to Wang Liansheng with a smile, and he didn't mind drinking an extra portion of wine at all.
"That's not okay!" Wang Liansheng reacted fiercely. He finally drank wine. At this time, let alone medicinal wine, he dared to pour even alcohol into his stomach.
After saying that, he picked up the wine jar and licked his face to pour wine for everyone: "Come on, come on, I'll pour wine for you."
"Slow down, slow down, be careful not to spill."
"Oh! It's a pity, it's all spread on the table. Lao Wang, can you do it? How about I come?" It was Wu Dachuan who said this. Seeing his appearance, everyone present couldn't help laughing.
Sure enough, even after so many years, some people still have the same things in their bones.
"I'll do it, I'll do it." Wang Liansheng had no intention of giving the wine jar in his hand to Wu Dachuan. He knew the virtue of this old boy. Once the wine jar was in his hands, no one would want to drink happily.
Sure enough, seeing Wang Liansheng's tight embrace, Wu Dachuan sighed and slowly sat back, with uncontrollable regret in his eyes.
What a pity, he still wants to drink more!
I didn’t expect that the old man still remembered what happened back then.
It's all because he was too young and didn't know how to restrain himself when drinking!
Wang Liansheng acted as if he didn't see the pity in his eyes. After pouring the wine around, he poured himself a full glass, and then placed the wine jar next to Director Wu.
In response to this, Director Wu smiled and said nothing, and the others also showed understanding expressions.
Sure enough, when he turned around, he could only see the disappointment in Wu Dachuan's eyes.
Everyone couldn't help but marvel, if you want to deal with Wu Dachuan, you have to rely on Director Wu!
"Look what I'm doing, why don't you drink it quickly." Seeing the meaning in everyone's eyes, Director Wu glared at everyone, then put the cup to his nose and took a deep sip.
"Good wine!" The woman at home has been crazy recently, not giving him any chance to drink, but she is so greedy for him.
I don't know when, the eyes of several middle-aged men met together, and they all saw the same thing in each other's eyes.
He shook his head and looked at a group of old brothers who were just like him, and suddenly felt that he felt much better.
Sure enough, there is one thing that cannot be escaped from things in this world, and that is to worry not about scarcity but about inequality. Knowing that there are people who are as pitiful as myself makes me feel much more comfortable.
A group of middle-aged men tasted this jar of medicinal wine almost with a pious attitude.
While drinking, Director Wu suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked up at the people who were indulging in the wine, and asked with some confusion: "Do you feel anything wrong with your body? Why do I feel after drinking?
, I suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.”
Zhao Wenzhuo also moved his muscles at this time and said with some hesitation: "I feel that my legs are not so painful anymore."
Upon hearing this, the other people put down their cups one after another and looked up at the two of them.
Due to work reasons, Director Wu and Zhao Wenzhuo were injured the most and the most seriously among them.
