Chapter 50

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"How about it, have you ever tasted such fine wine? I'm telling you, Maotai, Wuliangye, and special supply wines can't even compare to Zui Linglong. I've lived my whole life, and Zui Linglong is the best wine I've ever tasted," Du Gang sighed.

After saying this, Du Gang thought of something, "Xiao Zhao, I heard from Mengmeng that you still have a few jars. How about selling them all to me? I'll give you 100,000 yuan per jar, not at the price you mentioned."

"Uncle Du, forget about buying. If you like it, I'll give you a few jars when I go back."

"Good, good, I'll take you as a friend. If it weren't for the age difference, I'd want to become sworn brothers with you."

"Uncle Du, that's a good idea. There's also the concept of intergenerational friendship," Luo Weiguo laughed heartily.

However, after saying this, she noticed the strange expressions on her brothers, sisters, and even Du Mengnan. She also realized what they would call Zhao Xinyu if he and their Uncle Du became sworn brothers.

"You're not allowed to become sworn brothers with Grandpa," Du Mengnan grabbed Zhao Xinyu, pouting.

Zhao Xinyu looked helpless, "I didn't say I would."

Du Mengnan's face instantly brightened, "Exactly, don't even think about it."

"Xiao Zhao, the taste of Zui Linglong is indeed too good. You could have your grandfather make more. It doesn't have to form alcohol mist; just freshly brewed, it would definitely sell for a good price."

"Uncle Jianguo, he's been gone for more than four months, and there's not much Zui Linglong left."

Du Mengnan's words made the restaurant fall silent. Everyone sighed, thinking of the grandfather who had been their only companion, and now....

"Zui Linglong can be brewed. I'll brew some when I have time."

"You know how to brew wine?" Du Mengnan reached out and pulled Zhao Xinyu, her eyes full of enthusiasm.

"Yes, I helped my grandfather brew wine. When I was 14, all the Zui Linglong he drank was brewed by me."

"Let's work together when we go back. I'll find a factory, and you'll be responsible for the brewing."

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "Zui Linglong is purely handcrafted. My grandfather said that machine-processed medicinal wines lose their original flavor and can't be mass-produced. Finding a factory would be too expensive, and besides, do you think I can leave the compound?"

"In that case, you brew it, and give it to me first."

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "Alright," he said, but he knew that even if he could brew Zui Linglong, he had no place to do it now.

The next day, the same routine. After Zhao Xinyu removed the silver needles from the old man's body, his skin had a hint of blood color. Then Zhao Xinyu, exhausted, rested.

At lunchtime, good news came from the ward. The old man, who had been in a coma for more than half a year, had woken up, and his bodily functions were gradually recovering. In other words, the old man was now just physically weak, with no other problems. With proper care, he would be back to normal in a few days.

What made the Luo siblings even happier was that the old man's minor ailments had all disappeared, and his vital signs were more robust than before. In other words, if nothing unexpected happened, the old man could live for another ten to twenty years.

The siblings were already overjoyed by their father's awakening, and now that his health was better than before, it lifted the gloom from their past.

Luo Jianguo, Luo Baoguo, and Luo Yan also criticized Luo Weiguo's cooking, saying it wasn't as good as Zhao Xinyu's. This made Luo Weiguo a bit crazy. She had been cooking for her father for over twenty years, and she had always been praised for her cooking. Now, after just one meal from Zhao Xinyu, they were picky. She began to doubt if these three were really her siblings.

In the evening, when Zhao Xinyu came out of his room, he saw the Luo family gathered. They had been worried about disturbing the old man, but now that he was fine, they finally dared to come over.

Of course, Zhao Xinyu received the highest gratitude from the Luo family and met everyone. Then he went to the old man's ward.

In the ward, Du Gang was chatting with the old man. When Zhao Xinyu entered, the old man looked at him, and Zhao Xinyu nodded with a smile. However, the old man's expression suddenly changed, which surprised Zhao Xinyu.

"Old man, what's wrong?"

Du Gang patted the old man's chest, "Old leader, don't get excited."

The old man calmed down, his face gradually returning to normal. "You're Zhao Xinyu, right? Come over and sit down. I really thank you for pulling me back from the brink of death this time."

Zhao Xinyu first took the old man's pulse, "Old man, you'll be fine after resting for a while. I'll cook you a pot of medicinal soup, and you'll feel better after eating it."

"Let's not rush. Let's chat for a while."

While chatting, Zhao Xinyu noticed that the old man asked almost the same questions as Du Gang, mostly about his childhood or his grandfather. However, he asked more about his grandfather.

"Xinyu, do you have any photos of your grandfather? I want to see what kind of old man could raise such an excellent grandson."

Zhao Xinyu smiled bitterly and took out his phone, finding a very blurry photo. "Grandpa didn't like taking photos. This is the only one I have, taken when I was five, after I begged him to take it."

The blurry photo showed an old man in a bulky cotton coat and pants holding a child. The old man's coat and pants were a bit tattered. It was unclear if he hadn't washed his face for a long time or if the photo had been stored for too long, but his face was very blurry.

The old man and Du Gang carefully examined the photo several times. Their eyes flickered, and a hint of excitement showed in their eyes. Although they couldn't see the old man's face clearly, they recognized his figure.

"Xinyu, when is your birthday?"

"May 18th, but I don't know if it's my real birthday. Grandpa told me it was."

"What about your grandfather?"

Zhao Xinyu sighed slightly, "Grandpa never celebrated his birthday. He said it was pointless to celebrate when you're old, and he only celebrated it every few years. But it's fine."

The two men exchanged glances, their eyes showing a ripple of emotion. "Xinyu, you said you would make grilled meat and braised carp for everyone. Everything is ready. I'll stay here and chat with the old leader."

After Zhao Xinyu left, Du Gang looked at the old man, "Old leader, Xinyu's grandfather is Zhao Polu, Brother Zhao."

The old man nodded with a complex expression, "Although the photo is blurry, I can recognize him. Moreover, Brother Zhao Polu once said his birthday was February 29th, and he only celebrated it every few years. I never thought Brother Polu was still alive and raising Xinyu in the countryside. But why didn't I hear that Brother Polu knew traditional Chinese medicine and cooking?"

"Old leader, should we call the Meng family? Xinyu is very likely to be the Meng family's lost child."

The old man sighed deeply, "Back then, Brother Polu, Meng Lie, and Jiao Meng were an envied trio. But the Meng and Jiao families suddenly turned against each other. First, Meng Lie's eldest son, Meng Feihu, and his family were attacked, and the surviving son disappeared. Everyone suspected the Jiao family. Then Jiao Meng's second son, Jiao Deming, was attacked and killed, and his newborn son also disappeared. This led to the two families becoming enemies and cutting off all contact. Later, we saw Brother Polu's suicide note, and the trio was no more. If Xinyu is indeed Meng Lie's lost grandson, how did Brother Polu take him in, and what would Meng Lie think? You need to think this through."

Du Gang's eyes narrowed, "Old leader, are you saying that Brother Polu was involved in that incident?"

"Brother Polu wouldn't do it, but there must be a reason. Otherwise, Brother Polu wouldn't have changed his name and hidden in a remote village. By the way, Brother Polu also adopted a grandson. Could he be...?"

"Hu," Du Gang took a deep breath, his eyes showing a hint of shock. If it really was as he suspected, what had happened back then? Even a man they revered as a war god like Brother Polu had to fake his death to hide.

Thinking about this, Du Gang looked at the old man and saw the same worry in his eyes. Both families had incidents, and the targets were always the eldest grandsons. No one else survived, but the children disappeared....

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