Chapter 75: Relatives (Seeking Recommendations)

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  Wei Zhao had already roughly guessed the reason for today's events, and smiled calmly, taking slow steps down the stairs.

  The second floor was also unusually quiet, except for the sound of Wei Zuo and Xiang Qiang's footsteps, and occasionally the sound of pots and pans colliding.

  Wei Zhao walked to the staircase and turned his head to the left, seeing a large hall with only one table in it. On the table, there were dozens of sealed jars placed on either side, but nothing was written on them, making it impossible to tell what they contained. A burly man with a thick beard kept arranging the jars up and down, extremely focused, and surprisingly, he didn't notice Wei Zhao and Xiang Qiang coming down.

  Wei Zhao seriously looked at him, suddenly remembered the purpose of coming out today, and whispered to Xiangqiang beside him: "You go down later, stroll around Chen Chujia's shop, pick the best ones, and buy more."

  Xianglian knew what Wei Zhao was going to do, and she quickly nodded her head. Her small face looked worried again as she glanced at the big man who was still fiddling with the jar, and said in a low voice: "Young master..." Apparently, she had also guessed that this person was deliberately waiting for Wei Zhao, but didn't know what he wanted to do.

  "It's nothing."

  Xianglian trusted her young master very much, and as soon as she heard him, she nodded slightly, pointed to her little head, turned around and walked towards the stairs. She was probably overjoyed at being able to go out for a stroll. Just a few steps away, she suddenly turned her head and stuffed several silver tickets into Wei Zhao's arms. After all, she knew that her young master rarely carried money when he went out.

  Wei Zhuo watched as Xiang Qiang went downstairs before walking towards the big man who was already seated with a solemn expression. Looking at the thirty or so jars on the east side, he already knew what to do next. Without greeting him, Wei Zhuo directly walked over and sat down on the east side.

  The big man sat down as soon as he saw Wei Xiao, looking somewhat stunned and speechless. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but looked at Wei Xiao again and couldn't get the words out, staring at him with a look of extreme astonishment.

  Wei Zhao didn't say a word either, stretched out his hand to untie the mud seal, smelled the overflowing wine fragrance and said loudly: "Good wine."

  The big man's face eased up upon hearing this, and he asked tentatively: "Brother, you also know about wine?"

  Wei Xiao chuckled softly, picked up the jug and placed it in front of her eyes, lowered her head and swirled it gently, then took a sip, letting it linger in her mouth for a while before slowly swallowing it down, her cheeks bulging slightly as she savored the flavor.

  That big man saw Wei Qiao's movements and his expression changed, his eyes were fixed on Wei Qiao with a fervent gaze.

  Wei Zhuo put down the jug, and with a throaty sound, he praised it saying "The color, aroma and taste are all excellent, this is indeed a top-grade wine."

  The big man's face lit up with joy, and he also opened a jar, excitedly saying: "Brother really understands wine, I'm not afraid to tell you, this wine is actually my family's ancestral recipe, the brewed wine has never been sold, it's not even available for close friends and relatives! These seventy jars were only taken out because there was no other choice."

  He smiled and nodded, took another sip, savored it carefully, and said: "The color is transparent and clear, without any impurities. The aroma wafts out of the bottle, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth. The flavor is pure and mellow, with a lingering aftertaste, truly a top-grade wine."

  That big fellow took a mouthful, looked at Wei Xiao as if he had met himself, and his face turned red with excitement: "Brother Wei is indeed a connoisseur of wine, one product is enough to know. In vain I worked hard to brew wine for them to drink, but they said I wasn't, said my wine wasn't good, it's not just that, they also belittled my wine as being worthless... really, it's infuriating..."

  Wei Zhuo's mouth corners slightly raised, another 'Wei brother'.

  Wei Zhuo listened to him rambling on, took another sip, the degree was not high, and thought about going to the bathroom a few times, which could also be finished.

  That big fellow took a big gulp, seemingly also feeling off-topic, his eyes darting around in circles. First, he made a face at Wei Zhao, then slapped the table and boomed, "Kid, if you can drink me under the table today, I'll tell you who's going to marry you!" This was said extremely smoothly, clearly someone had coached him beforehand.

  Wei Zhao burst out laughing and loudly said: "Alright, let's do it!"

  The two men stood up with their basins and bumped into each other heavily in the middle.

  "Don't blame me, brother Wei, I was forced to come too." The big man said in a low voice, then let out a loud "Dry" and started drinking gulp after gulp.

  Wei Zhao also didn't speak, and with a raised head, he followed suit and started drinking. After downing several mouthfuls, he lowered his head and asked: "Who?"

  The big Han's eyes rolled around in a circle, he reached out and opened another jar, saying in a low voice: "Can't say it, is your relative."

  Wei Zhuo was taken aback, sat back down and started thinking. As for his relatives, he knew very little about them and had never asked before. Now that a relative suddenly appeared, Xiangxiang wasn't around, and he really didn't know what to do. If they came out to recognize each other...

  Wei Zhuo suddenly picked up the jug and poured a few mouthfuls, not caring about Da Han. He drank it all in one breath, then quickly opened the second jug, still not looking at Da Han, and tilted his head back to drink again.

  Dahan watched Wei Xiao suddenly, like a man possessed, ignoring everything and burying his head in drinking. At first, he was puzzled, then burst out laughing, with a happy face, holding the jar and following suit.

  Wei Zhu drank five or six bowls in a row, and except for feeling that his belly was somewhat bloated, he had no other sensation at all, not the slightest sign of intoxication.

  Wei Xiao made an effort to purse his lips, making his face flush even redder, and his eyes took on a drunken, dazed look.

  No matter who comes, I don't recognize anyone!

  Wei Zhao downed six jars in a row without batting an eye, but the big man beside him was left staring in amazement. Can someone really drink like this? He had also been drinking along with Wei Zhao, but Wei Zhao's speed was too fast; he had just finished his second jar when Wei Zhao had already finished five.

  Wei Zuo swayed his body, picked up the wine jug and said to the Great Han: "Come on, drink!"

  The big man hastily picked up the jug and clinked it against Wei Xiao's from a distance, then excitedly lifted his head and started gulping down the drink.

  Wei Zhao shook his head and looked around with narrowed eyes, but didn't find anything unusual. He grasped the urn and said in a low voice, "Brother, is my relative nearby?"

  That big fellow's face stiffened as soon as he heard it, thinking that Wei Xiao was a bit drunk and didn't care about the matter. He hastily looked around, seemingly extremely afraid of that person, and said with his head down: "It might be downstairs, but I'm not sure if it will come up."

  Wei Xiao nodded and said: "Do I have to finish drinking it?"

  The big Han smiled foolishly and said: "According to the rules, you have to get me drunk before it's okay."

  Wei Zhao nodded again and said in a low voice: "How much can you usually drink?"

  That big fellow's face flashed with pride, and he smiled: "Thirty jars."

  Wei Zhuo rubbed his nose, thirty jars could be drunk, but there was another layer below that couldn't be drunk so much.

  Dahan saw Wei Zuo's hesitant expression, and a sly smile flashed across his thick face, saying in a low voice: "But I can pretend to be drunk, just say that I had already drunk more than ten jars before I came."

  Wei Zhuang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled at him with surprise and said: "Thank you, brother. I'll invite you to drink wine and tea another day!"

  The big man grunted and picked up the wine container, shouting "Drink!" Although he said "drink", his eyes were actually looking at Wei Zhao.

  Wei Zhao also held up his jug and said: "Drink!"

  Two men tilted their heads back and gulped down the liquor.

  Wei Zhao downed ten or more jars in one breath, and the big man watching on the side was stunned, his eyes wide with wonder, his mouth twitching. This wine's potency was much greater than ordinary wine, and an average person would get drunk after five or six jars, while someone with a large capacity for alcohol might be able to handle ten jars or so. But Wei Zhao had downed over ten jars and yet remained completely sober, not even breaking a sweat, although he did look like he was about to pass out. However, as an old drunkard himself, one glance would tell him whether someone was truly drunk or just pretending. Earlier, he hadn't paid much attention, but now that he took a closer look, Wei Zhao didn't seem the least bit intoxicated!

  Dahan's throat moved slightly as he looked at the more than a dozen jars still left on the table, thinking that even if they were all drunk, Weizhao would probably not get drunk.

  "We won't be digging anymore, there's less than a hundred left..." The big man's face suddenly changed, and his heart was filled with anxious worry.

  Wei Zhu's stomach was bloated and very uncomfortable. He looked around and asked the big man: "Is there a toilet here?"

  Han's face was shocked, staring at Wei Zuo with wide eyes, and hastily said: "Yes yes yes."

  Wei Zhuo touched the wine jar and stood up, his stomach was really uncomfortable, looking at the big man standing up, he suddenly had a move in his heart.