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"How about it? Have you ever drunk such a good wine? I'm not saying that Maotai, Wuliangye, and special wines can't be compared with Zui Linglong. I have lived a lifetime, and this Zui Linglong is the best wine I have ever drunk." Du Gang said with a sigh.

After saying this, Du Gang thought of something, "Xiao Zhao, I heard from Mengmeng that you have a few more jars. How about selling them all to me. If you don't pay the price you said, I will give you 100,000 for each jar."

"Mr. Du, just buy it. If you like it, I can just give you a few jars when I go back."

"Okay, okay, I have made you a friend. If it weren't for the two years age difference between us, I would have wanted to have sex with you."

"Uncle Du, this is a good suggestion. Isn't it time to talk about it again?" Luo Weiguo laughed.

But after saying this, she saw that her brothers, sisters, and even Du Mengnan's expressions became extremely strange. She also thought about what they should call Zhao Xinyu and their Uncle Du if they had a relationship.

"You and grandpa are not allowed to have sex with each other," Du Mengnan grabbed Zhao Xinyu and said coquettishly.

Zhao Xinyu's face was full of helplessness, "I didn't say anything either."

Du Mengnan's face instantly burst into joy, "That's right, don't even think about it."

"Xiao Zhao, the taste of this drunken exquisite wine is indeed very good. You can ask your grandfather to brew more, and there is no need to condense the wine mist. Even if it is just brewed, it will definitely be sold at a good price."

"Uncle Jianguo, his grandfather has been driving him for more than four months, and there are not many left of this drunk Linglong."

Du Mengnan's words made the restaurant quiet for a moment, and everyone couldn't help but sigh. There is only one grandpa who depends on each other, and now. . . . . . .

"It's not that Zui Linglong can't be brewed. I'll brew some when I have time."

"You can also make wine." Du Mengnan stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Xinyu again, looking at Zhao Xinyu with burning eyes.

"Yes, if you give up, I will help my grandpa make wine. When I was fourteen years old, I brewed all the drinks my grandpa drank."

"We will cooperate when we go back. I will find the factory and you will be responsible for the preparation."

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "Zui Linglong is purely hand-brewed. Grandpa said that there are medicinal wines that have been machine-processed and have lost their original flavor, so they cannot be produced at scale. The cost of finding a factory is too high. Besides, what do you think about me over there in the compound?" can leave".

"Well, if you brew it, give it to me first."

Zhao Xinyu chuckled and said, "Sure." Although he said that and he could really brew Zui Linglong, he knew that even if he wanted to brew it now, there would be no place at all.

The next day was the same procedure. When Zhao Xinyu took the silver needle off the old man's body, the old man's skin already had a trace of blood, and then Zhao Xinyu rested exhausted.

While waiting for lunch, good news came from the ward. The old man, who had been in a coma for more than half a year, woke up and his body functions were slowly recovering. This meant that the old man was now weak and had no other problems. He only needs to be nursed back to health, and the old man will be back to his original state within a few days.

What makes the Luo brothers and sisters even more happy is that the old man's minor problems in the past have completely disappeared, and his life characteristics are more vigorous than before. In other words, if nothing happens to the old man, it will not be a problem for him to live for another ten or eight years.

The Luo brothers and sisters were happy that their father woke up. Now that their father was in better health than before, they were relieved of the gloom of the past.

Luo Jianguo, Luo Baoguo, and Luo Yan also criticized Luo Weiguo's food when they were eating, saying that Luo Weiguo's food was not as good as Zhao Xinyu's, which made Luo Weiguo a little crazy.

She has been cooking for her father for more than 20 years. In the past, she always praised the delicious food she cooked. Fortunately, now she just ate Zhao Xinyu's meal and was picky. She was a little doubtful whether these three were her. brother and sister.

When Zhao Xinyu came out of the room at night, he saw the Luo brothers and sisters. In the past, they were worried about disturbing the old man, but now that the old man was fine, they finally dared to come over.

Of course, Zhao Xinyu accepted the most polite thanks from the Luo family and got to know everyone in the Luo family. Zhao Xinyu went to the old man's ward.

In the ward, Du Gang was chatting with the old man. When Zhao Xinyu entered the ward, he looked at the old man, and the old man also looked at him.

When the four doors faced each other, Zhao Xinyu smiled and nodded to the old man, but he didn't expect the old man's expression to change instantly. This made Zhao Xinyu stunned.

"Old man, what's wrong with you?"

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

The old man calmed down and his face slowly recovered, "Please call me Zhao Xinyu. Come and sit here. This time, I really want to thank you for bringing me back from hell."

Zhao Xinyu first checked the old man's pulse and said, "Old man, you will be fine after you rest for a while. I will make you a pot of medicinal food. You will feel more energetic after eating it."

"Don't worry yet. Let's talk."

While chatting, Zhao Xinyu found that the old man told him almost the same things as Du Gang and asked about things about his childhood or grandfather. But I have to ask Grandpa more often.

"Xinyu, I don't know if you have a photo of your grandfather. I want to see what kind of old man can cultivate an outstanding grandson like you."

Zhao Xinyu smiled bitterly. He took out his mobile phone and found a very blurry photo in it. "Grandpa, I don't like taking pictures. This was when I was five years old. I begged my grandpa to take pictures, so I only have this one."

The blurry photo shows an old man wearing a bloated cotton-padded coat and trousers holding a child. The old man's cotton-padded coat and trousers are a bit tattered. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t washed my face for a long time or something, or if I left it on for too long, my face is very blurry.

The old man and Du Gang looked carefully several times. Their eyes kept flickering, and there was a hint of excitement in their eyes. Although they could not see the old man's face clearly, they could see their familiar shadows on his figure.

"Xinyu, when is your birthday?"

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

"Where's your grandpa?"

Zhao Xinyu sighed slightly, "Grandpa never celebrated birthdays. He said he would celebrate birthdays when he got old, and he only celebrated one birthday in several years, but that's okay."

The two looked at each other, and fluctuations appeared in their eyes again, "Xinyu, didn't you say yesterday that you were going to cook barbecue and stew crucian carp for everyone? Everything is ready over there. I will stay with the old leader here."

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

The old man nodded with a complicated expression, "Although the photo is blurry, I can recognize it. What's more, Brother Zhao Polu said that his birthday is February 29th. He has celebrated his birthday several times, but that's okay. Unexpectedly, Brother Polu did not pass away, but was cultivating Xinyu in the countryside. How could I not have heard of Guo before? Brother Polu also knew Chinese medicine and cooking skills."

"Old leader, would you like to call the Meng family? Xinyu is most likely a lost child of the Meng family."

The old man sighed, "At first, the eldest brother, Meng Lie, and Jiao Meng were the iron triangle that many people envied. But the Meng Jiao family suddenly turned against each other. First, Meng Lie's eldest son, Meng Feihu, and his family were attacked, and the surviving son was also unknown. At that time, everyone suspected that it was the Jiao family. Then Jiao Meng's second son, Jiao Deming, was killed in an attack, and his newborn son also disappeared. This caused the two families to be at odds with each other, and they never interacted with each other until they died. Later, he met Po Lu The suicide note left by the eldest brother means that there will no longer be an Iron Triangle in the world. The child Ru Xinyu is indeed Meng Lie's lost grandson, but why was he taken away and adopted by the eldest brother Polu? What would Meng Lie think about this? Think clearly.”

Du Gang's eyes narrowed slightly, "Old leader, you are saying that the original incident had the shadow of Brother Polu."

"Brother Polu won't do it, but there must be a reason. Otherwise, brother Polu wouldn't hide in a mountain village and live incognito. By the way, brother Polu has also adopted a grandson, shouldn't he?"

"Hu", Du Gang took a deep breath, and there was a trace of horror in his eyes. If this was really what he had guessed, what happened in the first place would have forced Polu, whom they respectfully called the God of War, to feign death to avoid.

Thinking of this, Du Gang looked at the old man, but saw that there was also a trace of worry in the old man's eyes. Two families had troubles one after another, and the troubles targeted the children with the eldest grandson. No one else was spared, but only the child was missing. . . . . .

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