A small plot of land in a mountain village

Liu Wei and his friends never expected that drinking could lead to such a situation. They had unwittingly saved Xiao Feng's life, and their worries from earlier that morning had vanished in the blink of an eye.

My second uncle has been in officialdom for a long time, and this kind of miraculous wine has an effect after drinking it. That doesn't mean the person who brewed it might have a way to cure Xiao Feng's illness.

After drinking the wine, Xiao Feng felt refreshed all over and no longer felt as strained as before. A faint warmth emanated from his body, instantly making his face rosy.

Now Xiao Feng can finally confirm that this seemingly ordinary plum wine can indeed cure his illness.

"Second Uncle, I feel a wave of heat flowing through my body now. I didn't really appreciate the wine last time, but now I understand it clearly." His face was full of joy.

When you're about to die, you suddenly discover something that can save you. You're overwhelmed with excitement and can't say anything else. No matter how much it costs, you have to get your hands on this wine.

The dean and doctors were baffled as to what kind of wine it was, with such remarkable effects that the effects were immediately apparent. However, the only bottle of plum wine was already in Liu Feng's hands, so borrowing it for research was out of the question.

"Xiao Feng, I'll investigate right away and find out who delivered this wine. I'll shamelessly ask them where it came from." Uncle was also stunned by this sudden information.

Yesterday I didn't quite believe that this wine could have such an effect, but what I just saw is undeniable, how could I not be excited?

The nurse was instructed to take good care of him. The second uncle was preparing to find the person who delivered the wine. Since that person knew the benefits of the wine, why didn't they say anything? Did they not know the inside story, or did they have other motives?

After the initial excitement, this thought came to mind. Having been an official for so long, I quickly understood such matters. It was nothing more than money and power. But if it could save Xiao Feng's life, it would be worth it.

The room was quiet. I couldn't move my hands, but I felt much better. With my eyes closed, I could still feel a faint warmth within my body, though it had faded considerably, it was still flowing.

I never expected to receive help from a benefactor this time. I had been holding onto hope, but after that hope was dashed, this benefactor quietly appeared.

Besides the good mood he gets from his official duties, there's also a female nurse taking care of him. If he recovers, he'll probably be transferred to another department. His salary and position are truly enviable.

Everyone had different thoughts in mind, and they were all looking forward to the arrival of the winemaker.

There are quite a few people who come to visit every day, and my second uncle can't remember them all. The only way to check the alcohol is to pull up the surveillance footage.

Uncle Er quickly recognized that the plum wine was brought by Secretary Zhu's friend. When they arrived, Chairman Zhang had taken the wine, so Uncle Er mistakenly thought it was from Secretary Zhu's friend.

Uncle Er never expected that the person who delivered the wine was actually Secretary Zhu's friend. He hadn't even noticed the unremarkable wine before, but it seems he could be wrong about things.

Without any fancy packaging, just the bottle itself, anyone who sees it would probably think, "Who told Zhang Niu to just use any old bottle when he made plum wine?"

The whole story can only be blamed on Zhang Niu's desire to save effort. But in a place like the countryside, as long as the wine is drinkable, that's all that matters. Who cares about anything else?

That's really just making trouble for nothing, being utterly bored.

I originally thought it would be anyone, just a phone call would suffice, but since the person is Secretary Zhu's friend, I couldn't be impolite, so it was better to visit in person.

Xiao Feng still has more than half a bottle of plum wine. Drinking a little will help him last a long time. Second Uncle has thought this through very well. As long as we can find the person who brewed the wine, things will be much easier afterward.

This matter had never made my second uncle so anxious before. The accident happened out of nowhere, leaving my second uncle, who was still in Beijing at the time, stunned. Xiao Feng's parents were running a company abroad.

They drove towards the family quarters in the provincial capital.

Finding that person sooner would put our minds at ease. If the wine delivery person is from out of town, it would be a real problem. The main issue is that Xiao Feng's illness can't be delayed any longer.

Now that we have this plum wine to buy us some time, if we finish it all, we probably won't have many days left. Although I'm not a doctor, I can still tell that the plum wine makes me feel a bit excited.

Otherwise, Xiao Feng wouldn't have been able to recover so quickly. It was all thanks to that plum wine. Thinking about it made Second Uncle angry. Xiao Wei and his friends actually drank a whole bag of wine down to just one bottle.

There were many people around, and I didn't want them to lose face, but I still couldn't help getting angry in the car. From what Xiao Feng said, it seemed like there was an even more expensive wine.

These guys are still hard to manage. If there hadn't been a bottle left, this experiment wouldn't have been possible, let alone now that we have a clue that could save Xiao Feng's life.

Getting into the family dormitory was a simple matter; with just a few questions, Liu Feng knew which building Secretary Zhu lived in.

The nanny opened the door to find a stranger and was about to ask him something.

"Go in and tell Secretary Zhu that I am Liu Feng, and the secretary will know," he said to the nanny.

There are rules for family dormitories, and everyone knows that. It's best to have the nanny announce it first before you go in. Since you're already at the entrance, there's no rush.

The journey from the sanatorium took very little time, so my hurried pace naturally increased.

"Secretary, there's a man named Liu Feng outside who says he's looking for you," he whispered to the squinting secretary.

"Please come in! Also, brew another pot of Da Hong Pao tea later, and bring that tea set as well." He stood up and gave the order.

Old Zhu, who had just slept on the sofa, never expected that Liu Feng would come to see him in the morning. Could it be that Liu Guanfeng had died? He still had some doubts in his mind.

"Please forgive my uninvited visit," Liu Feng said politely as soon as he arrived.

This made Old Zhu even more puzzled. What exactly was going on? But it would be even worse to ask him directly. If he asked the wrong question, he wouldn't know how to explain it.

"Come over here, I've already had tea brewed." Let's sit down and talk things over.

Liu Feng had no time for tea at this moment. Normally, he would have agreed immediately, but this was an extremely urgent matter, and he needed to find out the situation as soon as possible.

He quickly waved his hand: "Forget about tea. I came here today because I wanted to ask you what the name of the friend you were with the day before yesterday was. I need his help with something."

Ah! Looking for Chairman Zhang? What could this be about? I guess Chairman Zhang is nothing to Liu Feng, so why would he be looking for him? Although his expression was blank, all sorts of guesses were running through his mind.

"That's an old friend of mine. I don't know what's wrong with you, but if it's not important, I might be able to help," he said to Liu Feng.

When Liu Feng heard that it was an old friend, he was even more pleased. If it were a friend who had helped him in his career, that would be a bit troublesome. The nature of an old friend is different.

Since Secretary Zhu asked, Liu Feng naturally wouldn't hide anything. "My nephew, Xiao Feng, drank some plum wine that your old friend brought the night before last, and he felt much better. He can even move his hands now. But my other nephews, who just returned from the army, drank all the wine and only one bottle is left. That's why I rushed over to you, hoping to find the person who brewed it and maybe save him."

Old Zhu was increasingly surprised as he listened. Could this health-promoting plum wine really have such benefits? With a look of astonishment on his face, he chuckled and said, "That wine was a gift from an old friend. I was afraid someone would see it the day before yesterday, so I had my friend carry it for a while."

It's truly a case of "after the darkest hour comes the dawn."

Upon hearing this news, Liu Feng immediately asked, "I wonder if there's still any plum wine left?"

Although asking such a direct question is not very reasonable, it doesn't bother me. Having another bottle of these green plums will give Xiaofeng's illness some more time to recover.

Old Zhu had only intended to bring some unusual items over, but by sheer luck, the plum wine turned out to be beneficial to his condition, so he wouldn't be stingy with it.

"There are only a few bottles left. If you come later, there probably won't be any left. As for finding the person who brewed this wine, just ask me. I've been to that place before."

As long as there's wine, at least Liu Feng can have peace of mind for a few days. Even if he can't find the person right away, it's not a big deal. He originally thought only Secretary Zhu's friends knew, but it turns out that Secretary Zhu himself knew as well.

It's like happiness is falling one after another, leaving Liu Feng no time to think about why they met. Right now, he just wants to know who brewed the wine.

"Could this be a divine healer?" he asked tentatively, hoping that the person who could brew wine was no ordinary person.

Unexpectedly, Liu Feng was so interested in the brewer. He said, "The brewer is actually a young man who runs a mountain resort in the countryside. I only found out about him by visiting him once."

"What! A young man?" Liu Feng couldn't help but exclaim, his usually calm expression betraying his surprise.

"Yes, he's a young man, very warm and honest. He only gave me this wine because I helped him out occasionally. Otherwise, this wine is only available at his estate; it's all homemade and not sold to the public."

No wonder! I even asked a friend to look up this plum wine, only to find that it's not available on the market at all. Apparently, it's not sold to the public. I was just wondering about that.

"Does this young man have some kind of expert or mentor behind him?" Liu Feng decided to ask anyway, as he wouldn't dare to ask just any young man.

This winemaking might have been done under someone else's guidance; I absolutely don't believe I could make this wine myself.

This is Xiao Feng's life; we can't just hand it over to someone else for nothing.

Old Zhu knew immediately that Liu Feng didn't believe him. Anyway, whether Liu Feng believed him or not was none of his business. "I don't know. He did say that he brewed the wine himself."

These ambiguous words left Liu Feng unsure of what to do, but now that he knew where the wine came from, he decided to go and check it out himself.

"I'm really sorry to have troubled you this time. I'll remember this. Even if it was unintentional, it saved my nephew's life. I'm so grateful..." His face was filled with excitement.

Old Zhu never expected that Liu Feng would remember this. He thought that sending the wine was an unintentional act. He only wanted to send something special, but he never expected to encounter such a thing.

After that, things were simple. Old Zhu took three bottles of plum wine from the house, one of which was premium and the other two were ordinary, and put them in a bag. He also wrote down the address of Happy Little Abode.

Old Zhu's family has won the wine. It seems they need to get some more from Old Zhang. Otherwise, how will they live? They're used to enjoying plum wine every day, and suddenly it's gone.

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