Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Various mountain delicacies were served, their aroma filling the air.

But then, a strong aroma of wine wafted over.

The aroma of the liquor wafted from the few jars in the distillery.

Grandpa Zuo personally opened the seal and guarded it himself, holding a wooden spoon in his hand as he poured the wine into the bottle.

Then the first dish is served.

The wine is clear, and when poured into a bowl, it produces fine bubbles. The aroma is pungent but not overpowering.

"Where did this wine come from?"

People from other villages asked.

"It's homemade from Jiapigou!" Gou Shengzi shouted, holding his bowl. "The first batch is the strongest!"

Hao Limin took a sip from the bowl, squinted at it for a long time, and nodded.

"Hmm, this wine is good, even more fragrant than the wine from the county's winery."

Zuo Shouquan also took a sip and smiled:

"Your family's cooking skills are truly exceptional."

Zuo Shouquan knew before that Lu Yao's neighbor shared the same surname as him. There weren't many people with the surname Zuo, but he never thought of getting to know them by claiming kinship.

After all, he was a lonely old man with a little girl.

But today, upon hearing that Grandpa Zuo is now in charge of the winery, he immediately began to look at him in a different light.

It's not that Zuo Shouquan is overly materialistic; a person must have value to be recognized by others.

You're just a manure collector; expecting respect from others is wishful thinking.

The same old man, but with his unique brewing skills, even if Zuo Shouquan doesn't need you to do anything, you still have more respect for him.

Grandpa Zuo waved his hand, speaking politely but with a smile on his face:

"The first batch wasn't quite cooked enough. It will taste even better after aging for two months."

Mei Ping doesn't like drinking, but she picked up the glass, smelled it, and said with a smile:

"This fragrance makes me feel warm."

Shi Mengyi sat at another table in the room, took a sip from her bowl, and her eyes lit up.

He took another sip and nodded in praise of the fine wine.

Liang Chunlin, who was beside her, quickly filled her cup, nodding repeatedly:

"Indeed, it smells wonderful and is unlike anything else."

More and more people were drinking in the courtyard outside.

After a bowl of wine, his face turned red, and he became more talkative.

Some people were playing drinking games, some were guessing Mei'er's name, and some were carrying bowls around the yard looking for people to clink glasses with.

The noise was incessant:

"This roe deer meat smells delicious!"

"Wild boar stew with glass noodles, absolutely delicious!"

"Venus meat is tender, and antelope meat is soft and juicy—both are excellent!"

Niu Baisui was busy in the kitchen, sweating profusely, the spatula making a loud whirring sound as he turned the pots and pans.

Niu Erya assisted him from the side, cutting meat and stuffing it into her mouth, while Niu Baisui tapped it several times with a spatula.

After Yiyou finished eating, Eryou quickly went to eat.

If there aren't enough seats, don't worry, just stand and wait. There's plenty of meat and wine, so you'll always get to eat.

Lu Yao walked through the crowd with his wine bowl in hand, clinking glasses with this person and taking a sip with that person.

When he got up to Zhao Bala, Zhao Bala grabbed him and insisted on having a bowl of rice with him.

Lu Yao drank it, and Zhao Bala poured another bowl, wanting to drink more.

Sun Dabiao laughed from the side, "Scarface, don't get Brother Lu drunk. If he can't get on his wife's body tonight, she'll come after you!"

Er Biao laughed heartily, "Don't worry, just let your sister-in-law ride the horse!"

These people are all uncouth; their speech is vulgar and offensive.

However, Lu Yao didn't mind. He felt that these people were more approachable than the refined and cultured ones in the room.

They will help you without any principles, and in critical moments, they will rush forward even at the cost of their lives.

Unlike those in high-class settings, they were full of concerns.

There's a couplet that goes: "The most righteous are often butchers, while the most ungrateful are often scholars."

This is a couplet written by Cao Xuequan, a poet of the Ming Dynasty. It means that those who value loyalty and righteousness are mostly ordinary people engaged in lowly professions, while knowledgeable people often do things against their conscience and betray their feelings.

Lu Yao himself was a member of the martial arts world and preferred the atmosphere of these people.

Lu Yao had a high alcohol tolerance and drank several cups with Zhao Balai and the others.

Song Zhe huddled in the corner of the table, eating his food with his head down, not daring to utter a sound.

Zhao Ba La turned around and glared at him:

"You fucking drink already! What are you pretending for? Aren't you giving my brother any face?"

Song Zhe quickly picked up the bowl, took a sip, and choked, coughing.

On the table next to me.

Zheng Baoli spoke to several leaders with a forced smile.

Zheng Wenli sat next to him, his face flushed from drinking, his eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the dishes on the table.

"Wenli, offer a toast to Team Leader Shi."

Zheng Baoli nudged him.

Zheng Wenli didn't move. Zheng Baoli nudged him again, and he slowly stood up, carrying the bowl, and walked over to Shi Mengyi.

"Team Leader Shi... I salute you."

Shi Mengyi looked up at him but didn't move.

Zheng Wenli stood there, holding his bowl, not knowing what to say.

Zheng Baoli was so anxious that he wrung his hands in frustration.

"I...I..." Zheng Wenli stammered, "I know you're the new team leader, you're powerful, you're the boss, everyone below is afraid of you, afraid of offending you and getting punished..."

Shi Mengyi's almond-shaped eyes widened immediately.

This kid is so arrogant, who's he?

This startled even the hardcore leader, prompting him to launch an attack. Even a goose can frighten a tiger.

Zheng Wenli then said, "I heard that you...you manage to keep your man completely under your thumb, that's really impressive. But I don't like women like that."

The room suddenly fell silent.

Zheng Baoli's face turned pale. His first thought was to stop his son, but he felt dizzy when he stood up.

Zheng Baoli's face turned pale. His first thought was to stop his son, but he felt dizzy when he stood up.

I almost tripped and fell.

At this moment, he rushed over and grabbed Zheng Wenli:

"You bastard, you're drunk! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Zheng Wenli broke free from him and was about to say something when Zheng Baoli slapped him hard across the face, making him stagger.

Shi Mengyi waved her hand, her face revealing neither joy nor anger. She picked up the bowl, took a sip of wine, and said nothing.

In fact, a raging fire was burning in her heart at that moment.

If the county head and other leaders hadn't been there, she would have smashed the wine bowl on Zheng Wenli's head.

Zheng Baoli dragged Zheng Wenli out, pushed him to the corner of the courtyard wall, and cursed in a low voice:

"You fucking want to die? Is that someone you can afford to offend?"

Zheng Wenli leaned against the wall, chuckling, his eyes wide and unfocused.

For him, Ding Mei getting married was like the sky falling down.

If I had a supersonic missile, I would immediately launch one at Lu Yao.

People who all want to destroy the world, what leader am I afraid of!

Zheng Baoli was so angry that his head trembled, and he stormed off.

Zheng Wenli leaned against the wall for a while, then swayed as he walked out.

As he walked to the door, he glanced back and, taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking, casually picked up a bottle of wine from beside the wine vat and stuffed it into his pocket.

It was cold outside, and the wind made him a little more awake.

He walked along the wall to the edge of the ditch, plopped down, leaned against the ditch wall, took out the bottle of wine, unscrewed the cap, and took another sip.

The alcohol was spicy, burning from my throat all the way down to my stomach.

He could faintly hear laughter coming from the courtyard.

Thinking of the lively scene inside, thinking of Ding Mei's red outfit today, thinking of her with her red veil covering her face, tears inexplicably streamed down my face.

He took another sip.

After downing half a bottle of wine, everything in front of me started to sway, my head was buzzing, my whole body went limp, and I slid down the ditch wall and lay there motionless.

Just then, everything went black, and a figure descended from the sky.

"Slap!"

She lay on top of him.

Soft and fragrant, she's a young lady!