Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 519 - 207: Things Have Gone Wrong_1

Chapter 519: Chapter 207: Things Have Gone Wrong_1

"What do you mean by ’different’? Can you actually get centuries-old turtle shells?" Upon hearing Yan Fei claimed that his medicinal wine was different from others, Old He, lying there, sneered.

One way or another, the old man was now finding fault with everything he saw and heard. Yan Fei chose not to argue with him, thinking to himself: A turtle as large as a room must be at least several decades if not a hundred years old, right? Maybe there are even thousand-year-old ones too. Unfortunately, you won’t get a reward even if you’re right...

"What, are you too cocky to acknowledge what I say, young man?" Seeing Yan Fei ignoring him, Old He became even more disgruntled. "Come on, pour me a glass so I can taste it. If it’s not as good as your boasting, next time you’re selling bezoars, see if you can find anyone to help you sell them..."

Yan Fei didn’t even have to lift a finger. Seeing the old man finally get up from under the ragged blanket, Wang Jiuming hurriedly got up. Although Granny He had been grumbling at Old He, she quickly stood up and found a glass for the wine.

The jug was tricky to pour from, so they first poured the wine into a bowl before transferring it into the glass.

A faint aroma of liquor immediately filled the room. This aroma was relatively subtle as it had been overridden by the medicinal properties of the infused wine.

Old He picked up the glass and tasted the wine, then sneered at Yan Fei, "Did you soak retreating sea turtle shells? Why does it have a fishy smell?"

What’s wrong with this guy? Yan Fei was speechless.

Who knows how many years that old turtle had been in the sea, its fishy smell wasn’t entirely removable. However, once infused into wine, that fishy smell was neutralized. It was only Old He who would say such things; no one else had ever detected this flavor.

The old man drank the wine without any accompanying dishes. Prepared dishes were on the table, almost getting cold, but he did not look at them and kept sipping the wine. He also grumbled, "If only we had alcohol back then, we wouldn’t have suffered sleepless nights. Poor Old Qi..."

Observing him drink half a bowl of wine while talking, Yan Fei tried to advise him, "This wine should not be consumed in excess, drinking too much may backfire..."

Yan Fei wasn’t sure what kind of side effects drinking too much turtle shell wine could cause. However, he did know about the dragon bone wine. Fifth Brother from the Beef Restaurant in the county town was the case in point! After drinking too much, he had a wild time with his wife, enough to conceive a son!

It seemed like he had a pretty intense time; who knows if there would be any adverse effects from drinking too much turtle shell wine...

Unfortunately, his advice only motivated the old man more. He finally picked up his chopsticks and started eating while saying, "Come on, pour me another glass. I’ve been drinking for half a lifetime, and there’s no wine I haven’t tried. This medicinal wine made by a punk like you, who’s not even a country doctor, dares to say it can’t be drunk in excess..."

While pouring wine, Wang Jiuming explained to Yan Fei, "It’s okay, the old man’s alcohol tolerance is even better than ours. Drinking a bit won’t be a problem."

It seemed that the old man really could hold his liquor. Even his wife did not try to stop him but relieved to see him drinking and starting to eat, she quickly replaced his cooled meal with a hot one.

The old man seemed to regain some spirit after drinking. He also asked Yan Fei on what he planned to do with the money from selling the bezoars. He remembered his cattle-raising plan and asked him how it was progressing.

"Several dozen households have already signed up. With the money from selling the bezoars, we will sign up more users and be able to buy at least 200 more calves." Yan Fei was quite proud when it came to this. "As more money comes in, we will continue buying. By the end of the year, we should have at least four to five hundred cattle."

"Have you figured out where to sell yet?" Wang Jiuming asked from the side.

"Ah, I’ll raise them myself..." Yan Fei didn’t finish his sentence before realizing his plan had a flaw. "Thanks for reminding me, Senior Brother Wang. I’ve been busy these days and forgot about that. Once the next batch of fattened cows is ready, I need to start looking for buyers. Right now, I’ve only contacted one restaurant, and that definitely won’t be enough in the future!"

Just the thought of selling meat from hundreds of cattle on his own was, indeed, a bit daunting.

"Haha..." Wang Jiuming suddenly laughed. "I thought you had all thought out! Turns out there’s stuff you didn’t consider too. Anyway, it’s still early. You try to contact as many potential buyers as you can. If sales are difficult, call me. I have some connections, and if all else fails, there’s always my old teacher, right?"

"You just remembered your teacher?" Old He’s face flushed as he glared, "Although I don’t particularly take a liking to this little punk, what he’s doing is a good cause, so I will reluctantly give him a hand!"

Turning to Yan Fei, he said, "Do you have more of this wine? I don’t want your ready-made medicinal wine, just give me the raw liquor you have in store. If you have it, give some more to me. So it will be easier for you when you need me."

"No, I don’t!" Yan Fei answered honestly. "I really don’t have any left. As I said, this was what I kept from last year to give as gifts. There were only a few jars, and it’s now all made into medicinal wine, to be left for my grandfather and my father."

"Then give me the best wine you currently have. I’ll keep it until next year." Old He was unconcerned with Yan Fei’s decline. "And don’t flatter yourself! I just love to drink wine with a bit of distiller’s yeast flavor, not because your wine is so good all right! Come on, pour me some more..."

Wang Jiuming quickly stepped forward, holding the jar, pouring wine, and saying, "Last serving for now! Save the rest for tomorrow! Otherwise, who knows when Yan Fei will come next time, once it’s finished, you’ll have nothing to drink!"

"It’s okay, just pour it! I know you’re afraid that I’ll drink too much. Today let me enjoy a bit more, otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep..." Old He suddenly looked very melancholy. "It’s such a pity that Old Qi will probably never get a chance to drink with me again. let me tell you this, his alcohol tolerance was something else! Three glasses of wine, and he couldn’t even find his house..."

"Old He, don’t be too upset, Old Qi would feel bad if he knew you were like this..." Wang Jiuming put down the jar, sealing its opening, and advised Old He.

"How can I not be upset!" The inebriated Old He became agitated by his words. He grabbed the worn-out blanket at his back and held it up, saying to the rest, "Look at this, this was the blanket Old Qi gave me..."

"Old He, calm down, what’s wrong with you?" Wang Jiuming suddenly exclaimed.

"Old He, Old He, take it easy, what’s happening to you?" Granny He was also shocked. "Jiuming quickly make a call, call the hospital, ask for a doctor!"

Old He had no idea what was going on, waving his hand and asking, "What are you all doing? Why are you overreacting? What could possibly happen to me?"

By his side, Xu Xiaoyan also became anxious, "No professor, you have a nosebleed..."

Yan Fei slapped his thigh, "Darn it! I did say that this wine should not be drunk in excess. Senior Brother Wang, make that call immediately!"

Still clueless, Old He wiped under his nose and was surprised, "Huh? Is that a nosebleed?"

Could it be a lie when several people were seeing it?

Chaos ensued in the room...