157 Blood of the Hero (1/2)
Wu Lie was very much affected by his presence.
He could hear the smile in Supreme Wind’s words, ”Sir Wu, I believe that you won’t think that I’ve come to bribe you, will you?”
Wu Lie flushed a bright red and replied, ”Of course not. Nine sirs’ kindness cannot be considered bribery. Even if it were to be bribery, I shall accept it shamelessly.”
Supreme Wind laughed at.
Without further preamble, he took out a few pills and fed them to Wu Lie’s wife and son before cultivating to comb through their meridians.
”I will come every night from now on. Your son will regain his sight about ten days from now and his eyes will recuperate to their usual state about half a month later; the poison in his body will be entirely cleansed as well. As for the mistress, I can only revive her and enhance her health; unfortunately, I can't do anything about her broken legs.
Wu Lie was near tears.
After so many years, this was the first time that Wu Lie, as an impartial arbiter, was so moved.
Wu Lie’s tears coursed suddenly as he watched as his child blink timidly and his wife sleep so peacefully for the first time in years.
When he woke up from his trance, Supreme Wind was already gone.
There was a note on the table, the handwriting on it terribly messy.
”Man of fealty, an official of patriotism – the heaven will bless, the people will see; dedication for the empire and for its people shall forever be; take care dear sir, long live Yutang!”
…
Recalling the scene last night, he held onto the silver taels the old marshal had tossed over.
He had said it was a loan and he had to return them, since the start of the conversation. The old marshal knew that he would not accept it otherwise.
My dignity is being cared for by so many people! They have carefully guarded it for me, afraid to hurt my pathetic ego.
Wu Lie took in a deep breath, determination shining in his eyes.
His pace was wide as he strode towards his home, hugging tightly to the silver taels.
With such patriotic and devoted officials, why worry that Yutang would not regain its glory?
He would do his part in realizing this greatness.
…
When Yun Yang left his dwellings once again, he suddenly realized that Tiantang City had become much cleaner.
It was already the ninth of the tenth month now.
There were eleven more days before Tie Zheng’s wedding.
Two teams of people from other countries had already arrived and had stopped outside the city.
Tie Zheng’s wedding – a goblet of wine for every militant in the world; this was a huge affair for the armies all across the earth.
Of course, it could also easily become a titanic event that would turn Tiantang City into a volcano waiting to erupt.
Yun Yang had decided to first complete Tie Zheng’s wedding before speaking of other things.
After all, this goblet of wine belonged to all the militants in this world, whether they were dead or alive!
They were all qualified to have a drink.
Yun Yang would not allow this momentous occasion to be sabotaged by anyone.
He strolled towards the promised location, stepping on the sparse, wilted leaves on the street.
”Young Master Yun, you’re here.” Young Master Ma stood up, a warm smile on his face.
”Yes, about the wine I’ve booked earlier - how much of them are ready now?” Yun Yang asked gently.
Young Master Ma coughed and said, ”Since Young Master Yun has mentioned it two months ago, this young brother did not dare to slack and has worked all through the nights to change all the labels on the Drunken Immortal Brew we have in stock to the Blood of the Hero. Even the pots have been changed so that no one could tell the difference. Other than that, the twenty-odd branches under the Ma Family have been producing the wine day and night. There are already eighty-five thousand pots of this new Blood of Hero in stock, as of now.”
”How much is a pot?” Yun Yang asked.
”I know, I know, we’ve been working around the clock during this entire period…” Young Master Ma smiled amicably. ”The quality has to be the best since Young Master Yun has asked it to be so. The market price for each pot is about six hundred silver taels while each pot is twenty catties in weight.”
Yun Yang frowned. ”Six hundred taels? One pot? Twenty catties in weight? Doesn’t that mean that a catty of Blood of the Hero is worth thirty silver taels? Young Master Ma, are you fellows trying to eat people alive or drink their blood?”
”Of course, if Young Master Yun wants all the wine, we only need…” Young Master Ma gritted his teeth and continued resolutely, ”Two hundred taels for a pot is good enough! Young Master Yun, we have cut all the labor cost for this price… Any lesser and our family will really not profit at all!After all, it’s a large sum…”
Yun Yang hummed softly and did not speak as he raised his cup of tea. He was mentally calculating furiously, ”Eighty thousand pots will be one million and a hundred and sixty thousand catties. One catty can make three goblets of wine so there’ll be four million and eight hundred thousand goblets…”
”Not enough, by far.” Yun Yang shook his head, ”I need at least a hundred thousand pots of Blood of the Hero!”
”Oh, my…” Young Master Ma moaned. ”Boss, another hundred thousand pots at this price… You'll put my family under the ground.”
Yun Yang looked at him coldly.