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C769 Brewing
Zhao Yitai waved Zhao Xiudong away.
Zhao Xiudong also knew that it was useless to say anything now, and he was afraid that the old man's unhappiness would cause him to feel even worse, so he dragged Jiang Feng away.
But Jiang Feng could see that the old man had a heart attack, and Zhao Xiudong assumed that Jiang Feng knew what the old man's heart attack was about.
"Jiang Feng, do you know why my father has a heart attack? It can't be that he doesn't have a reason, right?"
"And I thought it was because the old man felt that his family didn't have enough company, but looking at the way he acted just now, I felt that that wasn't the case."
Zhao Xiudong analyzed it himself, hoping Jiang Feng would give him an answer.
Jiang Feng was also speechless. Although he could tell that Zhao Yitai had a heart attack, how could he possibly know the specific reason? It was only because the aroma of the wine wafted past him just now that Jiang Feng was able to determine that Zhao Yitai had a heart attack due to the circumstances.
"Has the old man been home recently? Did you ever go out? "
Jiang Feng asked, perhaps he could find some clues.
Zhao Xiudong called the servant over.
"Has the old man left his house in the past two days?"
"The old gramps has been in his room since he came out of the study. He hasn't even done his usual exercises."
The servant answered truthfully.
Zhao Xiudong looked at Jiang Feng, wondering if the servant's words would be of any use to him.
Jiang Feng looked at the urgent Zhao Xiudong.
Don't be in such a hurry. Since the old man hasn't gone out for the past few days, then the problem should be at home. I'll go take a look in the study first.
Zhao Xiudong had no choice but to lead Jiang Feng to the study.
As soon as he opened the door, a strong and mellow aroma wafted into his nose. The unique flavor of the grain after it has been fermented caused him to be unable to forget about it.
"Jiang Feng, look at this place in the study room. I won't disturb you, I'll be waiting for you outside. Call me anytime if you need anything."
Zhao Xiudong closed the door and waited.
This kind of thing, he could only leave it to Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng looked at the decorated ancient study. There was a mahogany bookcase with many books on it. Some of them were even older than Jiang Feng.
There was even a wine cabinet placed opposite the bookshelf.
Looks like this Zhao Yitai really does like to hide wine.
The wine shelves were large and small, and there was a long list of good wines.
However, Jiang Feng always felt uncomfortable when he looked at the huge liquor cabinet. However, he couldn't tell what it was at the moment.
Jiang Feng roughly calculated, there were nearly a hundred bottles of good wine in the liquor cabinet.
Jiang Feng suddenly looked at an extremely empty spot on the wine shelf. He suddenly understood why the wine shelf gave him an uncomfortable feeling.
It was full except for one empty wine shelf.
If Jiang Feng didn't guess wrong, there was originally a bottle of wine at that location, but for some reason, a bottle was missing.
Smelling the aroma of the liquor in the room, a thought flashed in Jiang Feng's mind.
Although Zhao Yitai's study room had a whole cabinet full of good wine, it was not opened at all. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be such a strong aroma of wine. The only possibility was that the bottle on the cabinet that was missing had been opened.
However, there was not a single glass of wine on the table in the study, let alone a bottle that had been opened.
Jiang Feng locked his gaze into the trash can under the table.
In addition, the aroma of the wine was the most concentrated in the trash can.
Jiang Feng walked straight to the front of the trash can.
Jiang Feng looked down at the broken wine bottle in the trash can and had already guessed the gist of it.
Looking at the unaged sticker on the bottle, Jiang Feng found the root of Zhao Yitai's heart disease.
Zhao Xiudong said Zhao Yitai liked to hide wine, and for a wailing man, even if he drank it all, he wouldn't throw away the bottle, because some bottles were even more valuable than wine.
Jiang Feng was suddenly enlightened, and then he felt a little helpless. Zhao Yitai seemed to have a deep affection for a bottle of wine that a man was so depressed about.
Knowing the root of Zhao Yitai's problem, Jiang Feng knew where to start.
Jiang Feng picked up a pen and paper on the table and quickly wrote something down for Zhao Xiudong.
Seeing Jiang Feng coming out of the study, Zhao Xiudong hurried forward to ask if Jiang Feng had found anything.
"Send someone to prepare these items immediately, I'm useful."
Although Zhao Xiudong did not know what Jiang Feng wanted these things for, since it was Jiang Feng who had ordered them, he did not delay and immediately sent someone to prepare them.
Half an hour later, everything on the list was ready.
"Jiang Feng, where should I put these things?"
Zhao Xiudong asked.
"Take them to the study room. Also, no one is allowed to enter before I come out, not even you."
Jiang Feng said solemnly.
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Like an imperial edict, Zhao Xiudong kept everyone away from the study, even himself.
Although he didn't know what Jiang Feng was going to do in the study room, he must have his reasons since Jiang Feng gave the order.
Since Zhao Yitai's heart was boozed, he could only be cured with alcohol.
Fortunately, Jiang Feng had also sung of this wine before, and he also knew the way to make it. The only difficulty was that the newly made wine didn't have a settling time, so it lacked taste.
Jiang Feng had locked himself in his study for several hours, and Zhao Xiudong had been waiting outside to let no one disturb Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng had brewed the wine two hours ago, but the rest of the time Jiang Feng kept using his zhenqi to stir the brewed wine, and the taste and taste of the wine was the same as when Zhao Yitai broke the bottle.
Jiang Feng took more than two hours to complete the last step.
Looking at the finished wine, Jiang Feng carefully put it into a container that was made of clay.
Jiang Feng carried the jug directly to Zhao Yitai's room, and Zhao Xiudong hurried after him.
Seeing that Jiang Feng and Zhao Xiudong were bothering him again, Zhao Yitai looked a little unhappy, but on Jiang Feng's account, he did not say anything.
Jiang Feng took off the seal on the wine jar. Then, a strong aroma of alcohol filled the whole room.
Zhao Xiudong looked at the wine jar in Jiang Feng's hand in confusion, not knowing what Jiang Feng was up to.
However, Zhao Yitai's soul was almost hooked by the aroma of the wine.
Zhao Yitai hurried over to Jiang Feng and snatched the jar of wine from his hands, holding it in his arms as if it were a treasure.
"Jiang Feng, how much do you think this is? I'll buy it. Three million is enough. If it's not, I'll add another two million."
Zhao Xiudong looked at his father in confusion. A pot of wine worth five million yuan was nothing but bullsh * t.
"Old Master, I just brewed this wine, and the ingredients are all prepared by your son. If you like it, then just take it."
This wine was the antidote to Zhao Yitai's mental illness. Jiang Feng had come to help, so how could he accept money from the old man?