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Korean Mansion

Since Han Zhongyong was kicked by Han Zhongwei, he has been frustrated and angry these days. I don’t know if he was scared or his health was really bad. He was always bored when walking and couldn’t even lift his feet. He could only lie in bed all day long.

"My son, are you better today?" Han Wu's face was crying every day, but even so, Han Zhongyong could not get the mercy of the officials and the old lady. Who made Han Zhongwei expelled from the house by himself?

"It's still the same, weak and dizzy." Han Zhongyong responded.

"This is all caused by that little bastard!" Han Wu said gritting his teeth. If it weren't for Han Zhongwei, his Yong'er would have been reading and reciting poetry now. This is damn.

"Mom, is he dead or alive now?" Han Zhongyong said. In fact, his injuries were not serious. The reason why he was weak now was mainly because he was scared. When Han Wu drove Han Zhongwei out of the house, he was extremely happy, but within a few days, the old lady and his father asked to take Han Zhongwei back. He felt uncomfortable, and his chest was stagnant, and he became more and more sick.

"I have to ask Wu Zheng to find out that it has been so many days and there is no news. Eighty times he has gone to see the King of Hell." Han Wu sneered.

"Miss, General Manager Wu is asking for a meeting." Wu Ling'er came in to report.

"It must be for the little bastard, please invite me quickly." Han Wu said.

When Han Zhongyong heard that Wu Zheng was coming for Han Zhongwei, he was also excited. If there was a clear news of Han Zhongwei's death, his illness might be cured immediately.

"Wu Zheng, have the corpse of that little bastard been found?" Han Wu asked immediately as soon as he saw Wu Zheng.

"Madam..., San... He is still alive." Wu Zheng changed his words immediately when he saw that his wife's face was unhappy.

He looked for the wrong direction from the beginning when he searched for Han Zhongwei. At that time, he thought Han Zhongwei was penniless and seriously injured. If he had not been treated in time, he would have to become a beggar even if he was alive. But after searching for three days, he sifted almost all the beggars in Lin'an City, but still couldn't find anyone. Finally, a servant heard that someone was carrying a young man on a table in a tavern a few days ago to treat his injuries, so he started to find the right way. However, Han Zhongwei did not use his real name. He had been using the name Zhongwei since he left the Han Mansion that day, which also caused trouble for Wu Zheng to find Han Zhongwei.

"Although still alive? How is this possible? Did someone save him?" Han Wu's eyes looked in disbelief, seriously injured, and was only twelve years old. If no one came to help her, she would not believe that Han Zhongwei could survive.

"It's really not saved by someone else. He was rich at that time, at least ten taels." Wu Zheng has now investigated Han Zhongwei's situation in those days. He only needs more than five taels of money to cure his injuries. However, it takes one or two taels of money to eat and stay in Yuelai Inn for five days, and Wang Si, the clerk of Yuelai Inn, received at least three taels of money.

"How could he have money? Could it be that Cui'er gave it?" Han Wu never expected that Han Zhongwei would have money, and there were so many ten cents. This money was enough to cure his injuries.

"It shouldn't be. Maybe I should ask the eldest son, those days they are together every day." Wu Zheng said. In fact, he already knew where the money on Han Zhongwei came from, but he couldn't tell his wife directly about this.

"Where is Yi'er?" Han Wu asked.

"The eldest son hasn't returned to his house for several days..." Wu Zhenggang said, and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing again.

"What? He doesn't even return home now. How many days have he left the mansion?" Han Wu said angrily.

"He has never come back since that day." Wu Zheng said with a tough bullet. The eldest son has not returned home, but now the wife's anger is so angry that she is on her.

"You called him back immediately, it was getting worse and worse. By the way, you said that little bastard is still alive, but I don't want to hear this news. You should know what to do, right?" Han Wushi.

"Mom, leave this matter to me. I must make him worse than death!" Han Zhongyong was extremely excited when he heard Han Wu's words say such cruel words. If he could torture Han Zhongwei, perhaps his illness would be cured. In fact, Han Zhongyong already felt that his illness had been halfway through.

"No, it's not suitable for you to do this. Just let Mr. Dong do it." Han Wu said, Yong'er is a scholar, and he might have to be an official in the future. How could he do such a thing?

"Madam, this is probably inappropriate. Now he is living a quiet place. Except for a trip yesterday, he has not yet gone out. And seeing the signs, he will not go out in the near future." Wu Zheng said. He knew that his wife would definitely be unfavorable to Han Zhongwei, so he had tried his best to find out about Han Zhongwei's news before coming.

"He will always go out, right?" Han Wu said lightly.

"He has bought a house now and there are a few servants. As long as he is willing, he can't go out for a month." Wu Zheng said.

"What?! Where did he get the money!" Han Wu screamed. Han Zhongwei was expelled from the house and his life was much better than the Han family, like a real third son, how could she bear it?

"I'm so angry!" Han Zhongyong also shouted on the bed. He felt as if he had fulfilled Han Zhongwei. If it weren't for him, Han Zhongwei would still be a human being in the mansion with his tail between his tail.

"Butler Wu, you will send someone to inquire about his news in the future. One day I will make him look good." Han Wu also knew that he had lost his composure just now, so he came back to his senses and ordered.

"Yes, as soon as he leaves the mansion, I will report to my wife immediately." Wu Zheng said.

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Han Zhongwei will not leave the house in a short time. He handed over the task of stirring grape juice twice a day to Zhong Zhengjun. Anyway, he will have to do this in the future and concentrate on practicing the internal skills. No matter whether this thing can make him show his power in the future, there is no need to question if he saved his life this time, so Han Zhongwei became more confident and more devoted.

Seven days later, the first fermentation of the wine was completed. Han Zhongwei asked Zhong Zhengjun to buy two more large tanks to prepare for the second fermentation container. Because there was no straw, the siphon method could not be used to suck out the grape juice, so he had to cover two layers of gauze on the new large tank and filter it directly.

This time, there is no need to stir again, nor do I have to place the tank in a cool place like the first time, and just place it in the middle of the yard. It is now the hot summer, and the high temperature is also conducive to fermentation again.

While filtering, Zhong Zhengjun secretly tasted it. Although the wine sauce is relatively turbid and the color is not very good, it tastes like the dry red wine of later generations. This surprised Zhong Zhengjun. He didn't care whether the color looks good or whether the juice is turbid. He took the wine bottle and poured two bottles into himself.
Chapter completed!