Chapter 121: Iâll Pay for the Wine!
âWhatâs wrong with you, old man? Havenât I already given you wine? Why did you pour it all away?â
The shopkeeper glared at the old man, his voice stiffening in helplessness. Who knew where this old man had come from, having suddenly appeared and plopped himself right at the front of his shopâs entrance. He had even refused to go away, threatening he was not going to leave til he was given wine. It really infuriated him now that he was given the wine, the old man had simply poured it all onto the floor instead!
Old Patriarch Feng pouted and with a look of unmasked contempt, he said: âWho told you to not give this old man the good stuff? The wine you gave me was so diluted it was like plain water, even if you can drink it, thereâs no way thatâs going to go down my throat!â
The shopkeeper was so furious he shouted out loudly as he pointed a shaking finger at the old man: âYouâŠ.. You darned old man! Which family are you from! How can you be so unreasonable! ? Youâre not paying a single cent yet you want superior wine! ? You should be thankful that Iâve even given you any wine and not be so ungrateful! Iâm warning you, if you still refuse to leave, I wonât be playing nice anymore!â
Feng Old Man flung the wine gourd he held in his hand and it rapped the shopkeeper upon the head as the old man said in a berating voice: âHmph! No respect for elders at all! Didnât you father and mother teach you that you should not point your fingers at your elders? How atrocious! Simply too atrocious!â
When the surrounding crowd who had been drawn there by the ruckus heard those words, they couldnât hold themselves back and went âpfftâ, breaking out in stifled laughter.
The shopkeeperâs face had gone completely red, to the extent he even felt like crying as he said: âDear Old Master, take it that Iâm begging you alright? Please be kind to me and leave will you! ? Go home quickly and donât stand in my way here and let me do some business. Mineâs only a small little business, how can I do any business with you sitting here in the middle of my front door?â
âGo home?â The old man hugging the wine gourd tilted his head sideways as his face creased into a frown as he thought deeply and said: âWhich family am this old man from? I seem to have forgotten it again.â
When he heard this, the shopkeeper knelt down in resignation.
He fell forward to hug the old manâs legs and pleaded in tears: âOld Master, I am begging you, you cannot just plant yourself at this spot here. Iâll apologise to you, I shouldnât have shouted at you in a loud voice, I shouldnât have been disrespectful to you, your esteemed self wouldnât take offence with trivial people like me, so please go home quicklyâŠ.â
Old Patriarch Fengâs face was dark as he said to the shopkeeper in disdain: âWhat a good for nothing! Kneeling over such a small matter! And youâre even crying? Donât you know that men shed blood and not tears? Look at what you look like right now! Youâre just an ugly sight! This old man is really too ashamed to even look at you.â
Upon saying that, the old man immediately turned his face away firmly, refusing to even look at the shopkeeper and just shoved the wine gourd into the shopkeeperâs arms and said: âGo. Get this old man half a gourd of good wine. I want the superior stuff. This old man will not accept inferior wine.â
The surrounding crowd looked on sympathetically at the shopkeeper, with one of them even shouting out: âIâll say, why donât you just give the elderly one a mouthful of good wine eh? Judging from the old manâs dress, he is definitely not an elder from any common family, which surely wouldnât shortchange you for that little bit of money for your wine right?â
âThatâs right, thatâs right. Wonât owe you wine money.â Old Patriarch Fengâs face was a wide grin as he nodded and urged: âQuick! This old manâs craving for wine is acting up again.â
The shopkeeper still hesitated for a moment before he went inside with the wine gourd to draw some wine. As he was afraid that the old man would pour the wine away once again, he really took out the superior grade wine this time, his heart wincing in pain as he filled the gourd, apprehensive whether the Old Master really have the money to pay for it? And just which family he belonged to?
After filling the wine, the shopkeeper came back out and handed the wine gourd to the old man and asked: âOld Master, which family are you really from?â
Old Patriarch Feng grabbed the wine gourd from him and still glared at the shopkeeper and said: âHadnât this old man said it already before? This old man has again forgotten which family Iâm from. But rest assured that this old man will not owe you the money for the wine.â
As he spoke, he stood up while taking off his clothes up and said, âThis old manâs clothes are worth some money, take it as compensation for the wine.â
The shopkeeperâs face was mournful almost in tears. âI have no use for them by taking your clothes!â
âIâll pay the money for his wine.â