Live-in Son-in-law-Chapter 503: Top Door Stick

The drifter suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh no, I only have one glass at home. How about you drink from the bottle cap?"

Qin Yi chuckled, thinking it wasn’t a big deal, and nodded.

The drifter poured drinks for both of them, "Eat a few bites of food first, then drink. Otherwise, the alcohol will hit hard. I’m afraid just one cup will get me drunk."

"What kind of drink is so strong?" Qin Yi asked with a smile.

The drifter’s face turned mysterious: "Qiongyao’s fine brew. If you can tell what kind of wine this is, I’ll give you the rest of it."

Qin Yi picked up chopsticks, took a few bites of food, then lifted the cap and drank the wine inside.

As soon as the wine entered his mouth, Qin Yi frowned.

"Wow, what kind of wine is this? So potent." Qin Yi’s throat burned like fire.

The drifter laughed: "Young man, even I’m afraid to chug it all down. You dare drink it in one go, impressive."

"I’ll tell you, this wine is called Hundred House Brew."

Qin Yi was startled: "Never heard of this wine."

"It’s a mix of a hundred different kinds of wine."

Qin Yi: "..."

"Hahaha... I mix all the leftover wine from my guests together. Strong enough, right?"

Qin Yi was speechless, no wonder the taste was not only strange but also very strong.

"Young man, tell me, what setbacks have you faced that made you seek death?"

Qin Yi pondered for a moment: "I accidentally did something that harmed many people."

"Illegal fundraising?"

Qin Yi was slightly stunned, then shook his head.

"Drug trafficking?"

Qin Yi smiled wryly, "Not those illegal things."

"Forget it, I won’t ask anymore. I’ll just tell you one thing: As long as you’re alive, there’s a chance to make amends. If you’re dead, there’s no chance to fix your mistakes. Look at me, worse than you, and I’ve never thought about dying."

"Who doesn’t make a few mistakes in their life? When you make a mistake, just try your best to make up for it. Escaping is not the solution. If you don’t even dare to face your own mistakes, then you’re a coward."

Qin Yi pondered for a moment and slightly nodded: "Uncle, what you say makes sense, I’ve got it."

"A teachable young man. Let me tell you a bit more. I can’t help you with other things, but with my life experience, I can be your psychological counselor."

Qin Yi couldn’t help but smile.

"In this life, you never know what comes first, tomorrow or an accident. Since you don’t know, try to live well today. Treat your parents better, treat your wife and children better, treat friends around you better."

Qin Yi slightly nodded.

"You might think I’m talking nonsense, but that’s how I live my life."

"I think you make sense. I’ll drink to that."

"Young man, as good as the wine is, don’t get greedy. Always keep a bit of vigilance in front of strangers. Do you know if I’m a good person or a bad one? If you get drunk and I decide to harvest your kidneys and liver, you’ll regret it too late."

Qin Yi couldn’t help but burst into laughter. His parents passed away early, and since he was ten, no one had lectured him like this.

"Uncle, next time I come to visit you, I’ll bring you some good wine."

The drifter’s eyes lit up: "Really? You better not be lying to me?"

"How about a bottle of Conte?"

The drifter disdainfully waved his hand: "I’ve heard of that wine, super expensive and tastes bad. They say a sip tastes like money. In my opinion, it’s not as good as Erguotou or Baodaozi for a quick kick."

Qin Yi laughed: "Alright, next time I’ll bring you some Chinese white liquor."

"Then bring two bottles. One won’t be enough. I saved your life after all, otherwise, you’d be a corpse at the bottom of the Chen River by now."

Qin Yi laughed loudly: "Alright, I’ll bring you two bottles."

"Okay, I’ll be waiting."

Next, Qin Yi quietly drank the wine, listening to the drifter share interesting stories from his life. This uncle was a man with stories.

Qin Yi didn’t ask for his name, just called him uncle.

"Young man, your drinking ability is quite good. You keep drinking, I’ll go to the bathroom real quick."

After the uncle left, Qin Yi’s gaze darkened. He had secretly checked earlier and found that his leg had been disabled for too long, the muscles and meridians had grown dead, and even he couldn’t heal it.

The uncle joked about saving his life, but clearing the shadow from his heart was real.

If possible, Qin Yi wanted to help him, but with his current cultivation, he couldn’t do it yet. If he improved his cultivation in the future, he would definitely heal his leg.

With a clang, Qin Yi thought the uncle had drunk too much and fallen. He quickly turned to look, but found it was the door-propping stick leaning against the wall that had fallen.

Qin Yi was surprised. He had noticed this door-propping stick when he came in, and originally thought it was an ordinary wooden stick, but just now it clearly made a metallic sound when it fell.

Qin Yi curiously walked over, picked it up. It was heavy in hand, truly made of metal.

He didn’t think much of it, set the stick back against the wall. But when he let go, he suddenly froze, picking up the black iron rod again because he just felt a subtle energy fluctuation from it.

Qin Yi tried energy movement. The rod’s surface was rough and filled with cracks, with a faint red light seeping from the cracks.

This...

Qin Yi was startled. The emitted red light carried violent fire attribute elements, and judging from the strength of its fluctuations, it was even more potent than the coldness on Liu Yiren’s Qingshuang Sword.

"Young man, what are you doing? You aren’t planning to knock me out with this and steal my wine, are you?"

The drifter uncle, back from relieving himself, saw Qin Yi holding his door-propping stick and curiously asked.

Qin Yi rolled his eyes: "Uncle, where did this stick come from?"

The drifter uncle thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don’t know, maybe I picked it up, or maybe it washed up from the river. I usually use it to prop the door."

"Uncle, I think this stick is unusual, could you sell it to me?"

The uncle looked at Qin Yi strangely: "What’s so special about it?"

"It might be something precious," Qin Yi said seriously.

"Of course it’s precious, it’s Sun Wukong’s Jingu Bang."

Qin Yi: "..."

Seeing Qin Yi unwilling to let go of his door-propping stick, the uncle casually fetched a chair to prop the door, limped back to sit down: "Kid, come drink. If you like it, take it with you when you leave."

Qin Yi was taken aback, returned to sit down: "Uncle, I’m not lying to you. This stick just props your door, but to me, it’s a real treasure. Name your price."

"It’s really a treasure?" the uncle asked, intrigued.

Qin Yi nodded earnestly. If this object belonged to an enemy, he wouldn’t hesitate to take it by force, but for this uncle, he couldn’t do it.

"Ten bucks."

"Huh?" Qin Yi was stunned.

"Kid, don’t say I’m fleecing you. Iron is cheap now, but this stick must weigh a dozen pounds, right? Ten bucks isn’t expensive."

Qin Yi was left baffled, feeling that this item might be a spiritual artifact, and if it truly was, it would be invaluable.

The uncle suddenly looked cunning: "Young man, how about a deal? I won’t take your money, but next time you come, bring me two more bottles of wine?"

Qin Yi: "..."

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