After my spiritual energy faded and I could no longer sense Ranmo's presence, my appetite and alcohol tolerance began to decline.
From previously eating five buckets of rice a day, to now not being able to eat even one bowl of rice a day.
I, who can drink a hundred jars of wine without getting drunk, am now completely drunk after just three jars.
Ha, what used to be a month's worth of food can now feed me for a year.
This does save a lot of food.
In recent years, in order to support Ranmo, to make a living, and more importantly, to make it easier to drink the wine I like, Ranmo and I opened a winery halfway up the mountain and sold it to wine merchants.
As the saying goes, good wine needs no bush; over time, it will find its way to market.
Because the wine I sell is good wine, I only need to brew good wine, I don't need to go down the mountain, I can just wait for them to come to me to collect the wine.
Although they weren't rich, they were able to make ends meet.
Now that I no longer need to support that ghost, Ranmo, my savings are more than enough for my retirement. So I've become a complete loser, someone who has lost all goals and direction.
He was addicted to alcohol all day long.
"Let's go... let's go... let's all go..." I lay down in the distillery, surrounded by a pile of wine jars, my eyes glazed with the smell of alcohol, and began to wallow in self-pity.
day to day……
However, my loyal customers, who deeply loved my brewed wine, came to me indignantly because of my neglect of the business.
"Boss Hua, why did you suddenly stop selling this wine? How are we wine lovers supposed to survive?"
"I'm getting old, too old to sell anymore... I'm going to retire... But today I can treat you to one last free drink."
I sighed as I looked at the travelers who were drooling and staring longingly at the bottle of wine in my hand.
"You look only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, why are you already acting like you're retiring?" The group of drinkers, like me, drank the wine I had treated them to, but the alcohol still lingered in their mouths as they relentlessly teased me.
"Ha, I'm almost old enough to be your ancestor, and I'm still so young?" I said to them bluntly, as if it were a familiar saying.
"Hey? Why are you swearing, girl?"
As soon as I said that, these drunkards almost got into a fight with me.
The last drinking buddy offered an idea: "It would be a shame to not sell such good wine. I have a friend who really likes your wine. He said he could pay for your winemaking recipe. Why don't you consider it? You can call him to discuss the price."
After saying that, he staggered away, his drunken body swaying in the wind.
I glanced casually at the name on the business card in my hand, which read: "Ye Chen—".
This name sounds so familiar.
My brain raced for a moment before I suddenly remembered Ye Chen. And when I thought of Ye Chen, I thought of that wretched thing, Ye Ling'er.
It can't be such a coincidence that it's him, right?
Over the years, my only wish has been not to kill Ye Ling'er with my own hands.
Seeing the name Ye Chen now, for some reason, evokes a surge of anger within me.
It instantly sobered me up considerably.
I had this strange urge to go down the mountain to find his phone number and contact him.
I forgot to tell you all that the mortal world is now almost surpassing the lives of immortals.
The city was once filled with magnificent buildings and towering structures, a vibrant and bustling scene, but now all its former glory has faded.
Even modern transportation can now go both in the air and on the ground.
Take this so-called telephone for example; it can be faster than a magical teleportation talisman.
Even the storybooks I enjoy reading can be played out in a box called a television, presented in a vivid and engaging way with live actors.
Modern humans are incredibly clever, except for their relatively short lifespans and the daily toil required for survival.
The life of an ordinary person is not much worse than that of an immortal.
However, people nowadays are too impetuous. Although I and Ranmo keep up with the times and change ourselves with the changes of time, we have learned a lot of modern knowledge.
But I still feel that the city is too noisy and bustling.
Aside from going down the mountain to buy some essential daily necessities, Ranmo and I built a house on the hillside to escape the hustle and bustle and live a quiet, solitary life selling only wine.
Perhaps the person named Ye Chen on this business card is just similar to the Ye Chen of that time?
So I didn't investigate too much at the time and immediately contacted him.
Until one day, law enforcement officers told me that my small house, which I had built halfway up the mountain, was an illegal structure and that I should find a place to live and move away as soon as possible.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be so polite.
Ah, it's truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly.
I knew Ye Chen was a jinx. Even if he was just a name on a business card, bad things would happen to me if I got involved with him.
Now, the money I have left is barely enough to support myself in my retirement.
There's a saying—fallen leaves return to their roots.
He's getting old and has been wandering for hundreds of years without ever having a stable home.
So now that I'm getting old, I want to go back to the place where I was born, only then do I feel at peace.
But I've heard that housing prices in my area are ridiculously high these days.
So I have to pay for it.
So, for the first time ever, I went down the mountain, but after searching for a long time, I still couldn't find a landline phone.
After making some inquiries, I learned that the telephones of today are no longer the landline phones I remember, but rather mobile phones, which everyone has. I could only borrow a mobile phone from someone.
With a gentle flick of the wrist, the call was made.
I never imagined that in the fifty years since I last went down the mountain, telephones have become so advanced. I looked at the phone in my hand with great curiosity.
"Hello? Who is that?"
A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone.
I was taken aback. It didn't sound like Ye Chen's voice, but for a moment I even vaguely recognized it as Zhou Lang's voice? Maybe I was just imagining things?
I briefly explained my identity and purpose over the phone, and immediately asked them to pay me three million as a buyout of the liquor company.
Three million is an astronomical figure for me nowadays.
That should be enough for me to buy a house and for my retirement and funeral.
I thought the other party would refuse, but to my surprise, they readily agreed.
"Okay, send me your bank card number and I'll arrange for someone to make the payment."
But I, being rather unsophisticated, blurted out: "What's a bank card? I want money, not a bank card."
I've only heard of bank cards, but I've never used them, so I've always thought they weren't very safe.
The other party paused for a moment, then said, "Oh—I'll arrange for someone to deliver it to you tomorrow."
But it turns out I'm a complete country bumpkin; I've never seen so much money before.
The next day, several luxury insurance cars drove into my territory in a grand procession.
One of the men scurried off the car, saying he was Ye Chen's assistant and was helping him with the contract.
I curiously tilted my head to look inside the car.
Inside the car, a man in a suit was propping his head up with his arm, seemingly asleep; his face was obscured.
All I could see were a pair of thin, bright red lips and a fair, rounded jawline.
He didn't look like the Ye Chen I knew, yet he seemed somewhat familiar.
When I stepped forward to investigate.
But I was stopped by my assistant...
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