Chapter 313 The Rice Wine Intoxicated the Little Beans
The weapon refiner qualification certificate comes with a paper, gold-embossed, bright red hardcover booklet and a round, unidentified medal that can be worn as a brooch.
The old man who presented the certificate smiled kindly: "You must keep this safe. It's not just a symbol of qualification and honor, but also a life-saving treasure."
Activate it at a crucial moment, and it can teleport you hundreds of miles away.
Pan Duole took the medal, and her first thought was to give it to her sister. Zuo Shan saw through her thoughts and gently shook her head, saying, "Have you remembered the elder's teachings?"
"Ah? Oh, thank you, Elder. I will certainly remember this!" Pan Duole quickly bowed and thanked him.
"Don't rush to express your gratitude, this medal has another purpose."
Having obtained the qualification certificate from our Central District Refining Association, you can now purchase refining materials at a 20% discount at any shop with this badge.
However, there is no free lunch in this world. You must craft three fourth-tier or higher magical artifacts for the association every year, and when the association encounters a major calamity, an emergency summons will be issued through medals.
Upon receiving the summons, you must proceed to the location designated by the association as quickly as possible. Unless seriously injured or for other special reasons, those who disobey will be expelled from the association, and the expulsion order will be publicly announced online.
"This means that from now on your reputation will be ruined, and no one will ever ask you to refine weapons again. Do you understand how serious the consequences are?" The old man said with a serious face.
“I understand! Please rest assured, senior, I am not the kind of person who is afraid of death. Since I have enjoyed the preferential treatment of the association, I will definitely do my best for the association,” Pan Duole said earnestly.
She deliberately avoided making vows of selflessness and sacrifice, because in her heart, her sister and family were the most important, and everything else had to take a backseat.
"I, an old man, believe in your character, little girl. From the moment you crafted that peacock-shaped magic artifact, I knew you had a compassionate heart."
You treat ordinary people as equally important, unlike many people with superpowers who look down on others and consider themselves to be of a different race, treating them as inferior people.
Alright, enough with the chit-chat. Your Peacock Spreading Its Tail Association will keep it as an exhibit. After the three-month exhibition period, we will purchase it at a high price as part of our association's collection. I wonder if you would be interested?
"I'm sorry! I promised the material provider that I would return all the magical artifacts I crafted to him, because such rare materials are too precious to be replaced with equivalent money."
"But I will convey your message to him. If he is willing to sell this magical artifact, he will definitely give you priority," Pandora said apologetically.
She learned the virtue of keeping her promise from her sister. Since she had made a promise to Mr. Evan, she would never easily break her promise for fear of offending an elder of the Weapon Forging Association.
Elder Lu looked at the girl in front of him, who was a little nervous but had a determined look in her eyes, and he had a higher opinion of her.
There is no shortage of geniuses, and there is no shortage of geniuses who are talented and willing to work hard, but it is truly remarkable that she, who is not from a prominent family, has achieved what she has today.
Such people usually seize every opportunity to climb the social ladder, and in doing so, they often resort to any means necessary, ultimately ruining their future.
After all, a truly discerning person who can recognize talent would never allow someone who is willing to betray everything to climb to a high position, as that would pose a potential threat to them.
However, Ms. Pan in front of us always had her own bottom line. She neither made empty promises or vowed to do anything for the association, nor did she give up the peacock spreading its tail artifact just because of his suggestion.
Instead, she frankly explained why she couldn't give up: she wanted to keep her promise.
"You're a good kid. Keep up the good work. I'm optimistic about your future. Alright, go now," Elder Lu said with a smile.
At the same time, at the Jing family's birthday banquet, a group of little ones were chattering away around Ah Chen.
That's right, they were surrounding him, not the young master Jing who was celebrating his birthday.
Even Jing Junyi himself, like a die-hard fan, stared at Achen with starry eyes and squeezed to the seat closest to him.
At that moment, he was very attentive as he handed him a glass of dark green beverage: "Boss Chen, you should try this. This is a secret recipe that our chef learned with great effort. It's made with the freshest, zero-radiation celery, juiced from rare and expensive mutated green apples, and with lots of sugar added. It's so sweet and delicious!"
Out of politeness as a guest, Ah Chen took the cup and took a small sip, almost spitting it out.
But Mommy said that all food in the wasteland is precious and wasting it is a sin, so even if this juice tastes terrible, he can only grit his teeth, pinch his nose, and gulp it down.
When he was sick, his mother would brew him a dark, bitter medicine. He would sip it slowly, but his mother said that a short pain was better than a long one, so he would gulp it down, rinse his mouth with water, and eat a piece of maltose, and then it wouldn't be bitter anymore.
Although the juice in front of him wasn't bitter, celery was one of his least favorite vegetables, so how could he possibly like celery juice?
Seeing him gulp it down, Young Master Jing immediately perked up: "Brother Chen, you like this too, right? I'll tell the servants to bring you another cup."
"No, no, please don't! Please spare me!" Ah Chen frowned, his face full of disgust.
"Huh? You don't like such a delicious drink? What do you usually like to drink?" Jing Junyi's chubby little face was full of disbelief.
"Hmph! Look at your pathetic self, well then I'll let you taste what a truly delicious drink is like!" Ah Chen said, taking out a large glass bottle from his spatial storage.
This is rice wine that Mommy made herself using cultivated glutinous rice. It took her two whole months to develop this kind of yeast. Panda accompanied her in the experiments, helping to record and analyze the data, and they finally succeeded.
However, the results were indeed gratifying. Ah Chen's love for rice wine surpassed that for all other kinds of juice. Even Zuo Shan didn't understand why this little kid loved rice wine more than juice.
He secretly stole this bottle of rice wine and hid it in his personal storage space when his mother wasn't looking.
He had originally planned to drink it alone in secret, but now that he was surrounded by a group of children calling him "boss," his vanity and competitiveness, which were hidden in his childlike nature, took over.
Ah Chen instructed Jing Junyi to tell his servants to bring over a dozen wine cups, and then poured about 30 milliliters of rice wine into each cup.
The moment the rice wine was poured into the glass, all the children smelled its refreshing and mellow aroma. After tasting it, it was smooth and sweet, with a faint rice fragrance, and a refreshing yet warm feeling.
How could the children of the wasteland have ever tasted such delicious food?
Since they were born, they have never tasted staple foods like rice and noodles. Although the cultivation of crops has been promoted in recent years, they have only eaten rice and pancakes made from rice and noodles.
Brewing wine from rice and wheat is a technique that no one has yet mastered. The wines that the wasteland nobles drink are all remnants from before the Great Cataclysm, but as time goes by, those things become increasingly rare.
Nowadays, only a very small number of truly top-tier wealthy and powerful individuals have the opportunity to taste wine.
The cubs, who had never been poisoned by alcohol, suddenly tasted this sweet and slightly stimulating rice wine, and they all looked at Ah Chen with great enthusiasm, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Ah Chen originally just wanted to let these real country bumpkins experience something new, but now that they're staring at him so eagerly, it seems he can't refuse to continue giving them food.
But grain is precious, and rice wine made from grain is even more precious. He felt that he couldn't just let others take advantage of him for nothing.
It's something that only his family can take advantage of; no one else can.
Thinking of this, Ah Chen's eyes darted around and he said, "This is rice wine, brewed with the finest and most precious glutinous rice. You can imagine how valuable it is, right?"
“Yes, yes, this must be very, very expensive. My uncle has a bottle of wine from before the Great Cataclysm. It’s said that it would fetch at least ten million at auction. He’s kept it for five whole years since he got it, and he hasn’t even opened the bottle to take a sip.” Jing Junyi quickly said.
Seeing that the chubby boy had willingly become his wingman, Ah Chen continued:
"I stole this bottle from home. If you guys just drink it all up like this, my mom will definitely spank me. What do you think we should do?"
“Huh? But we’ve already drunk almost a quarter of it.” A math prodigy named Meng Rui said, glancing at the glass bottle, which had a capacity of about two liters.
"How about this? We'll each transfer you one million. That way, if your mommy finds out, you can just say you took it and sold it," Meng Rui said after a quick mental calculation.
These children all come from wealthy and privileged backgrounds, and each of them has pocket money from their parents in their accounts. Although a million dollars is a bit painful for them, it is still within an acceptable range.
“That’s a great suggestion! I’ll contribute 1.5 million. Today is my birthday, and my family gave me red envelopes.” Jing Junyi immediately raised his hand in agreement and generously added to his offer.
Seeing someone step forward, other children who coveted the rice wine also responded, and in no time, Ah Chen's account received a total of 18 million.
Having received the money, he felt he couldn't be stingy, so he generously divided the remaining wine equally among everyone.
Half an hour later, when the head of the Jing family announced the start of the banquet, a group of little kids were all flushed and drunk.
Some children were singing loudly, some were jumping around with their bottoms wiggling, and some were crying and laughing at the same time. In short, none of them were normal.
The most well-behaved were A-Chen and that math genius Meng Rui. They sat back to back on the carpet and fell asleep, snoring softly.
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