"Come on, brother, drink up!"
In the village of Daqing Mountain, a group of people sat in a circle, with fires fueled by firewood dotted around; they created a unique scenery in the night on Daqing Mountain. Wei Gongzhan, facing a full cup of homemade fruit wine offered by a neighbor, was unusually shy and hung his head, "This..."
"What's the fuss about, for a big man? It's just a pot of wine," said the neighbor.
"Heh heh..." Wei Gongzhan, hearing this, no longer demurred and took the wine, saying, "Nothing more to say, Brother Li, this time it's my bad for not handling things properly. It's just that the wine you brewed is too fragrant. Me and a few other brothers just couldn't resist from the start. Here's what, I'll make another trip tomorrow. This time I'll definitely take care of things. Once my fruit harvest is in, I will surely return this pot to you."