Holding a transparent wine jar, Zhao Tai walked up to the dining table, beaming with a wide smile as he called out loudly.
"Come, come, try the wine my father keeps in his private collection. He usually refuses to touch a drop of it himself. But look, with the Daoist priest here today, we all get to share in the honor."
With that, he poured Si Ren a bowl of wine and said, "Daoist priest, our village might be a bit poor, but the moment you give the word, we will scrape together every last coin and sell whatever it takes to pay you. At worst, we'll just tighten our belts a bit more in the future. Besides, living here we rely on the mountains for our livelihood; even if we empty out our savings, we won't starve. Am I right, everyone?"
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