At the dinner table.
Yang Zong, who had come along with Feng, poured wine for them one after another.
Then Feng said, "Brother Li, the main reason I came today is still the matter of the pension."
The pension?
Hearing those three words, Jiang Li's gaze sharpened.
At that moment, Feng felt around on himself, then drew a silver note from his robe.
He continued, saying to Jiang Li, "Brother Li, this is the pension issued from above."
"You were injured in the line of duty, so by rights, you should receive this One Hundred Taels Pension."
"It could only be delivered into your hands today. My apologies!"
Jiang Li hurriedly took the silver note from Feng's hand, his expression brightening with joy.
"Head Constable Feng, you are too serious. Being able to receive this One Hundred Taels Pension already leaves me very satisfied!"
Then Jiang Li raised the cup of wine in his hand.
"Head Constable Feng, I toast you! Many thanks today, Head Constable Feng. This pension has solved my burning-eyebrow urgent need!"
Feng also lifted his cup and lightly clinked it, then took a small sip. His brows immediately furrowed slightly.
At that moment, Jiang Li drained his cup in one gulp. As his throat rolled, the wine entered his belly.
A soft "tsk" immediately escaped his mouth, and then he let out a long breath.
"Refreshing!"
The next moment.
He saw that the wine in Feng's cup had barely decreased at all.
"Head Constable Feng, is this wine not to your taste?"
"It's all right!" Feng answered perfunctorily.
Then he picked up the wine flask himself and filled his own cup.
Only then did he raise his cup toward Jiang Ning and say, "Young Brother Jiang Ning, I am very sorry that I failed to look