1021. Why have you started to dislike it?

Old Wang's face was utterly unimportant. Huffing and puffing, he stormed down the mountain and didn't even manage to bite into a single radish.

Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain, the Song Family was staring at the pile of gifts with an air of bewilderment.

In all honesty, they were just ordinary farmers. If it weren't for Secretary Xiaozu hosting a banquet this year, no one in Lao Song's family would have even had a chance to taste Moutai.

And now, what they'd brought wasn't just bottled wine—it was gifts laden with significance. Even Wu Lan seemed a bit anxious:

"Tantan, how should we reciprocate?"

Song Tan was just as surprised.

She knew Secretary Xiaozu's family was something special, but she hadn't expected them to be *this* wealthy. After a moment of thought, she reassured everyone, "Don't worry, don't stress. The wine our family makes is far better than theirs anyway."