Chapter 41 Thinking of the Seventh Story of the Year: Fighting for Wine

After the most lively moment, it will naturally become deserted, but in restaurants, the situation is somewhat different. When there are the most people, it may not be the most noisy, because it is the time for serious meals, and the customers who stay for serious meals After half of the breakup, it is the world of drinking customers. The noise made by a person who is seventy percent drunk can be ten times that of a sober person. Therefore, although the number of customers is less than half, the noise is even worse. , There are two drinkers, as if everyone is deaf, every word, they are yelling with their throats straight, what they yell is: drink, come, cheers!

Someone else was booing, holding a bottle of wine, pouring it into a cup, comparing how much, and handing the cup to two people who wanted to fight, the two took the cup, stared straight, and raised their necks , gulping wine into his mouth, his Adam's apple moved up and down ridiculously, reminiscent of a chicken neck that has its feathers plucked after being slaughtered. The cup was put down heavily, and the wine and saliva flowed down the corner of the mouth together. The two of them puffed out their chests, and the fighting cock seemed to look at each other, and at the same time they burst out shouting: "One more glass!"

I don’t know when he wanted to drink. Drinking more, he became a representative of heroism and bravery. Even if the onlookers don’t drink, they will encourage those who are brave enough to drink. Who doesn't want to be a hero?So, although I don't really want to, but under the stimulation of the other party's challenging eyes, words, and actions, and the encouragement and instigation of the people around me, there will always be situations of drinking. He is fond of wine and has a large capacity for drinking. Although it was many years ago that he fought for wine, he still clearly remembers it. Now, he can smell the smell of wine in his nose. The scene back then is more like it is now.

It was extremely hot, and the poisonous sun made the ground smoke. It was noon, and all the people who were on the road were either not afraid of being scorched, or they all hid in the Ge family cemetery. There are many stone tombs in the Ge family cemetery, and there is also a stone house where the coffins that have not yet been buried are stored. It is owned by the Ge family, a local rich family. Passers-by like to rest here. Enter the small road and you will be there in no time. The second is that there are hundreds of years old pines, cypresses, birches, junipers, elms, and camphor trees on the cemetery. , No matter how vicious the sun is, it will only become a small, dazzling light spot, which has no power anymore.

That day, he came early, arrived at a big tree, sat down by the tree trunk, took off his straw hat, rolled up the brim of the hat, and fanned it vigorously. His clothes were already soaked, so he took them off to dry. Around him, of course there were all kinds of people. It started when the wine seller drove a donkey and pulled a small cart, which was loaded with four large jars of wine, and came to the shady place. A red paper seal was pasted on the wine jar, with the words Laoxiang Distillery Fine Brewing Laojiao Erguotou printed on it.As soon as the donkey stopped, all the men around him felt itchy in their throats.

There are very few people who are not good at drinking, especially wild men who are running around, if it is not for the smell of muddy mash, how can they spend the sun and the moon! Everyone gathered around and each paid for it. The man who sold the wine shook his head: This wine was sent for Mr. Ge, and it is not for sale! At that time, he was young and full of vigor, and he slapped the jar vigorously: If you have wine and don't sell it, you will go to the 18th floor of hell! The liquor seller squinted at him, wanting to explode, but the people around him all turned towards him.The wine seller was somewhat apprehensive, and he became more courageous. He stretched out his hand and patted the mud on the mouth of the altar: If you don't sell it, we will do it ourselves!

The people around applauded loudly, and the wine seller immediately pressed his hand and stared at him, with cunning and fierceness in his eyes: This jar of wine is twenty catties, if you want to drink it, if you can drink it Light, let you drink for nothing! He laughed: great, take it home, in ten days and eight nights, you can finish drinking.Not to mention one altar, ten altars are also drunk! People around laughed again.The liquor seller said every word: You think about it!Aren't you a good drinker and a hero?You are limited to one hour!I can't drink it, my donkey is about to piss, you wait to drink it!

The laughter was even worse, he couldn't hold his breath, he was sweating all over his body, and the voice spelled out from his throat: drink! He pushed the alcohol seller's hand away, smashed the seal, gave a loud drink, and picked up the jar, the spirits began to enter his body. He didn't hear any sound anymore, maybe it was really extremely quiet around him, he just felt that he was not drinking, but swallowing fire, the fire entered his stomach, and it was still burning, burning to his feet, burning to his chest Hands, burned to his limbs, even burned his hair, he heard a creaking sound.

He didn't know if he drank the 20-jin jug of spirits. Afterwards, no one held him accountable. Of course he drank at least 80-90%, otherwise, the liquor seller would not let him go. He suddenly lost consciousness and fell into a terrible abyss full of nightmares. It must be hell. Can't ask for death. The physical pain made his bones scream for mercy. If it wasn't for a charlatan who happened to pass by, he would definitely die. The Fang Lang had experience, so he couldn't help but pry open a coffin in the stone room of the cemetery, carried him in, leaned against the dead, and used the dead body's yin to kill the fire, to eliminate those who wanted to burn him to ashes flame.

After seven days and seven nights in the coffin, he woke up. He sighed, and wanted to persuade the two diners who were drinking together to stop drinking, but how could the diners, who were drinking heavily, listen to the advice of an old cleaning worker?