Chapter 213 I'm Not Happy If He Drinks Too Much Nonsense
Chapter 213 I wouldn’t be happy if he didn’t drink too much and talk nonsense (please recommend and vote monthly)
Cheng Chubi almost cried out in joy, well, this is Uncle Niu's house after all.
Besides, my hidden mission is to treat Niu Weituo, not to taunt him into starting a team.
Cheng Chubi coughed dryly and dragged his second brother over to sit down and said, "Okay, we'll see after we've had enough to eat and drink.
I didn’t expect that even though Brother Wei Tuo doesn’t leave home, he still has so many treasures at home, which really makes us brothers envious.”
This sentence made Niu Weituo feel a little more comfortable, at least his face was not as repulsive as before.
"Niu has always been fond of martial arts, but now that he is a disabled person, his hobby of collecting weapons cannot be stopped."
"These are all treasures I have collected. There are many other good things in the room next to me. Come on, I will take you to see them."
After talking about his hobbies, Niu Weituo seemed to be a different person. He stood up excitedly, picked up his crutch, and led brother Cheng Chubi to another room for a walk.
The treasures there are all long weapons, with a dazzling array, and they are all very well maintained. It seems that they have been cleaned and maintained frequently.
Niu Weituo can tell the approximate collection time of each weapon, and can even comment on the advantages and disadvantages of each weapon.
This will be left to future generations, and it will definitely belong to enthusiasts who are at the level of weapons experts.
"They are all good things. It's thanks to your skills, Brother Niu. These collections are no less than those in my family." Cheng Chuliang clicked his tongue and said with gleaming eyes.
"Look at this horse stick. It was definitely made by a famous artist. It is definitely a good thing for fighting right away..."
Niu Weituo stared blankly at the horse pole that was placed in the most conspicuous position, and murmured.
"Yes, this was bought for me back then when my father couldn't control me and spent a lot of money to buy it for me.
It's a pity... I only accompanied me to the battlefield for a while..."
"Since I've become useless, this thing has become Niu's collection, haha..."
Although Niu Weituo was laughing, his laughter made the Cheng family brothers feel very uncomfortable.
The three of them left the room when they heard that the servants had come to announce that the food and wine had been prepared.
Niu Weiyuan watched blankly as the servant slowly closed the door. His whole body felt as if his bones had been taken away again.
He regained his previous despondency and silently led the way. He threw the cane skillfully, jumped on one foot and sat down behind the desk.
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When the servant lifted the wine pot, the rich aroma of wine spread out, making Niu Weituo's eyes light up.
"This is……"
Cheng Chuliang raised his eyebrows and promoted proudly.
"This is our old Cheng family's newly made secret Sanle pulp. Brother Niu, try it, hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehejiesanlejie" by Mr. Niu."
Niu Weituo picked up the cup and drained it in one gulp. His eyes suddenly widened, and then he closed them tightly again.
The look of grief made Cheng Chubi and his second brother wince and wink.
After a long while, Niu Weituo finally breathed out, his face relaxed and his eyes relaxed.
"It's such a strong wine. Brother Yu has also drank your Cheng family's Sanlejiang before."
"But compared to this thing, the intensity is probably far behind."
"No, it's not because our third child has improved the formula." Cheng Chuliang said with a smile.
"Here, fill it up for me again. Such a strong wine is so enjoyable to drink." Niu Weituo smacked his mouth and motioned to the servant to fill it up again.
When Niu Weituo drank, he hardly spoke, and only occasionally raised his hand to invite someone to drink.
The second brother Cheng Chuliang felt that the drink was really depressing, so he lowered his voice and asked Cheng Chubi.
"Third brother, how are you? If you can do it, just tell me quickly. I feel so damn uncomfortable watching it."
Cheng Chubi pursed his lips, and it could be seen that the reason why Brother Niu was so sad was not just because of his broken leg.
It was because he lost the opportunity to fight on the battlefield and make achievements like his father.
As a child of the Wu family, anyone with a bit of ambition would definitely be willing to follow in the footsteps of their fathers.
But he was cut off from this path, which may be why he was so depressed and depressed.
If you look at his current hobbies, you will know that he still has an incomparable desire in his heart, but reality reminds him all the time that you are not good enough.
After three or five cups, Niu Weituo couldn't help but stare in confusion, and then Cheng Chubi spoke slowly and calmly.
"Brother Niu, if you feel uncomfortable holding a crutch like this, I have a way for you to sit and lie down freely without crutches."
Niu Weituo took a deep look at Cheng Chubi, lowered his head, and looked at his left foot, which had only half of his calf left.
"Your Cheng Sanlang's ability has been spread throughout Chang'an City. Even my father has complained about it many times in the house."
"What do you mean, do you just connect a wooden stick under my leg? My father also mentioned that method to me."
"There's no need. No matter how much I pretend, I'm still a cripple who has lost my left foot. What's the difference if I have that thing or not?"
"Then what are your requirements?" Cheng Chubi asked seriously. "Say it, and maybe I can help you realize it."
"Can you let me grow my left foot again?" Niu Weituo smiled and patted his left leg and asked, not forgetting to drink the remaining half cup of Sanle juice.
"Then I have to take a look first to determine if I can give you a left foot that can function the same as before."
"..." Niu Weituo looked at Cheng Chubi blankly, and Cheng Chubi picked up the wine glass, saluted Niu Weituo and drained it in one gulp.
"Why, Brother Niu thinks I don't have this ability, or am I afraid of something?"
"I'm not afraid of anything..." Niu Weituo's voice seemed extremely dry. "I am a waste now. What should waste have to be afraid of?"
"Brother Niu, your wish is to be like your father, to fight on the battlefield and make achievements."
"Now, am I still going to install a wooden stick leg? Do you think it's possible?"
Niu Weituo, who was already drunk and his face turned red, couldn't help but drink and drank.
"I am a big shot man. When I was little, I heard my father talk about fighting on the battlefield. I was most envious of my father being able to fight on the battlefield and make achievements."
"I am his son, if he can do it, I can do it too!" When he got excited, Niu Weituo couldn't help but slap the case hard.
"Brother Niu, you drank too much, how about we change the day..." Cheng Chuliang saw Niu Weituo acting like this and quickly persuaded him with a smile.
"I'm not drunk. Just one or two kilograms of wine can't make me drunk. I'm just standing there doing nothing but pouring the wine." Niu Weituo glared at the servant beside him and shouted.
Cheng Chubi pulled his second brother back and sat down, saluting Niu Weituo with a smile.
"It doesn't matter, Brother Niu is so elegant today, so I should accompany him."
"Third brother, what are you doing? Brother Niu is obviously drunk now and is talking nonsense.
If Uncle Niu and Auntie know about it, we will be in trouble." The second brother Cheng Chuliang couldn't help but feel anxious.
Cheng Chubi explained in a low voice with a confident face. "Second brother, don't panic. I know it well. I wouldn't be happy if he didn't drink too much and talk nonsense."