"Just one cup, just one cup. Before my daughter sees it, you can give me another cup. I promise I won't drink it again after I finish it."
Sang Youming prayed so hopelessly that he almost knelt on the ground.
It’s a rare opportunity to drink openly, and there are kind-hearted people who play the Lusheng and dance to cover him up, so he just drinks a few drinks, isn’t that too much?
The villagers were really tired of being forced, so they had to give Sang Youming another drink: "Uncle, you can take care of yourself. After eleven glasses of wine, you probably won't be able to walk ten steps before you fall down."
Looking at the horn cup that was refilled with wine, Sang Youming chuckled: "Little sister, don't worry, my uncle is said to never get drunk after a thousand cups!"
The villagers stared at Sang Youming as he drank the eleventh glass of wine. He immediately knew that the pot was made of iron.
The welcome ceremony was almost in progress, and the music of the reeds slowly stopped. Sang Youming then handed the horn cup back to the villagers as if nothing had happened.
The villagers watched the guests leaving and counted them silently in their hearts.
When counting to the ninth count, Sang Youming suddenly stopped. When counting to the tenth count, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
[Sang Youming was so confident just now, but now he is immediately slapped in the face.]
[He still underestimated the power of rice wine. This kind of wine has much more stamina than ordinary liquor. He doesn’t feel it when he drinks it. When he is really drunk, he will be unconscious.]
Hu Zhi originally wanted to help Sang Youming, but he fell to the ground too fast. As soon as she stretched out her hand, she watched as Sang Youming slipped past her hand.
She thought something was wrong with Sang Youming's health, and her heart twitched with fright, so she squatted down to check the situation.
But just as she turned Sang Youming over, he burped unconsciously, and the smell of alcohol sprayed directly into her face.
Hu Zhi was no longer worried now. He slapped Sang Youming on the head and cursed angrily: "You who suffered a thousand cuts, how much wine did you drink secretly behind our back just now?"
One slap failed to wake the person up. Hu Zhi was about to slap him a second time, but Sang Ning caught his hand just as it was raised in the air: "Okay, Mom, people are already dizzy. Why don't you slap me now?"
What's his use?"
Sang Ning didn't say a word of unnecessary blame. She just asked someone to help lift Sang Youming. Hu Zhi suddenly felt that something was not right. This was not like her daughter's temperament.
"Xiao Ning, why don't you scold me a few times? You don't say a word and it really makes my mother feel terrible."
"What's there to scold? Just drink. If my dad wants to drink, let him drink as much as he wants."
Sang Ning responded to Hu Zhi in a leisurely manner, and finally added, "My dad wants to drink so much. When he wakes up, I will drink with him until he is full. This can be regarded as a filial piety as a daughter."
[Why do I feel that Sister Sang’s tone of voice is very disappointing? She told Sang Youming more than once that he would stop drinking, but he did it again and again, which is really chilling.]
[I’m really impressed by Sang Youming. It’s true that no dog can change his bad behavior of eating shit. It was him who couldn’t get up after drinking last time, and it’s him who can’t get up after drinking this time!]
[Sister Sang, please just leave this alcoholic father alone. Supervising such a stubborn person can easily lead to mental breakdown. So what if it’s his biological father?]
"Really?" Hu Zhi felt inexplicably terrified. Sang Ning's eyes clearly meant that she wanted to eat someone, but she couldn't be so calm as she said.
She thought for a while, then boldly asked: "Well, Xiao Ning, how about you show some filial piety to your mother and spend more time playing mahjong with her in the future?"
A cold glare struck, Sang Ning's face showed no expression, but Hu Zhi had already sensed her attitude from her eyes that were lowered in displeasure - if she dared to play mahjong again, it would be "death".<
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Hu Zhi stopped talking this time. Her daughter was indeed duplicitous, and she was afraid that she would have to take care of Sang Youming.
She sighed and said silently in her heart: Lao Sang, please wish yourself good luck!
[Hu Zhi made me laugh so hard. How could she be so naive? Anyone who wasn’t a fool could tell that Sang Ning was saying something sarcastic. She even wanted to get in front of her and kill her.]
[I kind of understand why Sang Youming and Hu Zhi got together in the first place. Neither of these two couples seemed very smart.]
Sang Youming fell unconscious after being drunk, so Director Sun temporarily found the villagers and asked them to help temporarily take Sang Youming in.
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The guests were taken to the rice fields cultivated by the people of Jiangkou Village. The rice fields in Jiangkou Village are typical terraced fields. From a distance, the layers are like oil paintings, covering the entire hilltop.
Director Sun asked everyone to take off their shoes and socks, roll up their trousers, and enter the largest rice field.
Sang Ning was the first to walk into the rice fields. She was very conscious. After all, she was recording a rural variety show, so she would be there even if she was late.
When the other guests heard that they were going to the fields, they all became nervous.
"Director Sun, you've gone too far. I was splashed with water just now, and my clothes haven't even dried yet, so you asked me to go to the fields." Chu Wei complained, but she tapped her toes a few times.
The water surface, still stepped in.
After getting along with Sang Ning for a while, Chu Wei's spoiled temper became somewhat restrained.
Sang Ning has already gone to the fields, and she has to go to the fields today, otherwise she will be criticized by netizens for being hypocritical.
"Grandma, please don't go to the ground. If there is a task, I will do it." Song Shi also helped his grandma sit next to him to rest, and then began to push up his trousers with all his strength.
When he could no longer roll up, he stopped and kicked his toes alternately, as if he was eager to jump into the field.
[Oh my god, can I watch this kind of restricted-level picture? Song Shiye’s two long, white legs are actually more tender and thinner than mine! I won’t tell who is crying.]<
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[Song Shiye, roll up your trouser legs for your mother. Others only roll them up to your knees, but you are almost rolling them up to your crotch!]
"Sister Sangsang, get out of the way, I'm coming!" Song Shi also raised his waistband, put his hands together, and plunged into the rice field like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate.
Song Shi also said to get out of the way, so Sang Ning got out of the way and gave him the entire field next to him.
As a result, he plunged forward with his head, and his feet sank directly into the mud. His upper body was unstable, and he threw himself into the rice field with his face, splashing out a bunch of mud spots.
Sang Ning had no intention of helping Song Shiye at all, and silently moved a few steps to the side, perfectly avoiding the mud splashed by Song Shiye.
[What we are saying is, did humans not take Song Shiye with them when they evolved their brains? This child has a bit of treasure in him.]
[Although there is water in the rice fields, they are just rice fields after all, not the small river ditch at the foot of the mountain. The Song Dynasty was really full of tigers.]
[Have you not seen how disgusted Sister Sang is? The way she crazily moved to the side just said "Don't touch me" written on her face.]
