"You...why are you here?" Su Ying's voice lowered unconsciously.
Cheng Dalei shook up his long robe and stood in front of Su Ying with his hands behind his hands: "Miss Su has something to do. How can I not come? Not to mention the little Luoye City, even mountains of swords and seas of fire are here."
Su Ying lowered her head, her eyes fell on the coffin, and she said slowly: "It is unlucky for a living person to sleep in a coffin."
"Pack it up." Cheng Dalei waved his hand: "Don't put the coffin in the courtyard to bring bad luck to others."
Everyone started to get busy and took out jars of wine from the carriage. While everyone was busy, Cheng Dalei was introduced into the lobby of the house.
A stench came from outside the yard, and Su Ying smiled bitterly and said: "From that day on, they used dung trucks to block the door. We had no choice but to keep the door closed."
Cheng Dalei pinched his nose, waved his hands and said: "It doesn't matter, let him settle it for two days first, then the old and new accounts will be settled together."
"With the few people you brought here, I'm afraid they are no match for Du Mao." Su Ying paused slightly and said with expectation: "Can you beat Du Mao?"
Cheng Dalei was a little embarrassed. There were rumors circulating outside, and Su Ying inevitably had some misunderstandings about Cheng Dalei's strength. Maybe she really thought that Cheng Dalei knew the Five Thunder Techniques and had clairvoyance and ears. But in fact, Cheng Dalei stood in front of Du Mao, and it was almost like giving him nothing.
"Don't worry, Miss Su, I have a clever plan."
Su Ying wanted to ask again, but suddenly she noticed a sly smile on Cheng Dalei's face.
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In late autumn, the sky is high and the air is crisp, and the sun sets lazily on people.
The leaves of the big locust tree have almost fallen off, and they are drifting to the yard in the wind, and the smell of meat comes from the yard.
Several big men sat together, with a stove in the middle, and several people were eating meat. The black dogs were hairless, bled, and chopped into large pieces. They added pepper, ginger, and dogwood to the pot and cooked them together. The meat pieces were left on the bottom of the pot.
The soup boils and tumbles. The taste penetrates into the nose, the springs flow down to the soles of the feet, and reaches the Tianling Cap, and the whole body is penetrated.
Du Mao was sitting in the middle, his bowl of wine was empty, and several wine jars were rolling at his feet. He had drank no one knows how much he drank.
"Brother Haijia, if you drink so much, it's okay." A little man said.
"Ha, you don't know something about this. If you drink a bowl of wine, you will have one point of strength. If you drink two bowls, you will have two points of strength. When you are drunk, you will have a lot of strength. In those days, when hunting tigers, if there was no good wine to cheer up,
, it won’t be that happy.”
There was a lot of ridicule, all seeming to be ridiculing the little man's ignorance. The little man's face became hot, and he lowered his head and took a sip of wine.
"I sell wine, good wine..."
At this time, two hawking calls came from outside the courtyard. Du Mao frowned: "Who is making noise here? It's not interesting to our brothers. Scar, you go out and take a look."
Having drunk half the wine, Scar stood up straight. The scar on his face was as red as blood.
"I'm going to see who is so blind!"
He opened the door and saw a crowd of people surrounding a corner a hundred steps away from the door. The noise was coming from that side.
There was a cart in the middle of the crowd with a huge wooden barrel on it. The wine sellers were a young man and an old man, who looked like a father and son.
When Scar walked over, the old man was pushing and shoving a hunchback.
"A bowl of wine costs one hundred cents. How can it be so expensive? Are you a profiteer trying to trick me?" said the hunchback.
"Why are you so unreasonable? We have already agreed in advance that a bowl of wine will cost one hundred cents, and anyone who can drink ten bowls in a row will not get any cents. You can't do that. You obviously want to default on the bill." The old man said with a bitter face.
"What's wrong with you? I don't even charge for going to the city and eating out at restaurants. What's wrong with you drinking a bowl of wine?"
"Everyone, please comment, we are a small business, and the whole family depends on me selling wine. This person is obviously unreasonable."
The hunchback's face was red. He didn't know whether he was drunk or something. He raised his fist and said, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful I will punch you until you see the King of Hell."
Suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist from behind. The hunchback turned around and struggled twice, feeling as if his wrist was being pinched by a mountain bear.
When Scarzi walked over, he roughly understood what was going on. There were several wine bowls on the car, and there were a few drunken men around.
And this hunchback obviously failed to drink ten bowls and wanted to default on the bill.
Scar's eyes looked at the hunchback. He only took one look and refused to look at it any more. He felt nauseated. The hunchback was wearing coarse shorts, with a big hump on his back, a messy yellow beard on his chin, plasters on his temples, and his face.
Messy pockmarks.
It is really not easy for people to grow up like this.
Scarzi pushed the hunchback away, almost knocking him to the ground.
"If you are a good man, you should recognize it when you do it. If you are really capable, drink ten bowls of wine. If you can't drink it, you will give money."
The hunchback staggered as he was pushed. He rubbed his red wrist and said, "You are the one who dares to meddle in other people's business. If you have the ability, you can drink ten bowls in a row."
I don’t know where this hunchback came from. I have never seen it before. Indeed, if I have seen such an ugly person before, I will definitely remember it. He looks so ugly. I don’t know how his parents gave birth to him. Compared with him,
He is simply handsome and tall.
"Here, bring me a bowl of wine!" Scarzi said.
The old man scooped out a bowl of wine from the barrel and handed it to Scar's hand. He said with tears of gratitude, "Thank you so much for this good man. This bowl of wine is a gift from me."
"What are you talking about? I can't afford you money. Today I will drink ten bowls in a row and I still have to pay for ten bowls."
Scar picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. When he entered it, he knew it was broken. He didn't know how the wine was made. It didn't feel like wine, but like drinking fire. His throat was burning and his limbs were all broken.
It's like it's on fire.
After finishing a bowl of wine, he felt his eyes were blurred, his body was swaying, and the wine bowl in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"Haha, he's scared. Have you seen that he's scared too?" The hunchback shouted loudly.
Scar Zi's anger started in his heart, and his hatred grew in fear. If he hadn't been worried about so many people watching, he would have given this hunchback a blow and clean up this dirty thing in the world.
"Hero, if you can't drink, forget it. I drink more."
"What do you mean you can't do it? You can't do it. I can do it very well."
That's what he said, but Scarzi knew that he was choked enough. It was a shame that the hunchback was laughing and laughing at him, constantly laughing at him.
"Old man, let me take you to a place where someone can drink ten bowls of wine from you. I wonder if you dare to go." As he said that, Scar pointed to the yard behind the big locust tree.
Everyone knew who lived where, and some timid people in the crowd had dispersed, not daring to provoke the people who lived there.
The old man was also scared. He said: "Hero, we are a small business..."
"What are you afraid of? I won't lose you a penny."
"Then can you let these people go together, otherwise the old man will not dare to go."
"Okay! Let me show you what a real hero is."
Scar said something, and when he saw the hunchback trying to escape, he grabbed him and said, "You mother can't leave."