The courtyard door opened and people poured in. Du Mao was drinking under the tree, frowning slightly.
"Scar, you just drove them away. Why did you come here to catch them?"
Scarzi took a step forward and said, "Brother, these two are wine sellers. Their wine is a hundred cents a bowl. If you can drink ten bowls in a row, it's free."
Du Mao glanced at the old man and the young man. The expressions on their faces were both very reserved. He smiled slightly and said, "This is interesting. What kind of good wine you dare to praise like this."
A burst of laughter echoed throughout the courtyard.
"Scar, from the look of you, you must have drank. Why, you couldn't hold on?" someone asked.
Scar's face turned red: "What are you talking about? I just came across some good wine and I want my brother to try it. This kind of wine won't make me drunk."
"Ha, stop bragging, kid. No one knows your drinking capacity. If you can't do it, just say no."
Someone jumped out, patted his chest and said, "Let me try it."
This man looked like a big black bear, with a strong back and a heavy waist, a messy chin and a beard.
"This wine is nothing, even this can scare you." The man held the wine bowl and did not forget to laugh at Scar, then drank the wine in the bowl.
A spiciness surged upwards. To be honest, the taste of this kind of wine was not good, but after drinking it, he felt like he was in over his head. After just one bowl of wine, his eyes were dazzled, his head was dizzy, and his body was numb.
Started to stagger.
"Why, you can't do it either. I just drank three big bowls in a row." Scarzi hurriedly mocked and glanced at the old man to prevent him from exposing himself.
"Who says I can't do it? I just ate too much and I can't bear it." "Big Black Bear" said, holding out the bowl and saying, "One more bowl."
After drinking the third bowl, he gave up. His body was swaying and he kept vomiting.
"This wine is so strong!"
Some people couldn't help but say that they knew this big man's drinking capacity. He usually drank like water, but why did he drink down three bowls of wine today?
"Come on, give me a bowl too!"
Then several more people jumped out and handed the bowl to the old man.
"Heroes, we are a small business. The few bowls of wine I just gave you are just gifts. We don't need any money. Please let us go," the old man said.
"What are you afraid of? Do you think we can't afford it?" Du Mao took out a bunch of silver and put it on the table: "No matter whether anyone can drink ten bowls of wine today, this silver is yours."
After saying this, everyone became energetic.
"I have never been drunk in my life, and today I even drank ten bowls to show to the folks."
"Come on, old man, fill up the bowl for me, and fill it up a little less. I want your head."
He said this, but at the end of the day, people in the courtyard took turns, and not to mention ten bowls, few could drink more than three bowls. They all fell to the ground in a daze, vomiting and lying down.
"Brother, we can't do it anymore."
"This wine is really strong, I've never tasted it before."
Most of the wines in this era are brewed wines, rice wine and fruit wines. Let’s not talk about the taste first. The alcohol content cannot be improved. It can reach more than ten degrees and it will be as high as the sky. It is almost equivalent to the beer of Cheng Dalei’s predecessor.
Otherwise, why would there be so many heroes drinking by the kilo?
If it had the same alcohol content as beer, Cheng Dalei could drink a few kilograms of it as long as he was allowed to vomit.
Toad Village made distilled liquor according to Cheng Dalei's ideas. It was not a technical problem, and they gradually figured it out. This kind of liquor was actually very hard to drink, but it had an advantage. It was strong and strong enough. Cheng Dalei tasted it and found that he was about 40 years old.
About a few degrees.
Nowadays, the capacity of the bowl is also larger, and a bowl of wine is about seven or eight taels. Cheng Dalei has never seen a strong man who can drink ten bowls in a row.
Moreover, people who are used to drinking beer cannot drink white beer.
There was a lot of drunkenness in the courtyard, and everyone focused on Du Mao.
"Fill the wine with me." Du Mao sat there motionless.
"Brother, let them see it."
The old man poured the wine for him and kindly advised him: "Hero, my wine is a bit strong, please take it easy."
"What are you talking about? My eldest brother can't drink a thousand glasses of wine. In those days, tiger hunting relied on strong liquor to fuel his excitement. You still want to spoil my eldest brother with these drinks." Scarzi only drank a bowl of wine, but he is still energetic now.
"Hey... Mr. Yamano doesn't understand anything. Why are you yelling at him?"
Du Mao pushed with his hand to stop Scar from talking, and then drank all the wine in the bowl.
As soon as the wine entered his stomach, it was like a knife scraping his throat. Du Mao immediately knew that something was wrong and he was going to be embarrassed today.
"Quickly, refill it for my eldest brother. My eldest brother is just getting drunk."
Du Mao glared at Scar Zi fiercely, Scar Zi nodded hurriedly, with an I understand you expression.
Before he could regain his senses, the wine bowl in front of him was already full. Du Mao took a deep breath and drank it all in one gulp like an old cow drinking water.
Du Mao drank three bowls in a row and couldn't hold on anymore. He had been sitting, but now he had to stand up and support the big tree with his hands.
"Hero, if it doesn't work, stop drinking. I don't dare to ask for today's money."
"Here, fill it up."
After three bowls of wine, Du Mao became confused. The old man's words just aroused the arrogance in his heart.
Another big bowl was filled with wine, but there was not a drop of wine left in the glass.
The crowd cheered in unison, and every time Du Mao drank a bowl of wine, the crowd cheered, and finally Du Mao drank seven large bowls of wine in a row.
Even the old man couldn't help but praise in his heart. This man is really a good man. He would have drunk a bowl of wine just like our boss.
"Hero, do you still want to drink?" the old man asked.
"Pour...fill..."
"I advise you not to drink. You don't burn incense and don't respect Buddha. If you drink too much, you will easily encounter ghosts in the middle of the night."
"Indeed..." Du Mao suddenly got excited and raised his head suddenly, only to see the old man staring at him intently, with a slightly respectful and docile look on his face, and a fierce tiger-like light in his eyes.
"You...you are..."
"Do it!"
The old man suddenly dropped the wine bowl in his hand on the ground, making a clattering sound. The young man next to the cart jumped onto the cart, fished out a few steel knives from the barrel, and threw them to the seven or eight idle men who were watching.
Each of these "idle men" raised their heads, murderous intent revealed on their faces.
There were some neighbors near Du Mao, and they couldn't understand what was going on. They looked stunned at the moment.
Scarzi was stunned. He was surprised to see the ugly hunchback suddenly straightened up and caught the thrown steel knife.
"Who are you……"
"Toad Village is doing something, and anyone who doesn't care should get out of here."
In the shadow of the human life tree, Toad Village has a reputation for evil, and its reputation is no weaker than that of Du Mao. When they heard that the evil thieves from Toad Village had arrived, the crowd panicked, and some people simply fell to the ground in fright, with yellow and white stuff flowing out from under their bodies.
Du Mao kicked the table over with his kick, causing cups and bowls to fly everywhere. He blocked it with two big fists in front of him and shouted with thunder in his mouth.