It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 75

Why are you here? Su Ying's voice fell unconsciously.

Cheng Dalei put on his long gown, and stood in front of Su Ying with his hands behind his back: Miss Su has something to do, so why can't she come, not to mention the small fallen leaves city, even the sea of ​​​​fire and sword came.

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 up. Cheng Dalei waved his hand: Don't put the coffin in the courtyard to make people feel bad.

The crowd began to get busy and took out a jar of wine from the carriage. When everyone was busy, Cheng Dalei was introduced into the lobby of the house.

A stench came from outside the yard, Su Ying smiled bitterly: Since that day, they have blocked the door with a dung truck, and we have no choice but to keep closing the door.

Cheng Dalei pinched his nose, waved his hand and said, It's okay, let him set it up for two days, and then the old accounts and the new accounts will be calculated together.

Based on the few people you brought here, I'm afraid it's not Du Mao's opponent. Su Ying paused slightly and said with anticipation: You can beat Du Mao?

Cheng Dalei was a little embarrassed. It was rumored outside, and Su Ying inevitably had some misunderstandings about Cheng Dalei's strength. Maybe he really thought that Cheng Dalei knew what Wu Lei method, clairvoyant and ears. In fact, Cheng Dalei stood in front of Du Mao, almost giving him nothing.

Don't worry, Miss Su, someone has a plan.

Su Ying wanted to ask again, but suddenly found a sly smile on Cheng Dalei's face.

...

In the late autumn season, the sky is high and airy, and the sun sets lazily on people.

The leaves of the big locust tree have almost fallen, and they drifted into the courtyard with the wind, and the smell of meat came from the courtyard.

Several big men were sitting together, with a stove in the middle, and several people were eating meat. The black dog was dehaired, bloodletted, chopped into large pieces, added with peppercorns, ginger, and dogwood and boiled together in a pot. The meat pieces rolled at the bottom of the pot as the soup boiled. The smell penetrates into the nose, reaches the spring on the soles of the feet, and reaches the Tianling cover, making the whole body transparent.

Du Mao sat in the middle, the bowl of wine was dry, and there were several wine jars rolling under his feet, and he didn't know how much he drank.

Big brother, drink so much, let's do it. A small man said.

Ha, you don't know anything about this. Big brother drinks a bowl of wine, and you have a bit of strength, and two bowls of wine, you have two points of strength. When you're drunk, you have a lot of strength. Back then, if you didn't have a good wine to cheer you up. , it won't be so happy.

A sarcastic sound seemed to ridicule the ignorance of the little man. The little man's face was hot, and he lowered his head and took a sip of wine.

Selling wine, good wine...

At this moment, there were two shouts of hawking from outside the hospital. Du Mao frowned: Who is making a noise here, don't be happy with our brothers, go out and see the scar.

The wine was half drunk, and the scar stood up straight, the scar on his face was as red as blood.

I'm going to see who is so blind!

He pushed open the door and saw a corner of a hundred paces away from the door, surrounded by a group of people, and the noise was coming from there.

In the middle of the crowd was a cart with a huge wooden barrel on it. The wine sellers were a young man and an old man, who looked like father and son.

When Scar walked past, the old man was shoving a hunchback.

One hundred cents for a bowl of wine, how can it be so expensive, are you a profiteer trying to trick me! Huozi said.

Why are you unreasonable? It's been said in advance that a bowl of wine is one hundred cents, and anyone who can drink ten bowls of wine will not take a cent. You can't do it, obviously you want to repay your debt. The old man said with a bitter face.

What's wrong with my debts, I don't even need money to go to restaurants in the city. What's wrong with drinking your bowl of wine?

Everyone, let's make a comment. We are a small business, and the whole family relies on me to sell wine for a living. Is this person clearly unreasonable?

Huozi's face flushed red, and he didn't know if he was drunk or what. He raised his fist: If you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful that I will punch you and see the King of Hell.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist from behind him, the hunchback turned around and struggled twice, feeling like his wrist was being pinched by a mountain bear.

When Scar came over, he probably understood what was going on. There were a few wine bowls in the car, and there were a few drunk men around.

And this camel was obviously unable to drink ten bowls and wanted to repay his bill.

Scar's eyes looked at the hunchback, and he didn't want to look any further after just one look, and he was disgusted independently. This hunchback was wearing sackcloth bunt clothes, with a big hump on the back, a messy yellow beard, a plaster on his temples, and a messy pockmark on his face.

It's really not easy for people to grow up like this.

Scar pushed the camel away, almost knocking it to the ground.

If you are a good man, you have to admit it. If you have the ability, you will drink ten bowls of wine. If you can't drink it, you will give money.

Huozi was pushed and staggered, rubbed his red wrist, and said, You are the one, dare to meddle in your own business, and you have the ability to drink ten bowls in a row.

I don't know where this camel came from. I have never seen it before. Indeed, if I have seen such an ugly person before, I will never forget it. He looks so ugly, and I don't know how his parents gave birth to him. Compared with him, he is simply handsome and burly.

Come on, give me a bowl of wine! Scar.

The old man scooped out a bowl of wine from the wine barrel and handed it to Scar's hands. He said gratefully, Thank you for this good man. I gave this bowl of wine to me.

What, I can't afford you the money. Today I will drink ten bowls in a row, and I will also give you ten bowls of money.

Scar picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one go. He knew that it was broken when he entered it. He didn't know how to make this wine. He didn't drink it like wine, but like drinking fire. His throat was hot and his limbs were on fire.

After drinking a bowl of wine, he felt that his eyes were dazed, his body swayed, and the wine bowl in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Haha, cowardly, if everyone sees it, he is also cowardly. The hunchback shouted.

Scar's anger started from his heart, and his wickedness turned to his guts. If he hadn't been worried about so many people watching, he would have given this hunchback a cold heart, and cleaned up the pickled goods for the world.

This good man, if you can't drink it, don't worry, I'm a bit stronger at drinking.

What's not good, you can't do it, I can do it very well.

That being said, but Scar knew he'd had enough. It's a pity that the hunchback was laughing and laughing at the side, constantly laughing at himself.

Old man, I'll take you to a place where someone can drink your top ten bowls of wine, I don't know if you dare to go. Scar pointed to the yard behind the big locust tree.

Everyone knew who lived there, and there were already timid people in the crowd who didn't dare to provoke the people who lived there.

The old man was also afraid, he said, Hero, we are a small business...

What are you afraid of, I won't lose you a penny.

Can you let these people go together, otherwise the old man would not dare to go.

Okay! I will also let you know what a real hero is.

Scar said something, and seeing the hunchback trying to escape, he grabbed him and said, Your mother can't leave.