Druid's Country Retirement

Chapter 92 Admiration
Fu Sheng can be drunk.

His alcohol capacity is one of the best in Caogou Village, and he can't drink Uncle Hongbing.

An illusion, absolutely an illusion.

Li Hongbing held the wine bowl, glanced over the crowd, and asked domineeringly.

"Who else?"

"I come."

Unconvinced, Shuisheng rolled up his sleeves and stood up, picked up the wine bowl on the ground, picked up the wine jug and filled it up.

"Uncle Red Soldier, do it first and respect."

There are two kinds of drinking, fast wine and slow wine. The former is good at winning quickly, and can overwhelm the opponent with a sip of wine, making the opponent fearful from the heart. Slow wine is a long flow of water. By slowing down the drinking speed, the alcohol can be fully exerted in the stomach. , Beat the opponent bit by bit with a slow knife.

Shuisheng likes to drink slow wine, pick up the wine bowl and drink slowly, his eyes are still peeking at Uncle Hongbing.

Naturally, Li Hongbing was not afraid, and secretly used his original power to circulate around his body, and the alcohol was dissolved, not to mention drinking a bowl, even if he drank until tomorrow morning, he would still be fine.

Two bowls down.

No matter how full the water was, he couldn't take it anymore, Lao Gao's belly was bulging, and there was a tinkling sound when he drank the wine.

Naturally, the fourth drinker was killed.

The villagers who watched the excitement gasped, secretly speechless.

Uncle Hongbing probably drank ten catties of double-cured rice wine with extra ingredients, so he was fine, his face was not flushed and he was not panting, but the more he drank, the more energetic he became, and his eyes were shining brightly.

"Who else? Man?"

Li Hongbing raised his empty wine bowl, arrogantly calling for a fight.

"I come."

A young student stepped forward unconvinced, bowl to bowl.

Similarly, it was even more unbearable after young people were born. They fell to the ground and raised goldfish without even finishing a bowl.

However, Li Hongbing found that after drinking bowls of wine, the villagers were put down one by one, and the gloom in their hearts slowly dissipated, and they became open, accessible, and very comfortable.

Since you are going crazy, let the storm come more violently, Li Hongbing shouted ostentatiously again.

"Come on, whoever can drink me down, I will give him a motorcycle tomorrow."

Whoa!
There was an uproar in the small square.

All the villagers, no matter men, women or children, looked at Uncle Hong Soldier in unison.

A motorcycle can cost thousands of dollars.

Uncle Hongbing has already drank so much wine, he will definitely pour down another bowl.

With the belief that I am the ultimate winner, all the men bravely stepped forward and held up their wine bowls.

One.

two.

Three.

Li Hongbing tirelessly picked up the wine bowl and poured it into his mouth. His mouth was like the seam of a pig's trough, bottomlessly deep.

In the crowd, Shan Xing pulled Sister Cui anxiously, "Sister, Brother Hongbing can't drink anymore. If you drink like this, something will happen. Let's persuade him."

"Don't go, let him drink, your brother Hongbing has a lot of alcohol!"

Sister Cui hugged Shan Xing and murmured in her ear. At first she was really worried that Li Hongbing would get into trouble, but as the villagers died one by one, it became obvious that Li Hongbing must have used some means to keep herself from getting drunk.

Gradually, the villagers saw the way. Uncle Hongbing has such superb medical skills, it is not easy to keep himself from getting drunk.

If you want a motorcycle, eat farts!
Lao Gen loves his own wine. In his opinion, Uncle Hongbing is definitely not a good drinker. Let him drink the hyperbolic rice wine that has been cellared for 5 years.

Drinking and cheating.

Do not even face.

In order to keep the rest of the wine, Lao Gen righteously exposed Uncle Hong Bing's ugly face.

The rest were enlightened.

Secretly cursing Li Hongbing, drinking with the younger generation is even cheating.

The little trick was exposed, and Li Hongbing scratched his nose in embarrassment. Since he said to give a motorcycle, he must give it.

Then put the wine bowl on the table.

"I won't drink anymore, come up and drink by yourselves, and the person who wins in the end, I will still give a motorcycle."

The cheating king quit, and the prize was still a motorcycle.

This made everyone's eyes brighten, and there was contempt in their eyes when they looked at other people.

Uncle Red Soldier who can't drink, can't drink you.

Damn, I've decided on the motorcycle, even if God comes, it's still mine.

The second round of wine fight was staged again, without Li Hongbing participating, the scene was much more interesting.

Someone put on a fountain show.

Some people perform drunken fist.

Others acted as maggots, crawling through cesspit.

……

After finding Shan Xing and Sister Cui, Li Hongbing smiled and walked over with his hands behind his back.

"Stop, don't come over if you smell of alcohol, it stinks to death." Sister Cui raised her hand to prevent Li Hongbing from approaching.

Alcoholic?

Li Hongbing raised his arm and smelled it, "No, I don't believe you."

Sister Cui really went up to it, and she did not smell the wine, not only did it not smell of wine, but also had a faint fragrance, just like being in the vast meadow, which made people intoxicated.

"How is it?" Li Hongbing asked with a smile.

snort!
Sister Cui rolled her eyes, and pulled the reluctant apricot to cook hangover soup.

"Uncle Red Soldier." A few village women came over and asked with flattering smiles, "How do you grow cucumbers? They are so delicious. Where did you buy the seeds? I will plant some tomorrow."

As early as the banquet, the men were drinking happily, and the women couldn't get in their mouths, so they started to eat the food on the table. After all, it was rare to have such a sumptuous banquet.

Meat dishes are naturally the most popular.

A village woman kept adding vegetables to her child, fearing that she would eat less meat, but the child would rather eat cold cucumbers than sugar persimmons.

This made the village woman very angry, and she nagged the child angrily, "Are you stupid? You want to eat meat every day at home. Now that you have meat, what kind of cucumbers and persimmons do you eat? The vegetable field at home is so big." I don't see you eating too much."

Click!Click!
The child ignored the mother's nagging at all, and quickly moved the chopsticks between the two dishes, wishing to make rounds by himself, and mumbled in his mouth.

"Mother, hurry up and taste it, it's not the kind we grow at all, it's delicious."

good to eat?

Cucumbers and persimmons don’t all taste the same. How delicious can they be? Can they taste better than meat?

The village woman pursed her lips, and perfunctorily picked up a piece of cucumber with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

next second.

Everyone was stunned.

The rich and clear fragrance bursts out in the mouth, with a crispy taste and natural sweetness.

This is?

A piece of cucumber brought back the memories of the village woman. It tasted exactly the same as the cucumber she ate when she was a child.

"Mother, is it delicious? If you eat some persimmons, it will taste even better." The child looked smug.

The village woman put away her contempt and put a piece of red persimmon into her mouth.

Red persimmons taste thin and soft, sweet and sour, and the flesh is delicate and melts on the tip of the tongue like gravel, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth.

In an instant, the thoughts of the village woman were brought back to the youthful days when the mother planted a vegetable field in front of the door, watered it, and caught insects. In a blink of an eye, when the vegetable garden was harvested, the mother picked the biggest red persimmon with her rough hands. Rub it on the clothes a few times and put it in your hands.

Take a bite, the juice is sweet, and the red persimmons with sandy flesh are sweet to your heart.

"Mother, why are you crying?" The child saw his mother eating a piece of red persimmon, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and shook his mother's arm in fear. .

The other villagers at the table heard the children's cries and asked concerned questions one after another. The village woman came to her senses and quickly wiped away her tears.

"Try this cucumber and persimmon quickly. They taste the same as the ones we ate when we were young. They are delicious."

Cucumbers and red persimmons are delicious?

Who doesn't grow vegetables in the yard.

It's no wonder that the old Wang's family is poor, they don't eat meat, and they can't eat three dishes for a lifetime.

Some villagers on the table ridiculed, and some held out their chopsticks curiously.

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(End of this chapter)