Shennong Pharmaceutical Field

Chapter 135 The Strong Brewer

The next day, before dawn, Da Zhuang got up quietly. He listened attentively for a while, and when he heard that Fu Sheng and Xiang Zi were still snoring evenly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and tiptoed to the By the door, slipped out quietly.

The little guy from Kelai Rujia just opened the door of the inn, and saw someone sneaking down from the second floor. The little guy rubbed his sleepy eyes, and after he saw clearly it was the guy from Yao Dong's family who lived on the second floor When he was Da Zhuang, he breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered in a low voice, "So it's that Da Zhuang who doesn't know etiquette, so sneaky, I don't know what you want to do, Yao Dong's family has a good temper, and indulged him like this. "

"You..." Da Zhuang, who sneaked downstairs, heard the little boy's muttering. Da Zhuang was so angry. Last time, it was this talkative boy who almost misunderstood my good brother Fu Sheng. , and was ridiculed by Hu Niu, a tiger-like girl.

This time, I didn't want to alarm everyone, I got up early on purpose, but unfortunately I was met by this little guy, Da Zhuang wanted to hold him to reason, but he turned his head and looked at the girl who was about to dawn. Chaoyang, after listening to the sound of guests getting up one after another in the guest room, he held back his anger for a while, took a look at the little guy who was always against him, and hurried out.

Da Zhuang had something on his mind, and after he left the door, he finally had no scruples, threw off his arms, and strode towards Jing'er Hutong with big strides.

Da Zhuang ran for a while, and stopped at the corner of Jing'er Hutong. Sure enough, at the corner, he found the old beggar he met yesterday. He was wearing a ragged jacket and sleeping on the ground. The other beggars are no different. If there is any difference, the only difference is that he has an extra black wine gourd that can hardly be seen from the original color.

Facing such an old beggar, Da Zhuang had a pious expression on his face. He first breathed out the breath that he was out of breath due to the fast running, and then carefully lowered himself down, just about to say hello , I felt a burst of alcohol attack.

It turned out that the old beggar on the ground had opened his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, Da Zhuang had already sat up straight. He took a drink carelessly, shook the empty wine gourd, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "No way!" , or not."

Da Zhuang stretched out his hand to take the empty wine gourd, and said humbly, "Senior, have you run out of wine? I'll call you."

I didn't see how the old beggar moved, but the wine gourd that was close to Da Zhuang's eyes suddenly disappeared, and the old beggar's voice sounded behind him, "Boy, if you want to take my old drunkard's wine gourd, why not?" It’s far away, let’s talk about it after practicing for a few years.”

"Please teach me, old man! Da Zhuang is not afraid of hard work, not afraid of being tired. He must study hard and practice hard." Da Zhuang said while turning to him, without looking at him, and knelt down in the direction of the voice.

"Silly boy, I found the wrong place." The old beggar's voice came from behind Da Zhuang again.

"Please teach me, old man!" Da Zhuang turned around again following the voice of the old beggar, and with a bang, he knocked his head on the ground, showing his determination to practice martial arts with the old beggar.

"Silly boy, I made a mistake again."

"Please teach me, old man! Da Zhuang is not afraid of hard work, not afraid of tiredness, he must study hard and practice hard."

"Silly boy, people are here."

"Please teach me, old man! Da Zhuang is not afraid of hard work, not afraid of tiredness, he must study hard and practice hard."

"Silly boy, I knelt wrong again."

"Please teach me, old man! Da Zhuang is not afraid of hard work, not afraid of tiredness, he must study hard and practice hard."

The old beggar moved around erratically, his voice was left and right, forward and backward, Da Zhuang followed the sound with his head left and right, each of the 'bang bang bang' knocked on the ground, After about an hour, a big lump swelled on his head, but he still didn't apply medicine when he kowtowed his head; his voice was also hoarse a lot, but the persistence in his voice remained the same as before.

Fusheng has been watching for a while.

In fact, as early as last night when Da Zhuang was hesitating, Fu Sheng guessed that his good brother who had played since he was a child must have something to hide from everyone, and it was something that he was particularly concerned about.Whenever this happened, the straightforward Da Zhuang showed his stubborn side. If he made up his mind not to say anything, it would be useless for anyone to ask. Tell you directly that you can't speak, you can't even turn a corner, and even if you are eloquent, you can't pry his mouth open.

Fu Sheng grew up with Da Zhuang, so he naturally knows his good brother's temperament best.Therefore, even though Da Zhuang's words were full of loopholes last night, he still didn't ask him, but chose to find out by himself.But when he woke up in the morning, he found that Da Zhuang's bunk was empty, and no one was there.

Fusheng was not in a hurry. Although he didn't ask Da Zhuang what happened last night, he had already asked where this special incident happened.Therefore, after Fusheng and Xiangzi said hello, they left the room, just in time to see the little guy who came to Rujia muttering to himself in confusion.

Seeing Fusheng coming out, the little guy hurried up to greet him, and said solemnly, "Our shopkeeper Yang, you have to talk about your guy named Da Zhuang. It's too casual to let a servant."

Hearing this, Fu Sheng smiled secretly, Da Zhuang must have committed some evil this year, and was always disliked by this little guy.However, Fusheng's current identity to the outside world is the shopkeeper of Yao Dong's family, so he can't ignore the inn boy's sincere reminder.

Suppressing his smile, Fu Sheng asked solemnly, "What wrong did Da Zhuang do again? Please tell me a little bit, little brother."

"I can't tell if it's a mistake or not." The boy frowned, as if he was still considering the nature of Da Zhuang's behavior just now. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to tell the truth and let the shopkeeper Yang himself judge "it's him." Woke up in the morning and was sneaky, he went out as soon as I opened the door, as if he was going to do something shameful without telling others, you have to ask clearly, don't let such a good person from Yao Dong's family follow him .”

"Well, thank you little brother for reminding me." Fusheng said with a smile on his face. He took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve and stuffed it into the young man's hand. direction?"

"Thank you for the reward from shopkeeper Yang!" The little boy put away the broken silver nimbly, his face finally filled with a more attentive smile, and he said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, he is running in that direction gone."

Having once again confirmed Da Zhuang's whereabouts, Fu Sheng bid farewell to the attentive inn boy, and walked quickly towards Jing'er Hutong.From a distance, he saw a big man kowtowing constantly in different positions, and an old beggar covered in oil and rags was holding an equally dirty and oversized wine gourd fluttering back and forth, left and right. So that Da Zhuang will never worship in front of him.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the way.Da Zhuang, a martial idiot, doesn't judge people by their appearance, and when he spotted the old beggar, he kowtowed incessantly, and he didn't even care about the blood oozing from his forehead, or he didn't care about it at all.Fusheng knew nothing about martial arts, but the light and erratic figure of the old beggar dazzled him, and he felt a little dizzy after just looking at it for a while.

Rubbing his forehead vigorously, Fusheng said loudly to the front, "Senior, please, for the sake of Da Zhuang's sincerity, please give him some pointers."

"Hey, kid can't hold back anymore, want to beg me with your brother?" The old beggar shook his body slightly, sat on the branch of the old locust tree in front of Fusheng, and said condescendingly.

"No, old man, you misunderstood." Fusheng cupped his hands respectfully, and said modestly, "Fusheng knows nothing about martial arts. For the sake of my good senior's pity on his sincerity, you should always be merciful and help him."

"What? Practicing martial arts? Hahaha, hahaha." The old beggar laughed loudly, as if he had heard something funny, he was out of breath from laughing, and fell off the old locust tree with a 'puff' .

The old beggar had a mournful old face, shook the extra-large wine gourd in his hand, and said with aggrieved face, "Do you guys talk like that? Don't you know how to respect and respect the old? Is it fun to scare the old man down from the tree?" ?”

"Scared? We scared you?" Rao Shi Fusheng was always calm, but this time his mouth grew wide in surprise, and he asked aggrievedly, "Senior, are you kidding? You can come and go freely on such a tall tree , what did we say to frighten you?"

The old beggar jumped up all of a sudden, but let out a 'hiss', completely lost the celebrity demeanor he had when he teased Da Zhuang just now.While freeing his hand to rub his butt, he yelled, "Don't say it's scary, we old alcoholic have tasted and brewed wine all our lives, when did we practice martial arts, you two children, don't talk nonsense what."

"The old man likes to make wine?" Fu Sheng glanced at the crowd gradually gathering around him, his face was thoughtful, and he said to the old beggar who was like an old urchin in front of him, "If my brother learns wine making from the old man, the old man will be willing." teach him?"

"No!" Da Zhuang took a few steps over, and still knelt down in front of the old beggar with a 'puff', and said firmly, "I don't want to learn how to make wine, I want to learn martial arts from the old man!"

"You're talking nonsense again." The old beggar waved his hands again and again, as if chasing flies away. He stepped back and disappeared at the corner of the alley in the blink of an eye. Only his voice remained in Da Zhuang's ears, "I want to learn." Those who make wine will come here and wait for me in fifteen days, and if you can’t figure it out, don’t come!”

(End of this chapter)