plane old driver

Chapter 103 As long as you have a story, you can drink as much as you want!
The bartender nodded and continued serving drinks to this "terrible" young man. Zhang Xiaojun silently asked for a glass of orange juice. He was definitely going to be a guest for today's trip!

The young man seemed to never get drunk, and his stomach seemed to be a bottomless pit. After drinking so much, there was no need to stop. During this period, Zhang Xiaojun took out his bank card and swiped it once.

"No wine. Is your friend a human being?"

The bartender was a little apprehensive. It was the first time I saw someone drink wine with an alcohol concentration above 90 as water, and...

"He is not human, can he go?" Zhang Xiaojun turned his head to the young man and said.

Only then did the young man glance at Zhang Xiaojun with dull eyes, and said, "Do you have spirits?"

"As long as you have a story, you can drink as much as you want!"

"go!"

Just like that, Zhang Xiaojun and the young man left the bar, but the bartender didn't realize it for a long time. If it wasn't for the pile of empty wine bottles next to him, he would have felt that what happened just now was fake, too unreal.

"I met a ghost today..." the bartender muttered to himself and started to pack the bottles. He didn't feel the joy of making money at all, even though the money was for the boss.

After leaving the bar, Zhang Xiaojun drove the young man to the village on the outskirts of Chuzhou City. Zhang Xiaojun and Zhang Dajun would come to that village once a year to buy a jug of wine. After finishing drinking, Zhang Dajun started his annual year-end "trip", which lasted for almost half a month.

There are ten miles of peach blossom trees in this existence. Although there are bare trees throughout the season, a small river among the peach blossom trees is still flowing, and there are fish bubbling from time to time. It is also a strange scenery. After all, a clean river Running out.

"Okay, just get off here, you come with me." Zhang Xiaojun got out of the car first with a bag of things.

Zhang Xiaojun signaled to the young man and took the lead to leave. The young man suddenly shook his body, and instantly changed into a blue long gown with a long sword on his back. He was dressed like Li Xiaoyao in the "Sword" TV series. Zhang Xiaojun really wanted to ask this boy and What is Li Xiaoyao's relationship?

But they endured it, and planned to chat with the young man at the wine table before asking about their identities. After a while, they came to a farmyard with the words "Peach Blossom Wine" hanging on the gate. After many years, the handwriting on the wooden board is not very clear.

The owner of the yard is a lonely old man who only knows Xintao, but does not know the specific name.

"Grandpa Tao, I have a friend who wants the strongest wine, so I want to ask you for some, can you?" Zhang Xiaojun shouted at the gate of the courtyard.

"Cough cough cough... oh, the strongest wine? Come in." The old man's slightly hoarse voice entered Zhang Xiaojun's ears.

An old man responded to Zhang Xiaojun, and Zhang Xiaojun led the young man into the yard. There was an ancient well in the yard, and the old man was washing some black grains.

"Grandpa Tao, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Zhang Xiaojun put away the things in his hand, and hurried to the well to grab the rope for carrying water, and helped the old man carry water.

The old man chuckled, "Your dad didn't come this time?"

"It's not time yet, but my friend can drink. I just drank wine with an alcohol content of more than 90.00% in the bar. I didn't respond at all. I want to hear him tell a story, so I can only ask you to tell him Let's have some spirits." Zhang Xiaojun said with a smile.

Only then did the old man look at the bewildered young man standing in the yard, narrowed his eyes slowly, and continued to wash the grain.

"Grandpa Tao, why don't I come and wash it for you, and you go get him some of the wine that my father got drunk after drinking a small glass?" Zhang Xiaojun asked.

"You little devil, my wine is rare in a thousand years, how can I give it to a "living dead"?" The old man joked, his voice amplified on purpose.

Zhang Xiaojun looked at the old man with a bitter face, and said, "Grandpa Tao, that's not right. Last time you gave my dad a drink, you forced it. He basically doesn't drink alcohol."

"Then what changed after he drank my drink?"

"This...didn't you just pass out at the time? He seemed to be crying. It was the first time I saw my dad cry so happily, but...it seemed...you were much younger? Hehe."

Zhang Xiaojun remembers Zhang Dajun's drinking a year ago very clearly, because that time was simply too "horrible". His father poured down a glass of wine and shed so many tears. If it wasn't for his trust in the old man, he I figured it was time to call the police.

"So, my wine is not for people to drink casually, only people with love can drink it, no matter the dead or the living, haha."

"Hey, didn't you just say that he is a "dead man"? You can see that he is obviously injured, so let me see the "dead man" drinking.

Grandpa Tao, you see, I am also your half-grandson, right? Although I don’t come to see you often, my dad and I come to see you every year..."

"Don't play the emotional card on me, I'm so old...Drinking, it depends on the time, what time is it now?"

"When? It's almost twelve o'clock now." Zhang Xiaojun was a little confused.

"Drinking is only suitable for the next hour, and there is still half an hour, you go and fill the tanks over there with water." The old man pointed to the large tanks in the corner.

Zhang Xiaojun nodded, "Okay, do you need to wash the vat?"

"No, it's been washed."

"Okay, so who, you sit down first, the strongest wine needs to be drunk at the right time." Zhang Xiaojun turned his head and said to the young man.

The young man mechanically sat on the stone bench in the yard. Just like that, Zhang Xiaojun fetched water into the tank, and the old man washed the black grain. The scene temporarily repeated this action.

Finally, after half an hour passed, Zhang Xiaojun poured the last bucket of water into the last big tank. Although there was some sweat on his forehead, he was not very tired.

"Okay, you go and clear the table, I'll get the wine, by the way, go to the old man Hu at the head of the village to buy a roast duck and a stack of spiced beans!"

"Okay!"

Zhang Xiaojun wiped his hands, cleaned up the stone tables in the yard, and ran out, finally started, Zhang Xiaojun was very confident, because that kind of wine was terrible.

Not long after, Zhang Xiaojun came back after shopping. The old man was slowly coming out of the house with a small wine jar in his arms. The old man patted the mud seal lightly, took off the oil paper sealed on the mouth of the wine jar, An intoxicating aroma of wine filled the nostrils.

Zhang Xiaojun hastily covered his nose. Last time he smelled the aroma of wine and almost got drunk. This time, he had to take some precautions. The young man's originally dull eyes suddenly flashed a trace of surprise, and he stretched out his hand to snatch the wine from the old man's hand. The wine jar, but I don't know why I didn't get it.

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