It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 76

The courtyard door opened, and a crowd poured in. Du Mao was drinking under the tree, frowning slightly.

"Scar, you just drive them away. Why do you catch them all here?"

Scar took a step forward and said, "Big brother, these two are selling wine. Their wine is a hundred cents a bowl, and they don't need money if they can drink ten bowls in a row."

Du Mao glanced at the old man and the young man, the expressions on their faces were very restrained. He smiled and smiled: "It's a bit interesting, what kind of good wine, dare to boast such a mouth."

A roar of laughter resounded through the courtyard.

"Scar, looking at your appearance, you must have been drinking. Why, I didn't last." Someone asked.

Scar's face turned red: "What, I came across a good wine and wanted my brother to taste it. This kind of wine won't get me drunk."

"Ha, don't brag, kid, who doesn't know how much you drink, so 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 stubborn chin and a beard.

"This wine is nothing, and even this can scare you." Holding the wine bowl, the man did not forget to laugh at Scar, and then he drank the wine in the bowl.

A spiciness surged up. To be honest, the taste of this wine was not good, but drinking it in the stomach was like overturning the river. After just a bowl of wine, his eyes were blurred, his head was dizzy, and his body began to stagger.

"Why, you can't do it. I could drink three bowls in a row just now." Scar hurriedly laughed, and gave the old man a look to prevent him from revealing himself.

"Who said I can't do it, I just ate too full and I was holding on." "Big Black Bear" said, holding the bowl and stretched out: "Another bowl."

When he reached the third bowl, he died, and his body was swaying, and he vomited non-stop.

"This wine is so strong!"

Some people couldn't help but say, they know the big guy's alcohol capacity. Usually drinking is like drinking water, why are three bowls of wine thrown down today.

"Come on, give me a bowl too!"

Immediately after, a few more people jumped out and handed the bowl to the old man.

"Guys, we are a small business. I gave you a few bowls of wine just now. No money, please let us go." The old man said.

"What are you afraid of, do you think we can't afford the money?" Du Mao took out a piece of silver and put it on the table: "No matter if anyone can drink ten bowls of wine today, the money is all yours."

Having said that, everyone came to the spirit.

"I've never been drunk in my life, and today I even drank ten bowls for the villagers to see."

"Come on, old man, fill the bowl for me, and a little less, I want your head."

That said, but at the end of the day, people in the yard came around, not to mention ten bowls, not many who could drink three bowls. They all fell to the ground in a daze, lying down with vomit.

"Brother, we can't do it anymore."

"This wine is really strong, I've never had it before."

Most of the wines of this era are brewed wine, yellow wine and fruit wine, etc., let alone the taste, the degree is definitely not up, and if it reaches a dozen degrees, it will be sky-high. It is almost equivalent to the beer of Cheng Dalei's previous life, otherwise how could there be so many heroes in the rivers and lakes drinking by the jins.

If it is a degree like beer, as long as you vomit, Cheng Dalei can drink a few pounds of it.

And Toad Village made distilled wine according to Cheng Dalei's ideas, which was not a technical problem, and was gradually explored by them. This kind of wine is actually difficult to drink, but it has one advantage. It is strong and strong enough. Cheng Dalei tasted it, and it was about forty degrees.

And now the capacity of the bowl is also larger, a bowl of wine is about seven or eight taels. Cheng Dalei has never seen a fierce man who can drink ten bowls in a row.

Moreover, people who are used to drinking beer can't drink white.

The yard was drunk, and everyone turned their attention to Du Mao.

"Fill the wine with me." Du Mao sat there motionless.

"Big brother is massive, let them see and see."

The old man filled him with the wine and persuaded him kindly, "Hey man, my wine is a bit strong, so take it easy."

"What's the matter, my big brother can't pour a thousand cups. Back then, fighting tigers all depended on spirits. You still want to drink my big brother." Scar only drank a bowl of wine, and now he is still in good spirits.

"Ah... Yamano Murao doesn't understand anything, why are you yelling at him?"

Du Mao pushed with his hand to stop Scar from continuing, and immediately drank the wine in the bowl.

As soon as the wine entered his stomach, it was like a knife slashing his throat. Du Mao knew immediately that it was bad, and he would be embarrassed today.

"Quick, fill up my eldest brother, my eldest brother is just getting started."

Du Mao gave Scar a fierce look, and Scar nodded hurriedly, with an expression like I understand you.

Before returning to his senses, the wine bowl in front of him was already full, Du Mao took a deep breath and drank it like an old cow drinking water.

Du Mao drank three bowls in a row and couldn't hold it anymore. He had been sitting, but now he had to stand up and support the tree with his hands.

"Good man, don't drink if you can't. I don't dare to ask for the money today."

"Come on, fill up."

With three bowls of wine in his stomach, Du Mao was also confused. The old man's words just aroused the arrogance in his heart.

It was another big bowl full of wine, and there was not a single drop of wine left in the glass.

The crowd applauded in unison, and every time Du Mao drank a bowl of wine, the crowd cheered, and finally Du Mao drank seven bowls of wine in a row.

Even the old man couldn't help but praise him in his heart. This man is really a good man. Thinking of our big boss, he would just lie down with a bowl of wine.

"Good man, do you still want to drink!" the old man asked.

"Pour...pour full..."

"I advise you not to drink it. You don't burn incense and don't worship Buddha on weekdays. If you drink too much, you will easily hit ghosts in the middle of the night."

"Down..." Du Mao suddenly jolted and raised his head abruptly, only to see the old man staring at him intently, with a slightly respectful and docile look on his face, and the fierceness of a tiger blooming in his eyes.

"You...you are..."

"Go!"

The old man suddenly threw the wine bowl in his hand to the ground, followed by a clattering sound. The young man next to the cart jumped onto the cart, took out a few steel knives from the wine barrel, and threw them to the seven or eight idlers who came in.

Each of these "idlers" raised their heads with murderous intent on their faces.

There are indeed neighbors near Du Mao, who are confused as to what happened, and are stunned at the moment.

Scar was stunned. He was surprised to see the ugly hunchback suddenly straight up and caught the steel knife thrown over.

"You are……"

"Toad Village does things, nothing to do with others, get out of here."

The shadow of the tree of human life, Toad Village has a fierce reputation, and its reputation is not weaker than Du Mao. As soon as the evil thief from Toad Village arrived, the crowd panicked, and some people were simply scared to the ground, with yellow and white things flowing out from under them.

Du Mao kicked the table over with one foot, the cups and bowls flying around, he blocked his two big fists in front of him, and drank thunder in his mouth.

"Come!"