"This wine is really good. I don't know whether it can make a donkey drunk or burn a knife." In the dining room, Old Huo was lying in front of the wine cup, smelling the aroma of the wine.
His nostrils were twitching and his eyes were drooling, giving people the feeling that his saliva was about to flow into the wine cup.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that old brother's family is really well off! You guys don't know, right? Rich families all drink wine from wine cups like old brother's family, and only we poor people drink wine from big bowls!" When old Huotou's lips and nose left the white porcelain wine cup, everyone thought he was about to drink, but he started talking again.
"Old brother, you don't know that I am just a cook in the army. I became a small leader because I am older. Hehe, wine, it's really good wine. How can a cook not like to drink?" Old Huo was so talkative, he continued to chat.
But the old man sitting next to Old Huo, who had the same wrinkled face as Old Huo, but with clear eyes, was already cursing in his heart, "You've said so much nonsense, why don't you drink some wine quickly!" Could it be that this Old Deng noticed that his group was a little strange?
In Northeastern dialect, "Lao Deng" means old guy. If you want to curse someone, you will add another word in front of "Deng".
At this moment, the old man hated Old Huo so much that he even forgot that he was also an old man!
"Look, all of you brothers are hungry. Why don't we eat while waiting for your brother?" The old man was anxious when he saw that all the Northeast Army soldiers were looking at his table with salivating eyes, but no one picked up their chopsticks to drink.
Logically speaking, it took quite some time from the time the banquet was prepared to the time Qian Chuan'er and Erhanzi went out to find Shang Zhen.
However, the old man, who was the host, could not understand why the Northeast Army soldiers were starving but no one started eating.
"I don't know which one of you is the leader. Why let everyone starve? If you just say a word, won't everyone have food to eat?" The old man was anxious in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be extremely enthusiastic. He began to guide them step by step.
But the old man didn't expect that when he mentioned the word "Commander", the faces of the Northeast Army members became strange again.
Of course I'm hungry, but since I'm not so hungry as to be shameless, I can't eat this meal and I absolutely can't drink this wine.
Who is the boss?
If you say that Old Huotou can be called the leader of their group, everyone in the group will follow his lead.
Wang Laomao is naturally the leader of his group, but the problem is that neither of these two leaders has the authority to order meals!
But who can be blamed for this? Who told them to give the power of the highest commander to Shang Zhen?
When Qian Chuan'er dragged Erhanzi out earlier, he said a half-sentence, which undoubtedly meant that you fooled Shang Zhen, the leader, and now you eat without waiting for him. This is not the way you do things!
What do you call pointing your finger at the bottom of your forehead? That's called face!
People need face and trees need bark. Old Huotou and Shang Zhen have a good personal relationship, and Shang Zhen has always been Wang Laomao's subordinate. How can these two superiors have the nerve to start eating with their mouths wide open and forks in their mouths?
"How about we have a drink first, brothers?" Although the old man was anxious in his heart, the smile on his face became more and more amiable.
As he said this, he saw Old Huo really picked up the wine cup.
But just when he thought that Old Huo was going to take the lead in drinking, Old Huo, although he smelled the aroma of the wine, refused to drink and just fiddled with the wine cup. You continued to mutter: "Tsk tsk, old brother, your wine cup is not small, I'm afraid it can only hold five cents, right?
Drinking from a wine cup is the most important way to measure a person's alcohol tolerance. If you drink from a bowl, you know how many bowls you've finished, but with this wine cup, the more you drink, the more you drink!"
When the old man heard what Old Huo said, he hurriedly said, "Strong liquor is for heroes. If we use those small wine cups of two or three coins, how can we make you brothers drink with heroic spirit?"
Because Old Huo was a talkative person, the old man was observing him like a chatterbox, so he didn't notice that when Old Huo said this, Wang Laomao's expression suddenly became thoughtful.
At this time, Old Huo gently tilted the wine glass towards the window.
The art of hospitality is to serve guests with a glass of wine half full and a glass of tea half half full.
The wine cup should be filled to the brim to show hospitality and respect, and the tea cup should be half full to avoid scalding the guests.
Because the wine cup was full of wine, when Old Huo tilted the cup lightly, the wine overflowed a little and flowed directly onto the table.
Seeing this, the old man next to him was shocked.
"It's all brewed with grain. What a sin, what a sin!" I don't know why, but this old Huo was particularly talkative today. After he finished speaking, he actually lay on the table and licked the wine stains on the table with his tongue. He looked like a drunkard!
After taking two sips of wine, old Huo sighed again, "What a waste!", then raised his head and continued to look at the old man of the same age as him with squinting eyes.
At this point, the old man also felt that something was wrong with Old Huo.
The two men are of similar age. If one is an old fox, the other is an old sly guy!
You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing your child, the old host sighed in his heart, but his face was blooming like a flower, but his so-called flowers were all wrinkles on his face.
"Look, look, this wine of mine is really a liquor brewed from pure grains and it's just placed here. You guys don't want to drink it, so as the host, I'll drink it first as a show of respect!" The old man stretched out his hand, picked up the wine cup in front of him, and really poured it into his mouth.
That was a five-cent wine cup, and there was quite a lot of wine in it. But the old man seemed to be drinking something, like nectar, with slow and determined movements, and he actually made a "hiss" sound when he drank it!
Judging from the way he drinks, he is obviously a drunkard!
"The wines from inside the Great Wall are characterized by being soft, mellow and long-lasting. You might say that all wines are good wines, but we outside the Great Wall don't agree with that. We only recognize one: the spicy ones are good wines! This wine is strong!" The old man exclaimed after putting down the wine cup.
And just as he was exclaiming in admiration, someone finally couldn't help but sigh. Who was it? Hou Kanshan!
A person who is unwilling to fight with all his might is most likely a cunning, lazy, and treacherous person, and Hou Kanshan is just like that.
Seeing that Shang Zhen didn't come into the house for a long time, Hou Kanshan finally couldn't help it. What's more, he didn't recognize Shang Zhen as his leader from the bottom of his heart!
So Hou Kanshan took a sneak peek at Wang Laomao. Seeing that Wang Laomao didn't pay attention to him, he picked up the wine cup in front of him, tilted his head back and drank all the wine in the cup!
"Wow, this is really good wine, like a trip to the front line!" Hou Kanshan exclaimed after drinking the wine.
The so-called "a trip on the fire line" means that the wine is very strong. After it enters the mouth, the esophagus and the stomach all feel stimulated by the alcohol. A trip on the fire line means a trip on the fire line.
"How refreshing! This is the kind of person we find in this part of Northeast China!" the old man praised without missing a beat.
Of course, he hoped that everyone at the table would drink quickly, but he was disappointed. Most of the officers and soldiers of the Northeast Army were looking at Old Huotou.
Old Huo seemed to be smiling, fiddling with the wine glass but refusing to drink the wine.
By this time, the old man sitting in the east was already... The electricity was getting worse.
Feeling something was wrong, he turned around. What was he looking back for? He was looking at the three men he had brought into the house.
But he turned around, and before he could wink at his three subordinates, the door was opened with a creaky sound.
Shang Zhen is finally back.
Everyone saw Shang Zhen slung his submachine gun across his shoulder with the muzzle pointing forward, but he looked like a nonchalant gangster, so no one took him seriously.
But when Shang Zhen turned around and closed the door again, something strange happened. He suddenly picked up the mechanical device and pointed it at the old man!
"This is a den of barbarians, no one is allowed to drink!" Shang Zhen shouted in a low voice.
When everyone heard Shang Zhen say this, they were shocked and jumped up instinctively. As for the three men behind the old man, they all reached for their waists.
But they were too late after all. When Wang Laomao stood up and turned around, a plate of pork stewed with vermicelli was poured on the face of one of them. At this time, the machine gun in Qiu Bo's hand was also pointed at the remaining two people!
"If you don't want to die, take your hands away from your waist!" Qiu Bo shouted.
Except for Qiu Bo, the soldiers he brought with him all used rifles.
It was impossible to carry a rifle with you while drinking, and the rifles were all leaning against the wall. The soldiers ran to the wall and reached for the guns.
But at this moment, the people in the room heard a "thump" sound. Everyone looked and saw Hou Kanshan fell off the stool he was sitting on.
"The wine is poisonous!" Chen Hanwen exclaimed.
"Fart poison? It's just a knockout drug!" Old Huo, who was standing up from his seat at this time, said contemptuously.