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Seeing the old man move away from the door, Han Xiaodong knew that his rhetoric had worked, but he felt a little guilty because these words were just nonsense for him to deal with the situation in front of him.

However, from this brief contact, he felt the old man's love for these folk tales. With just a few high-sounding words from him, he can easily let people into the house. The villagers in this village seem to be very simple.

Just as Han Xiaodong stepped into the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned to the village chief and said, "Village chief, please, there is no wine seller in the village, can you sell two bottles for me?"

Just now when the old man said that he needed to drink while telling stories, Han Xiaodong heard it in his ears, but he was not familiar with the village, and this village did not seem to be a particularly wealthy village. There are only one or two families, so it is best to ask the village chief to be more secure about this matter.

Unexpectedly, when the village head heard what he said, he laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and said to the old man: "My brother is not like you. When you come, you will ask for it. You see, the young man takes it seriously. Where can I find such a thing?" Those with a solid eye will go."

After finishing speaking, You looked at Han Xiaodong and said: "Yan... yes, graduate student, you can study here, don't worry about it, I'll get you wine, and when you come to our village to do research, you have to pay for wine. What happened? You are chatting, my grandson left a few bottles of good wine two days ago, I will bring them to you."

With that said, the village head turned and walked towards the direction he came from, leaving behind Han Xiaodong and the old man who were already standing in the door.

The old man saw the direction in which the village head left, nodded silently, and muttered in a low voice: "Sensible, otherwise how could he become the village head? As soon as I tell him, he will understand what I want from him."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door, waved to Han Xiaodong, and said, "Let's stay in the house. There is no one living in my house, just my old man. If you feel wronged, you can live in the next room."

Han Xiaodong glanced at the house next to the old man's pointing, which was also an adobe house, but it seemed that it had been repaired recently, unlike many houses outside that had many cracks, and the conditions of the house seemed to be okay.

Although they are all called adobe houses, adobe and adobe are different. There are two ways to build an adobe house. One is to use stone as the foundation first, and then add soil layer by layer to compact it. The entire adobe wall is smooth and tidy, and the effect of the exterior wall is not inferior to that of a brick and tile house.

Another kind is to use soil to make bricks, add various composite materials, and pile them up layer by layer. To put it bluntly, it is a kind of earth brick house.

Compared with red brick houses, adobe houses in rural areas are inferior in aesthetics and house strength, but in terms of heat insulation, they are not inferior to brick houses at all. If there are no large-scale geological disasters such as earthquakes, adobe houses The durability is no worse than that of a brick house.

The old man's house belongs to the former, and the walls have obviously just been tidied up, so it looks quite new, but it doesn't have the style of a brick and tile house.

Han Xiaodong was assigned to a wing room on the west side of the yard. After putting down his luggage, the old man led him to sit in the living room. During the whole process, the dogs in the yard only glanced at him, and then fell asleep on the ground the whole time. , as if he didn't regard this outsider as a threat at all.

The old man's living room is the dining room, which is not very big. The left side of the dining room is the kitchen, and the right side is the bedroom. It is obviously the house where the old man lives.

After sitting down in the living room, the old man didn't ask Han Xiaodong, and directly brought out a bowl of rice and two plates of pickles from the kitchen on the other side, and placed them in front of Han Xiaodong.

"Don't be picky. The village is poor and there is nothing to eat. They are all local wild vegetables. You can eat them first."

After walking all the way, Han Xiaodong was indeed a little hungry. Besides, he wasn't picky eaters, so when he saw what he was eating, he felt his stomach growling.

Regardless of other things at the moment, he thanked him and picked up his rice bowl to eat. The rice was still warm. Obviously, the old man had just eaten it not too long ago. It seems that the time he came was just a coincidence.

At the stall where he was eating, the old man sat on the chair opposite him, lit a huge hookah, and smoked it, without looking at him the whole time, as if he didn't exist.

After finishing the bowl of rice in a flurry of wind, Han Xiaodong put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and thanked him again.

The old man glanced at him, put down the hookah, and picked up the things on the table. At this moment, there was another knock on the door outside the courtyard, and the dog barked again, but this time the old man stopped drinking. Looking outside, he said to Han Xiaodong: "Go and open the door for the village chief, and bring me here."

After finishing speaking, he returned to the kitchen with the bowl and pickles on his own.

Han Xiaodong hurried out of the house, went to the yard and opened the gate, just in time to see the anxious village chief.

Just as he was about to ask the village chief what was wrong, he saw the village chief stuff two bottles of white wine into his arms, and then said: "You stay here first, and I will come to you tomorrow. Tell my brother, save some wine, That's all."

After finishing speaking, he took another big step and hurried back along the way he came.

Han Xiaodong was baffled by the actions of the village chief. He put two bottles of wine in his pocket, closed the courtyard door, and returned to the living room.

At this time, the old man had returned to the dining room and sat where he had just sat. On the table, there were two more cups and a plate of fried peanuts.

Han Xiaodong put the two bottles of wine in his pocket on the table, and asked a little puzzled: "I saw the village head was very anxious just now, what's wrong with him?"

The old man grinned and did not answer. Instead, he reached for a bottle of white wine, unscrewed the lid, and poured the white wine into his glass.Then, without further ado, he filled Han Xiaodong's cup, and then said leisurely: "He must have been scolded by his wife again. Hey, he is a good guy, but unfortunately, he didn't marry the right one. "

After the old man finished speaking, he raised the glass in front of Han Xiaodong, and Han Xiaodong quickly picked up his own glass of wine, motioned to the old man, and then the two drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking a glass of wine, Han Xiaodong felt a burning sensation in his throat. He had never drank alcohol before. This was the first time in his life. It will be poured in so easily.

But fortunately, his self-control is not bad, and he barely coughed up, but he inevitably grinned, and at the same time, he let out a long inhalation sound.

Seeing him like this, the old man chuckled, poured him another glass, then grabbed a peanut, put it in his mouth, and said while chewing, "You have to practice your drinking capacity."?