Huang Shuang

The third son who doesn't know how to use quantifiers

Medicinal liquor

In the second year in Xiangyun Town, Mr. Zhang Yang, who had just recovered, fell in love with carrying four barrels of water from the Liuyun Tower on the top of the mountain back to the town at the foot of the mountain. For this reason, he deliberately carried two large tanks and threw them in Linglang Pavilion At the door, although the brothers and sisters of Linglang Pavilion don't mind Xiang Yunzhen's direct disciples running errands for them, but Mr. Xiao Zhun, who always comes to drink a little wine, is a little dissatisfied. After the younger brothers and sisters, come to enjoy the beautiful women like clouds, beautiful wives and beautiful family members, before the stool is hot, your old friend pours four buckets of water into the tank and smiles at you "Ziyao, I'm leaving , you go back early, the second elder’s house is broken and you need to fix it, and the fourth elder’s cat is lost, let you find it, second uncle’s..." May I ask, are you still in the mood to drink flower wine, so, a certain One day, the aggrieved second young master got up half an hour early, and personally moved the two big vats to the door of the inn at the foot of the mountain. The final result was that the third young master Xiao finally passed out drunk in the gentle beauty town, while Zhang Yang didn't stop because he didn't stop for a while. The car twisted its knees, it was night, and the third son, who was even more aggrieved after sobering up, knocked on Zhang Yang's door with a jar of medicinal wine.

"Ziyao? Why are you here?" The weather outside was not really warm, Zhang Yang pulled Xiao Zhun into the house, "I ordered a small stove with my second uncle today, and I was going to send it to you, but I hurt my leg. It’s just right, you will take it back later, the top of the mountain is cold at night, I don’t think your house even has a small hand stove.”

Let's talk a lot, but Xiao Zhun just stared at him and his eyes slowly turned red, "What's wrong with you?" Zhang Yang was a little frightened by his abnormality, could it be that the fairy girl and Si Yun The girls had a fight?Or the pumpkin of the fourth elder went to make trouble for the third uncle's little Bailing again, "Zhang Yang!" Xiao Zhun yelled fiercely, and Zhang Yang was taken aback, "I tell you, I'm sorry!"? ? ?What's wrong?what happens? ?Zhang Yang has question marks all over his face, "I moved that tank of yours, I'm sorry"

"Ah?" Zhang Yang was still a little dazed. Is this master drunk or awake?

The third son on the other side who had finished apologizing was finally happy, and broke Zhang Yang's leg as if to take off his shoes, "Wow, it hurts!"

"Let me tell you, this is master's brewed wine. It's the best way to cure your sprain. It took me a long time for him to give it to me." Xiao Zhun had already rolled up his pants very quickly, and fell I drank some wine and started kneading.

"One.. Pot??" Zhang Yang didn't know whether to stop his hand from rubbing his legs or take his feet off the stool first, so he just gave up. Seeing that this person is still drunk, let him go crazy.

"Oh, no, no, it's not a pot, this should be used, a bottle." Xiao Zhun didn't stop moving his hands, and very quickly denied his wrong rhetoric and replaced it with an even more wrong description.

"bottle?"

"That bowl??"

"wrong"

"One?"

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"One?" "Zhang??" "Block???"

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"Ziyao, I think you don't want to go back to Nan'an for a short time, I'm afraid... Uncle Xiao..."

Zhang Yang's hesitation to speak successfully made Xiao Zhun, who was not clear-headed, even more confused, "Forget it, just tell me, the width is wrapped in a root pot, and the head is only clustered with flowers, which one should I use?"

"altar"

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