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Hearing that his father wanted to see him, Twelve Lang immediately took a big step back and wanted to turn around and run away.

His father, is that watching?That's Ming grab!Robbery in the open, without any cover up!

Helplessly, the son understood his father, and his father also understood his little boy's little thoughts, so he immediately signaled Uncle Chang Suiping to close the door with his eyes.

Twelve Lang: ...

"Father," Twelve Lang took another step back, leaning against the upper door panel with his back, curled up into a ball and shivering.

But he wanted to struggle again.

"Father, this isn't for food. Brother Xiao Fei sent me to teach the Lu family bastards a lesson...It's useless if you look at it!"

The weak, pitiful and helpless boy couldn't withstand the brute force of his own father, and the jar in his arms was quickly taken away, and he was ruthlessly abandoned by the door like a tiger with a hole in the cloth, never to be given another share. A look of concern.

Twelve Lang was discouraged, and squatted sullenly with his knees hugged, feeling that his father was really unreasonable at all, and it was useless to talk about anything.

"Is it useful? I'll talk about it after I read it!"

Da Duhu smiled, casually looked the jar up and down, and then moved closer to sniffing it.

"Smells like strong liquor."

As he spoke, he reached out and smashed the sealing paper on the jar.

The next moment, a strong smell of alcohol spewed out from the mouth of the jar, fierce and aggressive, instantly captured the sense of smell of everyone present.

"This... this... this is wine!"

Yuan Tao, the left soldier and horse guard, opened his eyes wide, his nostrils dilated unconsciously, and with a sharp twitch, the smell of alcohol rushed into his brain.

"Fuck it, this taste is too overbearing, but a good wine!"

People who lead soldiers love to drink, especially those with violent tempers. Many of them are out-and-out alcoholics.

For example, Yuan Tao, the left soldier and horse guard, loved spirits the most in his life.

He spent half his life fighting with Hu people in the grassland, and his living habits are quite similar to Hu people.

The bitter cold wine in the grassland can warm up the body, and the barbarians are excited to drink kumiss, which can inspire the bravery of the tribe. Yuan Tao also has the same habit.It's just that this kumiss is not high in alcohol content, soft in the mouth, full of milky taste, and it doesn't have much strength to drink, which makes him not very satisfied.

But since it's a hobby, it's not just drinking one kind of wine.

I have tried rice wine from the Central Plains, rice wine and fruit wine from the South, and Yuan Zuobing and Ma Wei. Although the tastes are different, they always feel similar to kumiss, but with a little bit of strength.

It can be seen that rice wine and rice wine are brewed with grain, and fruit wine is only produced in the warm and humid southern land. The frontier soldiers can't eat enough for themselves, let alone make wine with precious grain.

Yuan Zuo's soldiers and horses knew the importance, and he never delayed major events because of his personal preferences.But as a senior alcoholic, Yuan Tao has been in a state of dissatisfaction all year round, and he will be fried when he smells alcohol.

Especially in these years, the frontier army has gradually gained the upper hand in the confrontation with the barbarians in the grassland, and the cat's paws in the hearts of the left soldiers and horse guards have become active again.

He doesn't like the gold, silver and treasures given by others, and he has no luck in accepting the enchanting beauties who give him, and the magic weapons and sharp blades given to him... just force it, since it's all outside the body anyway.

Only his confidant subordinates who know what he likes will search around every New Year's Eve and send a few jars of sake brewed in the mountains to make Mr. Zuo Bingmawei smile.

Speaking of it, Yuan Tao also felt that he was the person who knew the most about wine in Yechao.From the Central Plains to the grasslands, he has tasted almost all wines, and he can be called a master of wine.

But this time, he didn't see the wine at all, only smelled it, and Yuan Zuobing and Mawei burned up involuntarily, the hairs on his back stood on end, and the blood rushed to the top of his head.

Instinct, the instinct to love wine is rushing, urging him to get closer, to get closer, to swallow the domineering liquid into his body, and turn it into a source of burning power!

"This is... what kind of wine is this?!"

Yuan Tao swallowed, resisting the urge to reach out to the chief guard.

He forced himself to turn his head and focus on the unlucky boy Twelve Lang, his tone was a little hasty.

"Little Twelve, we can't lie. It smells like a good thing. There's no reason to give a good thing to a bastard. You can't just take advantage of the Lu family's henchmen!"

It's not just him who thinks this way, many people present have the same idea.

A few middle-aged people who are over 200 years old together, like a group of wild wolves with green eyes, stepped forward and surrounded the poor lamb with burning eyes.

"Nephew, what kind of wine is this?"

"Did Ning boy give it to you? Mo Zong brewed it himself?"

"How much of this wine do you still have? It's still hidden... The little furry bird hasn't grown up yet, how can you drink wine? Why don't you give it to your uncle as a filial piety!"

Every time you say something, everyone looks excited, forcing Shi Shilang into a small group.

He listened to one sentence to the left, and answered one sentence to the right, he hesitated for a long time without saying anything, and in the end he slapped the anxious Feng Da Duhu.

"Hey, you cowardly bastard, you can't even speak clearly, but I'm so anxious to death!"

"Isn't it just wine, you'll know after a taste!"

Twelve Lang was originally dizzy from the alcohol jar in his father's arms, but he immediately sobered up after hearing this.

Although he was bragging to Brother Xiaofei, in fact, he was still a young boy who had never touched wine, and he didn't know what wine was like.

But no matter how inexperienced, he also knew that ordinary wine would not make you drunk.He didn't pay attention to Brother Xiaofei when he said it before, but looking at it now, drinking this stuff may really kill people.

Dead man, that matter is serious.

Don't look at him thinking of ruthlessly tormenting the bastards of the Lu family, but Lu Shiwen must not die in Ding'an City.Not only can you not die, you can't even get hurt, otherwise it will be easy for someone with a heart to pinch it.

Therefore, father and elder brother only said to let him find a way to tease him, but they didn't say to punish him to death.As a result, the bastard hasn't arrived yet, and his father will be put down first. If something happened to the things that brother Xiaofei gave, it would be troublesome.

No!

Twelve Lang was frightened by the scene he imagined, and hurriedly got up to grab the wine jar.

"No! No, you can't drink it! You can't drink it! Brother Xiaofei said that if you drink it, you will die!"

"Damn it! It's unlucky to speak like a child!"

Fang Zhengde, the military guard of the Northwest Camp of the frontier army, slapped his hands.

"Those who drink to death are cowards, what do you think of these uncles like you?"

"The people below us are not soft-bodied, come here, let your Uncle Fang show you a sample!"

As he spoke, he took a sea bowl from the table and held it out in front of the chief guard.

"Brother, I'll take a bowl first!"

Twelve Lang's pupils were locked tightly.

Fang Zhengde is the uncle who took him to practice martial arts since he was a child, and he has always had a close relationship with him, no less than a blood-related family member in the house.Now Uncle Fang wants to risk his life, how can he give in? !

I don't know where the strength came from, but Twelve Lang took advantage of his father's distraction and grabbed the wine jar.He couldn't stand upright, the mouth of the jar shook, and half a bowl of alcohol was spilled on the ground, and the smell of alcohol in the room became stronger.

Yuan Tao closed his eyes, stretched his neck and took a few deep breaths, his expression very intoxicated.

"Strong enough, strong enough, overbearing enough! Good wine!"

Twelve Lang didn't say a word, he opened the door and ran into the yard, anxiously chased out by a few alcoholics who were hooked.

Chasing and cursing at the same time, tell the little brat to be careful, don't spoil a good thing.

Twelve Lang gritted his teeth.

He knew in his heart that if he ran, he couldn't get out. These old drunkards would catch up from all corners of the world, and they wouldn't stop until they got the jar.

But he can't really give them.Brother Xiaofei said, you have to add five times the water...ah no, ten times the water is good for drinking, otherwise you will really die.

He is not a fool, he knows that what he said has no weight, and the old uncles will not listen to them at all.This wine must be drunk today, unless the big brother descends from the sky, he will not be able to stop it with his Twelve Lang's ability.

Heartbroken, the little boy stopped abruptly.

He was not in a hurry to escape, he went straight to the sewage drain and squatted down, poured out more than half of the alcohol in the jar, and then filled the altar with mountain spring water in the storage tank next to it.

Yuan Tao's heart was about to explode at the sight of it!

Even a hundred steps away, he can still smell the smell of alcohol in the wind, this bastard, how can he spoil things so much!

Drinking has to be mixed with water, how can there be such a reason in the world!

The hard-covered man rushed forward in a few steps, and snatched the rough pottery altar from Twelve Lang's hands.Seeing that there was a jar full of water in it, I was so angry that my head was about to burst.

Without even thinking about it, he lifted the jar and took two gulps.

The entrance is slightly cool, which is the familiar spring water temperature.But in the next moment, the mouthful of coolness turned into a ball of flames, burning between the lips and teeth, like a whirlwind that half-swept the taste buds, making people instinctively want to swallow down their throats.

If you really swallow it, you will be hooked.

Yuan Tao only felt that he swallowed a ball of fire dragon, all the way down his throat, turning and galloping in his stomach.Soon, the heat of the flame spread to the whole body.

Irresistible, and I don't want to resist, like a raging wildfire on the grassland, I can only let it continue to spread and engulf everything; it's like riding a horse to the top of a mountain, overlooking the vast and magnificent plains.

Immediately, a surge of pride and ambition burned in his chest, and he could hardly restrain it. The middle-aged man who had passed the age raised his head to the sky and screamed.

"Fuck - it's so fucking cool!"

As he spoke, he gulped down two more gulps, sighed a long time, his face was flushed, and drunkenness was already in his eyes.

The people behind were two steps too late, they didn't grab the first sip of water and wine, and they didn't treat him politely at this moment, they grabbed the jar and drank it in turn.

At this time, it doesn't matter who is the guardian and who is the military guard. There is no rank in the world of drunkards, whoever grabs it counts!

Soon, several loud voices resounded through the Dadu Protectorate again, ghosts crying and wolves howling, with a different accent, and the birds flew away in fright, and they all avoided this place of right and wrong.

At first, the steward of the mansion thought something serious happened, so he hurried over to check the situation.When he saw a few people scrambling for drinks, he also retreated in a sensible way, not daring to disturb.

After all, these old men are all famous drunkards in the frontier army, and they can't live without alcohol when they come to the mansion for meals every day.

It's just that this time the wine was brought by someone, but it was so strong that it smelled a little sweet.

Drinkers, you take a sip, I take a sip, and soon a jar of alcohol mixed with water will bottom out.

To tell the truth, even though Twelve Lang has mixed a lot of mountain spring water, the alcohol concentration is still far higher than that of ordinary wine in Yechao.

But this unexpectedly met the iron-blooded general's intentions.This wine is spicy, but it doesn't have any effeminate taste.One sip is clean and neat, never sloppy, and the half-life passion is burned, which completely stimulates the aggression and aggressiveness in the male instinct.

Several people wished they could raise their sabers and mount their horses right now, and fight Hu Qi for [-] rounds to express their heroism.

"This wine...wine, I...I want it all!"

Yuan Tao, who was the first to go up, slapped the thigh of the person next to him, his face was as red as a monkey's butt, and he stammered.

Fang Zhengde staggered when he slapped him, almost sat on the ground, staggered to stabilize his figure, and spat at him.

"Bah! What a beautiful idea, why...why do you want it! Old... I want it too!"

The leader of the guards at the side had tears in his eyes, and he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

"If I had such a thing back then, Hu Qi in the grassland would be considered a bird, and I would be able to push it directly to the royal court of the barbarians!"

As soon as these words came out, Chief Protector Feng was immediately unhappy.

"You push it to Wang Ting, so why do I push it?"

"When I rode thousands of miles alone, I almost touched Mo Zhihai, and you peed your pants behind!"

As he talked, he became angry, and several people fought into a ball, breaking the wine jar.

Twelve Lang was squatting in the corner with a cold expression on his face, watching his uncle and his father go crazy with alcohol.

Hmph, whoever is talking about cowards, didn't they all drink up!

Luckily, he had mixed a jar of water, otherwise, it would have become the biggest joke in Ding'an City if it was spoken out with this amount of alcohol!

Looking at the chaotic scene that had turned into a group fight, the young boy curled his lips and suddenly felt a headache.

How is he going to explain to Brother Xiao Fei that his surname is Lu and he has not even seen a shadow, and his own father put himself on the ground because of his greedy mouth? !

Alas, I'm going to lose my face!