Chapter 75

  "How... did you end up here?" Su Qing's voice dropped unconsciously.

  Cheng Dairen stood in front of Su Qing with his hands behind his back, wearing a long shirt: "Miss Su has something to say, how could I not come? Not to mention the small Luoye City, even if it were a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, I would have come."

  Su Ying lowered her head, her gaze falling on the coffin, and slowly said: "A living person sleeping in a coffin is unlucky."

  "Get it together." Cheng Dalai waved his hand: "Don't put the coffin in the courtyard, it's unlucky for people."

  Everyone started bustling about, carrying out jar after jar of wine. As everyone was busy, Cheng Dairen was led into the main hall of the house.

  A foul smell wafted from outside the courtyard, Su Qing smiled wryly: "Since that day, they've been blocking the door with a dung cart, we can't do anything about it, so we just keep the door closed."

  Cheng Dalai pinched his nose and waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, let him put on airs for two days, and when the time comes, old and new accounts will be settled together."

  "With just a few people you brought with you, I'm afraid they're no match for Du Mao." Su Qing paused slightly, her eyes filled with anticipation: "Can you defeat Du Mao?"

  Cheng Dali was a bit embarrassed, and the rumors outside had misled Su Qing into misunderstanding Cheng Dali's abilities. She probably really thought that Cheng Dali knew some kind of powerful magic, like the Five Thunder Law or something. But in reality, standing in front of Du Mao, Cheng Dali was almost useless.

  "Miss Su, don't worry, I have a clever plan."

  Su Ying wanted to ask again, but suddenly found that Cheng Dairen's face was hanging with a sly smile.

  ……

  In the autumn evening, the sky is high and the air is refreshing, the sun sets on people's bodies lazily.

  The leaves of the big locust tree have almost all fallen off and are drifting into the courtyard with the wind, where a savory smell is wafting from inside.

  A group of big men sat together, with a stove in the middle, and several people were eating meat. The black dog was skinned, bled, cut into large pieces, added with Sichuan pepper, ginger, and cinnamomum camphora, and cooked together in a pot. The meat pieces at the bottom of the pot rolled over with the boiling soup. The flavor entered through the nose, reached the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of the feet, and rose to the Tianlinggai acupoint on the top of the head, making the whole body feel refreshed and invigorated.

  Du Mao sat in the middle, bowl after wine dry, under his feet rolling several wine barrels, has been drinking for unknown number.

  "Big brother is wealthy, drinking so much won't be a problem." said a small fellow.

  "Hah, you don't know this, big brother. With one bowl of wine, I have a bit of strength; with two bowls, I have twice the strength. When I get drunk, that's when I have ten times the strength. Back then, if it weren't for good wine to boost my spirits, I wouldn't have been able to beat the tiger so effortlessly."

  A burst of sarcastic laughter seemed to mock the little guy's ignorance. The little guy's face turned red, and he lowered his head to take a sip of wine.

  "Selling wine, good wine..."

  At this moment, two shouts came from outside the hospital. Du Mao frowned: "Who is making noise here, disturbing our brothers' interest? Scar, go out and take a look."

  The wine had been drunk halfway, and the scar-faced man stood up straight, his face's scars as red as if they were soaked in blood.

  "I'll go take a look, who is so blind!"

  He pushed open the door and saw a hundred paces away from the entrance, at a bend in the road, a crowd of people surrounding something, and the noise was coming from that direction.

  In the middle of the crowd was a pushcart, on top of which sat a large wooden barrel. The two wine sellers were a young man and an old man who looked like they could be father and son.

  As the scar-faced man walked by, the old man was jostling with a camel.

  "A bowl of wine for 100 coins? Where is it so expensive? You this swindler want to cheat me?" the camel driver said.

  "You're not being reasonable, we already agreed on the price, one bowl of wine for 100 coins, and if you can drink ten bowls, it's free. You can't even do that, clearly you're trying to cheat me." The old man said with a bitter face.

  "What's wrong with you? I don't even spend money when I go into town and stay in an inn. What's the big deal about drinking a bowl of wine?"

  "Gentlemen, let's be reasonable. We're just a small business, and I'm the only one supporting my whole family by selling wine. This person is obviously being unreasonable."

  Camel's face turned bright red, and he didn't know if he was drunk or what. He raised his fist: "Dare to talk nonsense again, be careful that I'll punch you to see King Yan."

  Suddenly a hand grasped his wrist from behind, the camel turned its head, struggled twice, and felt that its wrist was pinched like a mountain bear.

  As Scar walked over, he roughly understood what was going on. There were several wine bowls on the carriage, and a few men around him looked drunk.

  But this camel obviously didn't drink ten bowls and wanted to welch on the bill.

  The scar-faced man glanced at the camel, but only looked for a moment before turning away in disgust. The camel was wearing a coarse linen shirt and had a large hump on its back, a messy yellow beard under its chin, a band-aid on its temple, and a face full of acne.

  It's really not easy for people to grow up like this.

  The scar-faced man pushed the camel aside with one hand, almost knocking it to the ground.

  "If you're a real man, then own up to it. If you really have the skills, then drink down these ten bowls of wine. If you can't drink them down, then pay up."

  The camel was pushed and stumbled, rubbing his red wrist, saying: "You are the one who dares to interfere with others' business, if you have the ability, drink ten bowls in a row."

  This camel doesn't know where it came from, I've never seen it before. Indeed, if I had seen such an ugly one before, I would have remembered it. It's so ugly, I don't know how its parents gave birth to it. Compared to it, I am handsome and majestic.

  "Come on, pour me a bowl of wine!" Scar.

  The old man scooped out a bowl of wine from the wine barrel and handed it to the scar-faced man, thanking him with tears in his eyes: "Thank you, kind sir, this bowl of wine is on me."

  "What's wrong with you? I don't have money to give you. Today I'm going to drink ten bowls and also pay for ten bowls."

  Scar's cup was raised, and with a gulp, he downed the wine in one go. As soon as it entered his mouth, he knew something was off - this wine didn't taste like wine at all, but rather like drinking fire. His throat felt scorching hot, and his limbs felt like they were on fire.

  After finishing a bowl of wine, he felt his eyes were blurry, his body was swaying, and the wine bowl in his hand almost fell to the ground.

  "Haha, he's scared, everyone sees it, he's also scared." The camel shouted loudly.

  A scar on his forehead, evil rising from the edge of his gallbladder. If it weren't for so many people watching, he would have given this camel a refreshing cut long ago, clearing out this rotten goods for humanity.

  "This good fellow, if you can't drink then forget it, this wine of mine is quite strong."

  "What's impossible? You're the one who can't do it, I'm perfectly capable."

  That's what he said, but the scar knew he had already been choked enough. But that camel was laughing and teasing him nonstop on the side.

  "Old man, I'll take you to a place where there are people who can drink ten big bowls of wine with you. I don't know if you dare to go." As he spoke, the scar-faced man pointed to the courtyard behind the large Chinese scholar tree.

  Everyone knows who lives where, and there are already timid people scattered among the crowd who dare not provoke those who live there.

  The old man was also afraid and said: "Good fellow, we are small business..."

  "Don't worry, you won't lose a single cent."

  "Can't you let these people go together? Otherwise, I, an old man, dare not go."

  "Alright! Let me show you what a real good man is like."

  Diao Cicada said a sentence, seeing that the camel wanted to escape, he grabbed him and pulled him over: "You can't go, damn it."