Chapter 76

  The gate opened and a crowd of people rushed in. Du Mao was drinking under the tree, slightly furrowing his brow.

  "Scar, you're just going to chase them away, what's the point of catching them all?"

  The scar-faced man took a step forward and said, "Big brother, these two are wine sellers. Their wine is one hundred coins per bowl, but if you can drink ten bowls in a row, it's free."

  Du Mao glanced at the old man and the young man, both of whose faces looked very awkward. He smiled slightly: "This is quite interesting, what kind of good wine dares to boast such a mouth."

  A burst of laughter echoed through the courtyard.

  "Scar, judging from your appearance, you've also had a drink, how come you didn't hold on?" someone asked.

  Scarface's face turned red: "What are you talking about? I just ran into some good wine and wanted to let my brother try it. This kind of wine can't get me drunk."

  "Ha, you little brat, stop bragging! Everyone knows your drinking capacity, if you can't handle it just say so."

  Someone jumped out and patted his chest, saying: "Let me try."

  This man looks like a big black bear, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his chin is covered in messy whiskers.

  "This wine is nothing, and you're even scared of this?" The man held up his cup, not forgetting to mock the scar-faced man with a laugh, and then downed the wine in one gulp.

  A surge of spicy flavor rose up, to be honest, the taste of this wine is not good, but after drinking it into the belly, it's like a stormy sea. Just one bowl of wine down, his eyes were blurred, his head was dizzy, and his body began to sway.

  "What's wrong with you? Can't even handle three big bowls of wine?" Scar hastily ridiculed, and shot a glance at the old man, warning him not to expose his own weakness.

  "Who says I'm not good at it? I just ate too much earlier and was stuffed." Big Black Bear said, holding up his bowl and stretching out: "Another bowl, please."

  By the time he had drunk his third bowl, he was unable to continue, his body swaying back and forth as he vomited nonstop.

  "This wine is really strong!"

  Someone couldn't help but say that this big man's capacity for liquor was something they were familiar with, normally drinking like water, so how did three bowls of wine knock him out today?

  "Come on, give me one too!"

  Several people jumped out and handed the bowl to the old man's face.

  "Gentlemen, we're just small-time traders. Consider the few bowls of wine earlier as our gift to you, don't ask for money, and please let us go." The old man said.

  "What's the fear, thinking we can't afford it?" Du Mao took out a silver ingot and placed it on the table: "Today, regardless of whether anyone can drink ten bowls of wine or not, this silver is yours."

  Everyone's spirits lifted at this.

  "I've never gotten drunk in my life, today I'll drink ten bowls to show the folks back home."

  "Come on, old man, fill up the bowl for me. If you scoop out a little less, I'll take your head."

  They say so, but in the end, the people in the yard took turns drinking, and not to mention ten bowls, there were only a few who could drink more than three bowls. They all fell to the ground dazed and confused, some vomiting and others lying down.

  "Big brother, we're done for."

  "This wine is really strong, I've never had anything like it before."

  In this era, most of the wine is brewed, such as yellow rice wine and fruit wine. Let's not talk about the taste, the degree is definitely not going up, it can only reach a dozen or so degrees at best. It's roughly equivalent to Cheng Daren's beer in his previous life, otherwise how could there be so many Jianghu heroes drinking wine by the catty.

  If it's a beer-like degree, just let it spit out and replace it with a big thunderbolt that can drink several kilograms.

  While the frog village followed Cheng Dairen's idea to make distilled liquor, it wasn't a technical problem, and they gradually figured it out. This kind of liquor was actually hard to drink, but it had one advantage - it was strong enough. Cheng Dairen tasted it and estimated it to be around 40 degrees or so.

  Nowadays, the capacity of a bowl is also larger, and one bowl of wine is about 7 or 8 liang. A fierce man who can drink ten bowls in a row, Cheng Dalai has never seen before.

  Besides, people who are used to drinking beer can't drink baijiu.

  Everyone's eyes were on Du Mao as he lay drunk in the courtyard.

  "Fill my cup with wine." Du Mao sat there motionless.

  "Big brother is generous, let them have a taste."

  The old man filled his wine and kindly advised: "Good fellow, this wine is a bit strong, be careful."

  "What nonsense! My big brother can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Back then, he defeated the tiger with the help of strong wine to boost his morale. Do you think these wines can still knock my big brother down?" Scar only drank one bowl of wine and is still spirited now.

  "Hey... San Ye Cun Fu doesn't understand anything, why are you yelling at him?"

  Du Mou pushed Scar with his hand and stopped him from continuing, then drank up the wine in the bowl.

  As soon as the wine entered his belly, it felt like a knife scraping against his throat. Du Mao immediately knew he was in trouble and that today would be a day of humiliation.

  "Hurry up and fill my brother's cup to the brim, he's just getting started with his drinking spree."

  Du Mao glared fiercely at Pockmark, who hastily nodded, with an expression that said "I understand you".

  Before he came back to himself, the wine bowl in front of him was already full. Du Mao took a deep breath and drank it all down like an old ox drinking water.

  Du Mu-Lian drank three bowls and was already stuffed. He was originally sitting, but now had to stand up, using his hand to lean against a large tree.

  "Good fellow, if you can't drink it, then don't. I won't dare take your money today."

  "Come, fill it up."

  Three bowls of wine entered his belly, and Du Mao also became muddled. The old man's words happened to stir up the heroic spirit in his heart.

  Another full bowl of wine, not a single drop left in the cup.

  The crowd cheered in unison, and from then on, every time Du Mao drank a bowl of wine, the crowd would cheer, until finally Du Mao had drunk seven large bowls of wine.

  Even the old man couldn't help but praise him in his heart, this person is indeed a good fellow, thinking of our master who got drunk with just one bowl of wine.

  "Good fellow, would you like another drink?" asked the old man.

  "Full... full..."

  "I advise you not to drink anymore, you don't usually burn incense or worship Buddha, if you drink too much, it's easy to run into ghosts at midnight."

  "Down......" Du Mao suddenly felt a chill, and he abruptly lifted his head. He saw that the old man was staring at him with an unblinking gaze, his face no longer showing even a hint of respect or warmth, his eyes gleaming with a fierce and menacing light like a tiger's.

  "You... you all are..."

  "Get moving!"

  The old man suddenly smashed the wine bowl in his hand to the ground, accompanied by a loud crash. The young man next to the cart jumped onto the cart and scooped out several steel knives from the wine barrel, throwing them to seven or eight idle onlookers who had gathered around.

  These idle men each raised their heads, with murderous intentions revealed on their faces.

  There are neighbors near Du Mao who don't understand what's going on and are now stunned.

  Scar's eyes widened in astonishment as he saw the ugly camel suddenly stand up straight and catch the flying steel knife.

  "You are..."

  "Turtles doing things, unrelated people get out of the way."

  The shadow of the tree of life, the notorious name of Hamao Village is not weaker than that of Du Mao. As soon as they heard that the evil bandits from Hamao Village had arrived, the crowd was in a panic, and some people were so frightened that they fell to the ground, with yellow and white things flowing out from under them.

  Du Mao kicked the table over with one foot, cups and bowls flying everywhere. He held up his two big fists in front of him and let out a thunderous roar.

  "Come!"