On the dinner table.

Zhong Hou couldn't help but ask while picking up vegetables: "Who is that old man in a robe just now, he looks very powerful." ”

Fang Ting smiled slightly, knowing that Zhong Hou would ask, looking at his appearance, it was estimated that he endured it for a long time before asking.

"His name is Gao Weng, and he lives in a village in the back, and he has been here for twenty years. Fang Ting recalled for a moment and said affirmatively: "It's twenty years." I remember when I was four or five years old, he came to me for acupuncture. I don't know anything else, anyway, he is very good at using needles, and many people have something wrong with their bodies, and the first choice is not to go to the hospital, but to ask him to come to the needle. He's a legend in our area. ”

"Gao Weng. Zhong Hou chewed the name twice on his lips, thoughtfully, "Then does he have any special hobbies?"

I don't know about this, but rumor has it that he likes to eat meat, drink wine, and search for books on acupuncture. ”

"I see. Zhong Hou made up his mind, smiled at Fang Ting, and began to bury his head in eating.

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Also in the evening, the countryside is very different from the city. The evening in the city is crowded, noisy, and irritable, full of people returning from work, walking indifferently on the road or looking out in the car just as indifferently. In the countryside, the evening is peaceful and quiet, with smoke rising from the cooking, and occasionally a few children chasing and playing, and perhaps in a small alley, a few idlers sitting around and bragging.

When Zhong Hou came to Gao Weng's house with the food he bought and followed the direction pointed out by Fang Ting, Gao Weng was cooking. When Zhong Hou walked to the door of Gao Weng's kitchen, Gao Weng was sending a handful of firewood to the stove, and the raging flames in the stove leaked out, making Gao Weng's cheeks red.

Suddenly feeling that the light seemed to dim, Gao Weng's eyes moved away from the stove, he glanced at Zhong Hou, and asked in a deep voice, "Is there something?"

Zhong Hou hurriedly showed his signature honest smile: "It's okay, it's just entrusted by my second aunt to send you a little wine and meat." Saying that, Zhong Hou showed the bag in his hand, which contained pig's head meat, pig's ears, cooked beef, and some cold dishes such as peanuts and yuba.

Gao Weng nodded, his face was happy, he hadn't drunk or eaten meat for a week. He did not farm the land, but only practiced medicine and treatment in the surrounding area, and the fees were never high, and he barely had enough food and clothing, so how could he have any spare money to eat meat and drink wine? Only occasionally when the sick family brought some wine and food, could he make a tooth sacrifice at that time.

With the wine and food, Gao Weng didn't care about the rice in the pot, took a bowl directly, nodded at Zhong Hou, snatched the bag and the bottle of wine from Zhong Hou with a means of almost grabbing, and went to the big house to eat and drink happily.

Zhong Hou was dumbfounded, damn it, there are still such people, they don't greet me?

Fortunately, our Zhong Hou is also a generation of geniuses, and he thought to himself, "If you don't greet me, won't I do it myself?" He washed the dishes and chopsticks, and went to the big house to sit down. Gao Weng was eating happily, and suddenly Zhong Hou also brought the dishes and chopsticks over, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, so he ignored him and continued to eat and drink, but as if he was afraid that someone would grab food, the frequency of getting down the chopsticks and serving wine glasses was obviously higher. Zhong Hou was not to be outdone, and immediately moved the chopsticks like flying, and served the bowl quickly. In the end, the two of them used all the methods of acupuncture, and the scene was extremely spectacular and dazzling for a while.

Full of wine and food, Zhong Hou touched his stomach contentedly, and was about to say something, but saw Gao Weng's head tilted, and he had fallen asleep drunk. Zhong Hou was so helpless that he had to leave first, and before leaving, he had to help Gao Weng close the kitchen and the door of the big house. Grandma's, Zhong Hou felt a little sorry for himself, what is this?

In the evening of the next day, Zhong Hou brought some wine and food as usual, and Gao Weng was not surprised to see Zhong Hou, so he directly grabbed the bag containing food and went to the big house. Zhong Hou followed, and when he saw the table, he couldn't help but burst into tears, this old guy finally found out with his conscience, and there were two pairs of dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Eat, eat is a tornado, you get off the chopsticks and I move, there are stunts here, and there are big moves over there.

Drink, drink is in full swing, you bring a cup to me to drink all the wine, you only drink one or two, I have drunk two cups.

The two of them were like masters of the rivers and lakes, they fought very fiercely, and finally the wine and food were swept away, Zhong Hou was about to say something, but Gao Weng was drunk again, lying on the table and falling asleep. Damn, Zhong Hou rolled his eyes, this time he was afraid that Gao Weng would get drunk again, so he deliberately reduced his eating of meat and vegetables, and strengthened his actions on wine, it stands to reason that Gao Weng drank less than yesterday, and he shouldn't be drunk. But the facts were in front of him, Zhong Hou had to believe it, and he had to go back again.

When Zhong Hou came with the wine and food for the third time, Gao Weng sat at the door with a small stool, like a poor child waiting for candy to eat, Zhong Hou appeared, and immediately jumped up, took Zhong Hou's wine and food away, and began to satisfy his appetite. However, when he saw the wine bottle that Zhong Hou brought this time, his brows were slightly furrowed, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This time, Zhong Hou deliberately reduced the amount of wine for fear that Gao Weng would get drunk, which was only about half of the previous time.

Everything is repeating itself, staggered, swords, and the two sides are competing. The direction of Zhong Hou's attack this time was mainly on wine, and he thought hatefully in his heart, this time I brought less wine, and I drank more, I don't believe you are still drunk.

Sometimes you put in the effort, but you don't necessarily get the results you want, life is like this, you don't necessarily get it if you work hard, but you won't get it if you don't work hard. The wine and food were swept away, Zhong Hou wanted to cry without tears, without him, Gao Weng was drunk again.

Could it be pretending to be drunk? Zhong Hou was a little puzzled, there should be this possibility, this old man may have already known his intention, so he pretended to be drunk to avoid it. But after a closer look at the old man, he found that he was very drunk, and there was no trace of pretense at all.

Zhong Hou was a little depressed, a long needle was taken in his hand, and he hesitated. To stab, or not to stab?

There are many acupuncture points in the human body, each with its own effect, one of which is an anti-hangover, Zhong Hou thought about it, and finally made up his mind and stabbed it.

A needle, slowly but surely, stabbed down.

The old man who was sleeping on the table just now suddenly stood aside, with a cold look in his eyes, and a trace of an inexplicable smile, he looked at Zhong Hou, and said word by word: "Boy, can you finally not help it?"