I forgot what I saw on some website, showing a woman walking down the street with a twisted face and a slipper, holding a piece of sugar cane more than a meter long and stuffing it into her mouth as if she were carrying an iron bar......

Naturally, there is also text next to it to explain this photo - eating sugar cane on the street, it is to eat murderous!

When I looked at this picture, I suddenly remembered that when the Buddha led our ten brothers towards the off-road vehicle, did the brothers also have such a fierce look on their faces?

When the two off-road vehicles rushed towards the office of the so-and-so department, the brothers did not speak, but they were grinding their teeth like wolves.

On the contrary, the elder brother of the Tibetan volunteer who drove the car seemed to have already understood the intention of the seat, and said to us without looking back, boys, there is a bag of things in the back seat, you hurry up and eat that thing, and there is nothing left!

Well?

I turned my head to see that there was a bulging marching bag in the back seat. When I opened it, I saw that the bag was full of ghee slots and some snacks made of barley noodles.

The old volunteer brother who drove still didn't look back, and while driving, he said that you guys are so lucky. My daughter-in-law just came from Lhasa to visit relatives and brought me some ghee slots and barley noodles and dim sum, but they were all cheaper than your gang.

Hurry up and eat it, especially the ghee slots, and not a single one is left. After eating this, the stomach and intestines are protected, and even a few catties of liquor will not hurt the stomach if you pour it in one go.

Usually you boys are all good at their work, and you can't be cowardly today, you have to give the Buddha a majestic drink!

The brothers stuffed ghee slot barley noodles into their mouths, and swallowed them almost without tasting any taste. Then a warm feeling rose in the stomach, making people feel indescribably comfortable.

It was from that time that I fell in love with ghee slot barley noodles. Later, when I had the opportunity to work in Tibetan areas, I would take a moment to drink a bowl of butter tea in the streets wafting with music and the smell of ghee, and burp vigorously in that warm feeling......

After eating those snacks, the off-road vehicle also arrived outside the gate of that such and such department. I watched as Cenza's obviously fat body jumped out of the car with the head, and walked straight towards the door, regardless of the smiling people at the door who stretched out their hands to shake hands.

I think that when the ten of us brothers walked in in two teams, the smell of fierceness on our bodies was enough to startle those embarrassed fellows again.

It's the first time I've seen the usual smiling Samza showing his fierce side, and I also know how the men in the land of Jingchu have the majesty of shaking the world.

In ancient times, in the land of Jingchu, men with weak crowns and swords, and where the wind of Sanqin rises, there will be swords and soldiers to kill!

Hubei gentlemen usually have good tempers, but if they lose their temper......

I watched as the staff threw his hat at the civil servant next to him, slapped his thick slap on the table, and then shouted violently - bring Lao Tzu's fake Moutai!

I watched as the thin guy shuddered at the sound of the seat, and then ten strong men poured out of the back room.

In terms of height, I am not small, but compared to those ten strong men, I am obviously a head shorter.

In terms of body, the brothers usually practice diligently, and they are full of tendon flesh all over their bodies, but the muscles on those strong men are actually coiled, and the whole thing is the operation of a devil terminator.

The only thing that is the same is probably the unruly and provocative eyes that obviously flashed on each other's faces, right?

And the wine was served!

I estimate that this type of civil-military co-construction is something that most brothers who have served in the military or have drunk with soldiers have never seen.

On a long table, there was nothing but wine. Across the long table, ten people on both sides held the same large tea jar, and poured wine into their throats one by one.

On the contrary, in the days after I retired, I really saw such scenes in those movies like Bewitched Boys......

Moutai is a good wine, and the brothers are no strangers to the taste of Moutai.

Before going out to choke to death, as usual, there was a bowl of wine for the brothers. With the hot blood that was burned by the high-grade Moutai, the brothers shouted all the way, and they always beat each other to the ground.

But it was like drinking water and pouring wine into his throat, and the brothers were holding back an evil fire in their chests, so the taste of Moutai became strange.

Fortunately, the old Tibetan volunteer brother told us to eat a lot of ghee slots first, otherwise the stomach would not only be overturned, it is estimated that I can't drink a few bottles and go down to a fountain on the spot.

But the stomach can temporarily accept so much wine, but the throat is really unbearable. From the second bottle I drank, every sip of wine I swallowed, my throat felt like I had been pulled by a knife, and it hurt at all.

I took the opportunity to pour the wine and quietly looked at the ten strong men opposite.

It can be seen that the other party has also been prepared. It is estimated that these ten strong men are carefully selected from that certain department, and they are usually tested on the wine table. Seeing that there were two or three bottles of spirits going down, but those strong men really didn't have any drunkenness on their faces?

If you continue to drink like this, it is estimated that the brothers will be mysterious......

I guess I was the Hunan barbarian's personality at that time!

The brothers go out to fight people, and they always work with their heads pinned to their belts, when did they take their lives as a matter of care?

The old men have all rushed over, isn't it just a few sips of wine? Can we still lose to these bastards?

This is what Jiang Kuan's giant grandson's guy said later, I just flattened the large tea jar, and rushed to the other party's strongest guy with a bottle of wine, and directly forced the other party to take the bottle and pinch me.

After two bottles of wine in a row, my throat no longer felt at all, but I felt as if the whole person was about to catch fire, and my eyes were jumping and aching.

And the strong man on the other side is estimated to be a master who can drink a few sips, but he shouldn't have poured it like he was desperate? The second bottle of liquor had just been halfway down, and the strong man choked on a mouthful of blood into the wine bottle, dyeing the remaining half of the bottle of liquor a brilliant red.

As the saying goes, the power of example is endless!

As soon as the brothers saw that my trick worked, they immediately followed suit, and one by one they rushed over with red eyes, and began to pinch each other with wine bottles......

I vaguely remember that the people around me were paralyzed one by one. There are those strong men on the other side, and there are also my brothers.

I still remember that our attendees were always undrunk, or even not seated at all.

The senza is like a Buddha statue with suppressed power, standing beside us with a blue face. It's just that every time one of our brothers collapses, the muscles in Senza's face twitch violently.

In my last impression, when I and the only three remaining brothers walked out of the gate of the so-and-so department, they had already stopped in the ambulance at the door, and it was Xia Le and Yuan Tong who rushed over to help me and sat in the ambulance with me.

There are also a lot of brothers who silently carried the Moutai that originally belonged to us to the truck.

And my counselor, standing at the door of that so-and-so department, scolded ...... in standard Hubei dialect.

If the fuck doesn't wear this vest, I'll burn your shitty .......