"Third uncle, how much do you say Haoran can drink?" Biao Lei's father Biao Shan, came to the old man Biao and asked.

"Boy Chen?" Old Man Biao looked at Chen Haoran with a smile and said, "Those who have been soldiers have at least seven or eight taels of alcohol, this Chen boy, I estimate that there is at least a pound of alcohol." ”

"That's good, if you get drunk at the door of our village, it won't look good." Biaoshan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha, he's going to get down." Old Man Biao said with a smile.

"What? Third uncle, you won't ......" Biao Shan looked at the horn cups in the hands of the Dong girls, and his eyes widened.

"You bastard, your third uncle and I, are you that kind of person?" Old Man Biao glared at Biao Shan.

"That's good, that's good." Biao Shan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but who would have thought, and then he was choked half to death by the words of Old Man Biao.

"Two halves of the horn cup, how can it show the enthusiasm of our Biaojiazhai, I used our village, three and two halves of the Ox King Horn Cup, you see that I am good to Chen Xiaozi, our Biaojia Zhai's Ox King Horn Cup, not everyone can use it!" Old man Biao said proudly.

"What?" Biao Shan's face immediately turned yellow, "Three and a half? These six cups go down, but it's more than two catties! ”

"Don't worry, I spoke, using the strongest wine in our village. Spirits with warriors, just right. The more Mr. Biao spoke, the more proud he became.

"Hey, my third uncle, are you still using spirits? Who can make six cups in a row! Biaoshan was so anxious that he stomped his feet.

The faces of the other people standing nearby also changed, and they looked at Chen Haoran's eyes, full of pity.

Mr. Biao, 89 this year, it can be said that he is the oldest in the vicinity.

On weekdays, it has a unique weight in Shili Bazhai.

But there is one thing that makes people speechless, this old man is just an old child, thinking of one out is another, regardless of the consequences.

People, Chen Haoran is the benefactor of Biaojiazhai, and now let the benefactor go out of trouble, spread out, and their Biaojiazhai face is not bright.

Originally, they were still thinking about how to persuade Old Man Biao, or help Chen Haoran to relieve the siege, but then, Old Man Biao's words made everyone silent.

"Why not? Six years ago, Xiao Fengzi drank six cups in a row at the bullfighting festival. Chen Xiaozi is the captain of Xiao Fengzi, and he can only be stronger than him! Otherwise, why would he be the captain of Xiao Fengzi? Old man Biao put his cane on the ground and slammed it.

When it came to Xiao Fengzi, everyone sighed.

Biaofeng, that is, the little wind in the mouth of the old man, it was also the best guy back then.

Singing, dancing, bullfighting, drawing a bow and archery, crescent bell, no one in Shili Bazhai is Xiaofengzi's opponent, before liberation, that is the first hero in Shili Bazhai.

Even if the standard wind is gone, it has been gone for more than half a year.

But when it comes to the standard wind, all of them are still thumbs up.

In their eyes, Biaofeng is the best guy.

Even if they enter the army, in their eyes, the standard style is still the best, the kind that no one can surpass.

Even, if anyone said that the standard style was not good, there were many young men who immediately jumped out to compare and compare.

However, half a year ago, the news brought by Chen Haoran made many people fall into grief, and even many girls cried with red eyes.

For a while, no one thought about why Chen Haoran could be the captain of the standard.

Until today, this sentence was said by Mr. Biao, and everyone felt a lot of strength in their hearts.

Although Chen Haoran is now the benefactor of their Biaojiazhai, respect is respect, but this does not mean that they are convinced!

"Grandpa Sanzu is right, it's not as good as Brother Fengzi, why should you be Brother Fengzi's captain?" A few young men who had just rushed back to the village also said unconvinced.

And Chen Haoran, who was standing in front of the six Dong girls, looked at the big horn cup and smiled bitterly.

"Why, don't you dare?" The big-eyed girl who hit the head raised her chin and said very unconvinced: "At the beginning, Brother Fengzi didn't drink six cups in a row, if you can't compare to Brother Fengzi, why should you be Brother Fengzi's captain?" ”

"Uh......" Chen Haoran looked at the big-eyed girl with a look of astonishment, and really couldn't understand why there was such a show, "It's not that I don't dare, but it's a little surprised." ”

"Then drink?" The big-eyed girl handed the horn cup in her hand forward, "If you don't even pour six cups, you will be our standard family village, the most distinguished guest in the future, the whole ten miles and eight villages, wherever you go, you will receive the most grand reception." ”

Chen Haoran turned his head and looked at him, Old Man Biao, and Uncle Biao Shan who also looked at him stubbornly.

Suddenly, he understood.

It's not that you have an opinion about him, and it's not just that you're not convinced.

Rather, they are not convinced by the military and have opinions.

They sent the best guys from the stockade to the army to serve the country.

Even if they die on the battlefield and die in a foreign land, they have no opinion.

But it was obviously killed in battle, but there was no explanation, not even a martyr.

Even though some time ago, the National First-Class Hero Model Medal was reissued, but this thorn still exists.

Chen Haoran turned his head and looked at the big-eyed girl, from that stubborn eye, he saw sadness and nostalgia, at this moment, a picture of the past crossed Chen Haoran's mind.

Biao Feng was holding a photo of a Dong girl with a sweet smile on her face, which was one of the smiles they rarely saw.

Isn't the big-eyed girl in front of you the person in the photo?

Chen Haoran's eyes were hot, his lips trembled slightly, and he roared out two words: "I'll drink!" ”

Chen Haoran said, leaning down and opening his mouth.

The big-eyed girl tilted the horn cup and poured the wine into Chen Haoran's mouth.

Horn King Cup, three halves, not spilled wine.

"Good!"

Wine depends on character, drinking so happily, but also happy and open-minded people.

Just with these three or two halves of wine, there is no wine left, and the face is not red and breathless, so they are worthy of their word 'good'.

However, not many people think that Chen Haoran can compare to Xiao Fengzi.

Chen Haoran returned the horn quilt to the big-eyed girl, and then took the horn cup in the hand of the second Dong girl, and dried it up again.

"Good!" This time, there were a few more people applauding.

It's not as good as a little madman, but it's not bad to be able to drink so happily.

The third cup, the old man, nodded approvingly.

Three cups, more than a pound, more than many people.

The fourth cup, Biaoshan couldn't help but applaud.

The fifth cup, the big-eyed girl, looked at Chen Haoran and was a little stunned, as if, from Chen Haoran, she saw the shadow that haunted her in her dreams.

And the others, their faces changed, so much wine, let them drink it, I'm afraid, many people will lie down on the spot.

But Chen Haoran is still standing there steadily!

At this moment, everyone looked at the horn cup in the sixth girl's hand, not knowing if Chen Haoran could drink it.

[Author's digression]: Today's three watches, the first one