Li Mao quietly asked Wang Shiwei what was going on, and the shopkeeper Wang said with a sad face: "It is said that I went to talk to Jiyin County about the land of the military town, and I was pushed back, and I was angry, so I came here, and you said that I recruited someone to provoke whom." Alas, what a bad luck. ”

I just said this, and suddenly heard a "bang" sound, but I saw a uniformed general standing up, pointing at Zhang Ye's face and scolding: "When you can use us, you will be the old man, and if you don't need it, you will kick it away, how many bandits have we helped you Caozhou over the years, how much blood has been shed, and how many brothers have died in this bird place?" Now I ask you for a piece of land to build a city and set up camp, and you will push back and block, and you ****** what kind of stuff it is! ”

After the general finished scolding, he overturned a table, and the cups and saucers were shattered to the ground.

Zhang Ye forced his composure and said with a smile: "General Shang is angry, I didn't mean this, this ...... He...... Well, there's something to discuss. It's not good for your own brothers to shout and kill. An officer in regular uniform sneered: "Who dares to call you brothers, we can't climb high." The crowd chimed in.

Zhang Ye's face was flushed with embarrassment, and he said, "General Yin's words are serious, serious. A sturdy general suddenly rushed up, tilted his head and stared at Zhang Ye's face, and said with a grin: "Since Zhang Senjun doesn't dislike being our brother, please ask Brother Zhang to appreciate his face and accompany us to Jiyin County to find Chen Mingfu to handle the land matter." Zhang Ye waved his hands and said: "Huang Dutou don't make fun of Zhang, Zhang's position is low, how can he be the master of Chen Ming's Mansion." ”

Everyone burst into laughter, and the bluffing Zhang Ye's heart was pounding, and he couldn't wipe off the hot sweat on his head.

A black-faced and bearded officer slammed the red lacquer wine bowl in his hand at Zhang Ye's feet viciously, and shouted angrily: "Damn, since you can't be the master, you come here to do a fart!" Yaxing, who disturbed Lao Tzu's drinking, did you eat sin?! ”

The lacquer bowl jumped on the ground and hit Zhang Ye's calf, and Zhang Ye was so frightened that his knees were weak and he was about to kneel. But a big thick hand stretched out in the oblique ground and held him firmly, and it was Li Mao who made a move. Seeing that this group of generals was fierce and fierce, Li Mao secretly took a step forward and stood side by side with Zhang Ye, guarding the dishes that might fly at any time.

Holding Zhang Ye steady, he bowed to the pock-faced general on the seat, and said without humility or arrogance: "The general is drinking and feasting here, and it is inconvenient to disturb it, please forgive me for the crime of trespassing." After saying that, he secretly gave Zhang Ye a look, Zhang Ye came back to his senses, and hurriedly raised his hand and said: "Don't dare to disturb General Yaxing, humbly retire, retire." ”

A tall and thin white-faced general stretched out his hand to block the two of them, the man held a lacquer bowl in his hand, and said with a smile: "Since you are here, how can you leave, shouldn't you toast the bowl to General Yu?" He turned around and beckoned to the white-faced guy: "Serve the wine." ”

The man laid out three large sea bowls on the table, picked up the clay pot and poured the full three sea bowls. The white-faced general looked at Li Mao and Zhang Ye and smiled, "Which of the two will come first?" Zhang Ye licked his lips, frowned, the three bowls of wine were three catties, Mo said that he had already rushed two fields before coming to the Drunken Immortal Residence, even if the wine was not touched, it was enough to choke.

Li Mao picked up a bowl of wine in both hands, faced the pock-faced general on the high seat, raised his eyebrows, swallowed his stomach with a bang, lit up the bottom of the bowl, and calmly picked up the second bowl, like a long whale swallowing the sea, and then lit the bottom of the bowl again. The white-faced generals are named Sang Rong, because they love to design tricks on people, and they have a nickname called "Sang Xiaogui", he put down these three bowls of wine, with the intention of making Li Mao and Zhang Ye ugly, these three bowls can only hold one pound of wine, and he drinks three bowls in a row without being embarrassed by the public, he has never seen one when he is so big.

Seeing that Li Mao had already picked up the third bowl of wine, Sang Rong drank: "Wait." He snatched Li Mao's wine bowl with a smile, spilled the wine on the ground, pointed at the white-faced guy and said, "Stuff a bowl of adult wine from your store." ”

The white-faced guy was stunned for a moment, and then a pleading expression appeared on his face, as if he was asking Sang Rong for something. "Are you deaf when I told you to pour wine?" The grumpy black-faced bearded soldier grabbed the white-faced guy by the collar and slapped him in the face, the white-faced man was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't dare to disobey his order, so he took a jar from the corner in a panic, lifted the mud seal, and poured wine into the bowl, because of nervousness, his hands trembled so badly that the wine was drenched all over the table.

A pungent sour smell filled the air, and Li Mao sniffed and furrowed his brows.

"This is the ancestral wine of Drunken Immortal Residence, drink it, we are brothers." Sang Rong smiled and stuffed the bowl into Li Mao's hand, and the surroundings suddenly became deathly quiet, and more than twenty pairs of eyes stared at Li Mao. When the white-faced guy poured the wine, Li Mao noticed that the wine was a little strange, the smell was not pure wine aroma, but like unbrewed sour vinegar. Now that the bowl is held in the hand, the sour taste is stronger, and it is really vinegar. He glanced at the white-faced fellow, who was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look at him.

Li Mao suddenly understood everything in his heart, this group of people came with a stomach full of anger, but this short-sighted guy mistakenly moved vinegar as wine. At the moment full of the smell of gunpowder, this jar of vinegar is like that little spark, which can detonate twenty-three thunderbolts at any time, blowing up this drunken immortal residence to the sky.

Without hesitation, Li Mao drank all the vinegar in the bowl in one gulp, vinegar is good vinegar, but when you drink wine, it is too sour, and it is sour.

After drinking, he turned the bottom of the bowl to the pock-faced general Yu Hualong, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and returned the bowl to Sang Rong with a smile.

"How does this wine taste?"

"Good wine."

"How about three more bowls?"

"The general commands, how dare you disobey."

Sang Rong stared at Li Mao's eyes, and Li Mao also stared at him, and the two stared at each other with big eyes and stalemate.

Someone tapped lightly on the table with their knuckles, and after a moment of silence, someone knocked a second time, and a third time, and the sound of tapping on the table gradually became one, and the rhythm was neat and solemn. This is the voice of appreciation, and it is an affirmation of Li Mao's performance.

Sang Rong was the last to join the knotters, and after striking his fingers on the table three times, he raised his hand, and the sound of the striking stopped abruptly.

Twenty-two generals all looked at Yu Hualong on the high seat.

General Ma Yan stood up, paced Li Mao with his hands behind his back, and asked, "I haven't seen you in Caozhou how many times, are you an official of Naya?" ”

"The inferior Li Mao, the current gold envoy of Chengwu County, is a foreign official. It's not surprising that the general hasn't seen me. ”

"Capture the gold? Hum. The pock-faced general seemed to have heard a very funny thing, he stood in front of Li Mao, the two of them were about the same size, Yu Hualong was slightly thinner than Li Mao, and looked a little thin. While Yu Hualong was looking at Li Mao, Li Mao was also looking at him, this person was thin, upright, and majestic, a typical image of a soldier.