Tong'an moved the entire fifty-nine altars of divine wine into the cellar and stacked them neatly into a hill. A total of sixty altars were brought back, one of which was the altar they hadn't finished drinking in the Shendian Tower, and the father carried it directly into his room.

As soon as he got out of the cellar, his father pointed to the food in the courtyard and instructed him: "You send these to the neighbors, and I will deal with these picked, which will be enough for our two to eat until the end of the year."

Dad's heart blossomed, humming a little song and being busy there, this is the first time Tong An has seen his father so happy since he hit his mother's womb, that feeling should be similar to picking up five cents for nothing, no, it should be five taels of silver to be enough.

"Why don't you go quickly, what are you doing in a daze?!" As soon as Tong An was in a trance, he was discovered by his father. Daddy's keenness, he was taught from childhood to adulthood, as soon as he relaxed when he practiced guns, his father who turned his back to him immediately turned back, and he suspected that his father still had an eye in the back of his head.

Tong'an sent baskets and baskets out, and from time to time brought back some gifts from neighbors to his home, that is, some fruits, melons and dates, etc., which were all supreme delicacy for him before, and he could only eat them occasionally during the New Year. The neighbors are not rich, and life is also tight, otherwise they would not live here.

After sending more than a dozen trips, he even gave a little bit to the beggars he met, and finally sent it almost when the sun was about to set.

The large and small jars in the house have been turned out by Dad, and the yard is everywhere, and each jar is full, and Dad is going to make smoked bacon. I remember hearing my father talk about it when I was a child, and the family used to live in the prairie of Daibei, and he knew these crafts since he was a child.

"Dad, I want to send some to Mr. Cui outside the city." Tong An was a little timid to mention to his father, he had a high fever back then, took a lot of medicines, and never got better. Someone recommended Mr. Cui outside the city, and Mr. put him in a bath bucket and steamed him for two quarters of an hour, and the fever subsided when he came out of the bucket. Dad had spent all his savings before buying medicine, and he was penniless, and Mr. Cui didn't mind, and gave a few pairs of decoction before leaving.

"Go ahead." Daddy doesn't raise his head, otherwise he will definitely find out the cat.

Tong An was carrying a basket full of meals and was about to go out, when he was stopped by his father, who made him tremble and almost threw the basket on the ground. He took a deep breath and turned around slowly.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Tong An was calm and tried to make his tone normal.

"Go to the cellar and get a jar of divine dethronement wine and send it to Mr. Cui." Daddy still didn't look up.

After mentioning the wine, Tong An slipped out of the house with a smoke. Martial law was already in the streets, and he came to the city wall in all directions, and as soon as he whistled, four or five boys, also fifteen or sixteen years old, emerged from the bushes.

"Tong'an, you're here, my feet are numb from squatting. Yo, and a jar of wine! The fat boy at the head strode over and was about to take the wine.

"Fat, you don't want to mix up, be quieter, it's time for martial law in the whole city." Tong An hurriedly stopped the fat man with a loud voice, looked around, and didn't see anyone, so he was relieved.

"Oh, oh, oh, I forgot about it." The young man who called the fat man scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Anzi, why have you been grinding for so long, we thought you were caught by the city patrol." The slightly thin boy took the basket with a smile, opened it to take a look, and exclaimed in surprise: "Wow, sauce elbow!" He grabbed a piece and threw it into his mouth, and while closing his eyes, he sighed and looked intoxicated.

"Everyone is here, right? Fat Lai, Thin Monkey, Lan Xin, Gao Cheng, Ye Lin, eh, where are the straw bales? Tong'an looked around, there was no one missing, and when he delivered food in the afternoon, he made an appointment with them, and gathered at the root of the city wall at dusk, and went to the West Mountain outside the city for a picnic.

"The straw bales have already gone out, let's let the wind out outside, let's go, let's go out quickly."

The city was under martial law, and the gates were kept closed, but it didn't stop them. This group of teenagers who wander inside and outside the city every day even knows the path of cats and dogs clearly, and they have long had their own secret passages. The thin monkey peeled open the weeds at the base of the wall, and a dog hole was exposed, snapping his fingers three times, and the other side also responded three times. He handed the things over, and climbed out one by one.

"Anzi, why do you still think of the altar wine, I haven't touched a drop for more than half a year." After speaking, he stretched out his nose at the lid of the wine and took a deep breath.

"This is not for you to drink, this is what my father asked me to give to Mr. Cui. Later, let Cui Yiwen and Cui Yiwu bring it back to his father, by the way, let's leave quickly, otherwise the brothers will be in a hurry. ”

"Didn't you already send it to Mr. Cui in the afternoon? Why do you send it back? Leave it for us to drink. As he spoke, he went to uncover the mud at the mouth of the altar.

Tong An stretched out his hand and patted the hand of the straw bale, and hurriedly stopped: "The food was delivered, but the wine was not delivered. ”

When they arrived at the west mountainside, Cui Yiwen and Cui Yiwu had already tidied up the venue and cut a few branches to make chopsticks. Once the contents of the basket are arranged in the same way, it is time to start the storm. Cui Yiwen's eyes are sharp, he has already seen Tong Anti's wine, he has to eat it, and he has not seen any signs of opening the jar.

"I said, Anzi, what are you doing with a night pot at your feet, is it possible that you are afraid that you will have no place to pee when you are full?" Cui Yiwen was joking here, and everyone else was laughing.

"Hey, mosquito, do you know who this wine is for? You're just talking nonsense here. Tong An was not annoyed, and he was still secretly happy in his heart.

"Whom do I care he gives, but not for me." Cui Yiwen pursed the corners of his lips with a look of disdain.

"This is for your father, hahahahaha......" Fat Lai interjected, and laughed crookedly after speaking.

"For your daddy! You're a dead fat man. Cui Yiwen was annoyed, he dared to make such a joke, the dead fat man didn't want to mix up.

"It's for your dad! When I came out with food, I told my father that I was going to deliver food to your family, and when my father heard it, he asked me to bring this altar of dethroned wine to your father. Seeing that the situation wanted to get out of control, Tong'an hurriedly cleared the siege.

"What, this is the !! of God's Wine" The friends were stunned, they had all heard of Shendi wine, but no one had seen it, they only knew that this was the first wine in Hesu, and ordinary people couldn't buy it. They took turns holding the jar and sucking the tip of their noses, trying to smell what the wine tasted like.

"It would have been nice if I had given this wine to my father." Cui Yiwen's eyes were rolling, and his flowery intestines were bent and bent.

"What, you're still paying attention to this wine?" Tong An was a little worried, this kid had a lot of bad ideas, so he had to quickly bring the wine jar over, so as not to cause any extraneous branches.

As soon as Tong An stretched out his hand, Cui Yiwen took it over, and quickly removed the sealing mud, and the wine was fragrant.

"Mosquitoes! What are you doing? It's wine for your daddy! "Tong An is in a hurry.

"Anzi, it's okay, when you go back, you can say that you will give me the wine, and that's it. If my father really ran into them, I said that I accidentally beat them on the way back, and my eldest brother can testify. After Cui Yiwen finished speaking, he grimaced at Cui Yiwu. Cui Yiwu ignored it and sat upright in a serious manner.

At this point, it is useless to say more. Tong An snatched it up, raised his head and took a big sip, and handed it to Cui Yiwu after drinking.

Let's eat! Love! Drinking and eating meat is the life they dream of.