Zhuo Yan outperformed the people in the racecourse, and today she was treated like a hero in the market, and those stall owners who had just gone to see the excitement all beckoned her to come and sit when they saw her.

After some discussion, the big guys sat down next to the barbecue stall with Zhuo Yan in clusters, wearing fresh pieces of meat on rows of red willow branches, and the stall owner was grabbing a handful of barbecued meat, sprinkling cumin and chili flour and salt on it, and roasting it on the charcoal fire.

The oil on the pieces of meat was sizzling and dripping onto the charcoal fire from time to time.

This stall is opened by a relative of a young man in the village, and the big guy eats meat here, as long as he pays the cost price.

And the stall owner also hopes that someone will help him boost his popularity, so that those who can't make up their minds will sit down and consume when they see how lively it is.

By the time Chu Xingchen arrived with the two brothers of the Zhuo family, everyone had already asked for hundreds of skewers of barbecue and a large vat of mare's milk wine.

This mare's milk wine is made from fermented mare's milk, with very low alcohol content, in fact, it is more like a fermented milk product, it tastes slightly sour and refreshing, and it is not easy to get drunk, and it is a drink that men, women and children like in this part of Xilin Town.

When the big guy saw Chu Xingchen, he stood up and beckoned him one after another, asking him to sit down and have a drink.

Originally, this was all a polite remark, and Chu Xingchen had never drunk with the big guys, but today he really sat down, which frightened the people present, and everyone suddenly talked less, and the scene became restrained.

Among these people who are surrounded by Zhuo Yan, there are many young men who want to be courteous to her, and everyone originally felt that today was an excellent opportunity to get closer to her.

But when Chu Xingchen came, these people couldn't sit still, and slipped away one by one with excuses, and even the people who invited guests settled the account and ran away, and in the end, only the Zhuo family brothers and sisters and Chu Xingchen were left at the scene.

Zhuo Yan has already drunk two bowls of mare's milk wine, originally this kind of wine is only a few degrees, ordinary people do not have the problem of getting drunk at all, but Zhuo Yan's amount of wine is extremely poor, at this time he is already a little drunk, and he is enjoying himself, and he has not noticed the change in the situation at all.

Zhuo Han was also immersed in the joy of his sister's victory in the competition, and pulled Chu Xingchen vigorously to discuss the breed of the Black Mountain horse.

Unlike the delicate village chief Zhuo, Zhuo Han is simple-minded, he thinks that the reason why Zhuo Yan can win must be because of the talent of the Zhuo family, in other words, if he is replaced Zhuo Han, he will still win, maybe the results are even more amazing than Zhuo Yan.

And Zhuo Young is still young, and he has no qualifications to speak at all on such an occasion, so he can only eat meat and drink a lot of wine, and feel the happiness of adults in advance.

Zhuo Han was talking with great interest, and he didn't notice that Zhuo Han's head was already little by little, like a chicken pecking rice.

Chu Xingchen has been paying attention to Zhuo Yan, and when he saw Zhuo Yan like this, he felt a little funny, and he also understood in his heart that the little girl was drunk.

"Zhuo Han, see if Zhuo Yan is drunk, send her back!" Chu Xingchen couldn't help laughing and reminded Zhuo Han in a low voice.

Zhuo Han then turned his attention back to Zhuo Yan, and after he glanced at it, he was surprised, wasn't it? Today's horse racing heroes are already napping.

The Zhuo brothers are a little excited, they are so lively, but for the safety of their sister, they must send Zhuo Yan home first.

But the Zhuo family's ox cart was driven away by the angry Zhuo village chief, how should they take Zhuo Yan back?