"It's too late, it's a drunken maniac's dagger."

Master Yun's body shook and his hands were propped up on the table.

Young Master Yun looked at the cold dagger and was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Letter, Daddy, there's a letter."

Young Master Yun looked sharply at the dagger, and under the dagger was a folded letter.

Master Yun hurriedly pulled out the dagger and looked at it.

"Dad, what did you write?" At stake in his own life, Young Master Yun was anxious.

Old Man Yun let out a long breath: "Huh, son, you are lucky, you happened to meet a drunkard who was short of money and wine, and he proposed to use 100,000 taels of silver and ten jars of flowers to make trouble." ”

"One hundred thousand taels of silver? Ten jars and a hundred flowers brewed? Young Master Yun was stunned.

"The silver is easy to say, it's enough to make together and borrow again, but the Baihua Brewery is limited to selling, and our inventory is not enough." Master Yun glanced at the letter again, and said hurriedly, "Oh, the drunken maniac asked you to send things out tomorrow morning, time is running out, son, you go to the housekeeper to make up the money, and I will go to your uncle's house to see if there is any Baihua brew." ”

Young Master Yun nodded busily, and the father and son acted separately.

And the Zhang family and the Liu family also received a flying dagger from a drunken maniac.

"Flying disaster, flying disaster." The heads of the two families were very helpless, but they had to prepare according to the letter.

After a night, the young masters of the three families trembled and delivered the things to the door.

In a few moments, all of them were gone.

"Haha, haha, everything is like floating clouds, only the wine lasts forever, the boss lady, come to thirty jars of flowers to brew."

In the wine shop, the drunken maniac slapped the silver on the ground, changing his usual decadence and looking wealthy.

"Is this getting silver again?" The graceful proprietress looked at the silver on the ground, and then looked at the appearance of the drunken maniac, and inserted her waist, "Thirty jars, bah, my wine shop produces only twenty jars a day, and they are all sold to you, so that the old men in Fucheng can drink fresh water?" Go, go, don't mess around, don't sell you. ”

"Ah, what does it matter to me that they drink wine and fresh water, I have money, you sell me."

"Don't sell, don't sell!"

"Eighteen altars, sell me eighteen altars!"

"Not for sale!"

"Fifteen altars!"

"Not for sale!"

……

"Three altars, sell me three altars." The drunken maniac's eyes are going red, staring at the proprietress as if you are going crazy if you don't agree.

The proprietress looked at him and snorted coldly: "Okay, it's just three altars, but within a month, you drunken maniacs are not allowed to come to my wine shop to buy wine." ”

"Boss, you're too ruthless."

"Go, who came to steal the wine last time and ruined half of my wine collection? If it weren't for the fact that you're a drunkard, I would have broken your legs. ”

"Isn't that a thing of the past?"

"Phew, even if I remember it in the past 10,000 years, I haven't been to the wine shop with such a shameless person as you."

"Can't be accommodating?"

"No matter how much time you waste my mother's time, you don't want to buy a jar of wine, and you don't want to get it."

The proprietress directly picked up the stick on the side and hit the drunken maniac.

"Ah, the proprietress is going to beat someone......" The drunken maniac ran away, not forgetting to turn around and shout, "Don't forget my three jars of wine." ”

"Get out! Get lost! Get lost! ”

The proprietress screamed three times in a row, threw out three jars of flower brew, and the drunken maniac jumped up and caught it happily.

In a dilapidated courtyard, a drunken maniac placed thirty-three jars of flowers on the ground.

The gourd on his waist shook, and he hurriedly reassured: "Okay, okay, I'll fill you up immediately." ”

As he spoke, he slapped open a jar of potentia and began to pour it into the gourd.

After a while, all the thirty-three jars of Baihua brew went into the gourd.

"Old man, I'm satisfied, I'll take a sip first......"

Suddenly, a mellow smell of wine came from somewhere, and the gourd began to tremble violently, and the drunken maniac was also shocked. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "The Phoenix Concubine Against the Sky: God Emperor, the Presumptuous Pet Claw Book House" for free for the first time.