I didn't have time to finish writing my roommate's birthday today (there are too many drinking songs), but this morning I thought of a short story and wrote more than 1,000 words.

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"Old George, give me a new beer from this year." Ritter pushed open the door of the tavern and came in and snorted.

Suddenly, the whole tavern fell silent, and the people who drank here looked at this uninvited guest.

"You haven't paid off the money you owed me for the wine last time, and this time you're cheating and drinking again." George said with a glance up at Ritter.

"Oh, my dear George, don't do that, anyway, I'm also a famous bounty hunter in Bounty Town, what if I owe some wine money, it's not that I won't pay it back, you say yes." Ignoring the crowd around him, Ritter strode up to Old George, and said with a sincere face on the bar with a pestle.

"This is the fifteenth time you've said that, and the last time you said it was yesterday afternoon." George said as he looked at Ritter expressionlessly.

A clean handkerchief wipes the transparent glass, and the delicate pattern of the unevenness sets off the fact that such a wine glass is not something that ordinary people can use to enjoy fine wine.

"Forehead ......" Ritter patted his forehead, the golden hair was directly printed on his forehead, Ritter said indifferently: "I'm not here to pay you back the wine money, it just so happened that after drinking last night, I caught a little thief on the way home, and took it to the police station to exchange a little pocket money, I thought I still owe old George your wine money, isn't this coming today......"

"But you were like this half a month ago, after changing the bounty, you came to me to eat and drink again, but your bounty was not enough for you to eat and drink." Old George put down the delicate wine glass in his hand, picked up another and wiped it down.

"This, this ......" Ritter touched his nose a little embarrassed, thought for a while and said, "I'll have a drink this time...... No, two glasses are fine, and more than one is not drunk. The money is here, you think it must be enough for this drink. With that, Ritter pulled out a stack of bills from his jacket.

Old George glanced at it and said, "A glass and a half." ”

"Just kidding, old George." When Ritter heard that the money could only buy a glass and a half of beer, he immediately wailed: "You can't fool me, no matter how much this money can make me drink two glasses, and pay back the little wine money I owe, how can it suddenly become a glass and a half." ”

At this time, someone in the tavern said, "Old George's beer has gone up, don't you stupid know it?" ”

"Who said I was stupid, thought I didn't come yesterday, I really thought I was a fool!" As soon as Ritter heard that someone in the tavern was scolding him, he immediately turned his head and shouted.

"Of course it's me, you idiot." In the corner of the tavern, a man dressed about the same as Ritter stood up and said, "What's the matter, is it possible that you still want to fight with me." ”

"Jett, don't think that if you're my brother, I won't dare to beat you." Ritter said with some annoyance when he saw that it was his younger brother.

is also a bounty hunter, Jett as a younger brother is more famous and stronger than Ritter when he is an older brother. Because a year ago, the famous poacher, the 50,000 bounty of the slaughterer Lake, was planted in Jett's hands.

"If you have the ability to defeat me, or don't tell me it's useless." Jett said with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

"Old George, is it true that Jett said it?" Rhett didn't say much to Jeter, but turned back to old George and asked.

"Well, I learned this morning that the wheat harvest in the east has failed, and I have to raise the price of beer a little more in order to keep my tavern in business." George Sr. explained.

"That's it......" After Rhett learned the truth of the situation, he said a little decadently: "Then I can only drink less today, I am really unwilling, who called Old George's wine so delicious." ”

"You said yes, old George."

"Hmm." Old George nodded. If your beer isn't so good, there's no need to sell it.