Chapter 146: Wine Fragrance Well Water

"Is this all for tonight?" The mother-in-law asked unwillingly.

Grandpa asked rhetorically, "What else do you want?" Not to mention if we can fight the red-haired wildling, where do you know where it is now? ”

"Will it be back here tomorrow night?"

"Yes." Grandpa replied confidently, "Let's go back and tell each other to bolt the door tighter." Then Grandpa raised his hand and dispersed them like ducks.

Our village is relatively large and has a large population, so it is divided into several settlements, which have their own names. My house belongs to the "back bottom house", the place opposite to Changshan is called the "opposite door house", and the "opposite door house" next to the "big house", these places live a lot of people, and there are scattered "Fu Po", "side house" and so on. In short, our village is much larger than Thrush Village and Wentian Village. Shan Dad and I are in the same village, but he lives on the other side of the "big house". I'm not a person who often plays out and about, so I don't know much about anyone else in the "big house" other than him.

These hundreds of people are all from the "big house".

The houses of the "opposite gate house" are all built next to the mountain. Over Changshan Mountain, you will reach the General Slope. Therefore, my grandfather came back with me and stayed at my house for one night. The others all returned to their respective homes in the "big house" in twos and threes.

When I walked to the floor of my house, my grandfather caught a glimpse of the moon on the windowsill. Because the rice has to be dried three or four times after it is recovered, a two-acre floor is left in front of the houses here. My bedroom was on the west side of the floor, and the moonlight on the windowsill was shining in the thin moonlight, as if in deep thought.

Grandpa pointed to Yueji and asked, "Is it more obedient now?" Then he smiled very gently. I know that Grandpa knows what he does. But I replied, "Yes." ”

I knocked on the closed door, and my mother got up and opened the door sleepily, and when she saw that it was me and my grandfather, she asked in confusion, "Aren't you staying at grandpa's house?" Why did you come back so late? Mom let me and my grandfather into the house as she spoke, and before we could explain, she went to my room to make the bed.

I didn't feel sleepy when I was outside just now, but when I sat down at home, my eyelids were fighting, and I couldn't stop yawning. I opened my mouth two or three times, and tears were about to flow out. Grandpa was also napping with his head down, and the cigarette butt in his hand was about to burn to his fingers. Every time we went to my grandfather's house, before anyone else came out to greet us, we already asked about the strong smell of cigarettes. Mom hated him for smoking so much cigarettes and hated the strong smell of smoke on his body. I grew up in the smell of smoke, and I grew up like a flowering sesame seed, first on his knees, then on his waist, on his neck, and now almost a few centimeters past him.

My high school chemistry teacher also had a strong smell of cigarettes, and he was very nice to me because my chemistry grades were okay at that time. Every time I had a chemistry class, when the teacher walked into the classroom with the bell ringing, I always thought it was my grandfather who walked in. But the chemistry teacher was a heavy drinker, and often stood on the podium drunk, blushing and slanting his mouth, shaking his hands and feet to tell us about chemical reactions. Although he was drunk, his lectures were still eloquent and orderly.

The chemistry teacher was indeed talented, but he often complained that he was not talented, and he had a lot of criticism about the school's leaders.

Grandpa's greatest habit was never to drink, even at the wine table, when people toasted him a glass of wine, he would pout and take a sip, and then wait for a long time before it was completely drunk to his neck, as if wine was poison and would kill him.

I suddenly became interested, took off the cigarette butt from my grandfather's hand, patted him gently on the back, and asked him, why are you so fond of cigarettes, but not interested in alcohol at all? Due to social reasons, tobacco and alcohol are generally not separated, and those who smoke probably drink alcohol, and those who drink alcohol also smoke.

Grandpa blinked and said, it's okay to smoke, drinking will grow alcohol worms.

I asked, "Wine worm?"

Grandpa said, yes. Remember the reservoir where you caught the green-haired water demon a while ago, right?

I nodded and said yes.

Grandpa said that a mile and a half further away, there was a sakai. The water in that well smells of wine all year round. Have you heard of it?

I replied, "I know that." It is said that two years ago, a child felt thirsty on the way back from school, so he grabbed a few handfuls of water from Sakai and drank it. As a result, he didn't take two steps, and since he lay down on the road, he fell asleep. His classmates who went to school together thought he had suddenly fallen ill and died, and screamed in fright. Later, he was rescued to the hospital, where people said he had drunk too much and almost died of drunkenness.

Grandpa nodded and said, it turned out that there was a fat man in Fangjiazhuang opposite Thrush Village, who especially liked to drink, and he could drink a big jar at a time, and his legs were not shaking when he walked. It's a trivial matter, but the problem is that if he doesn't drink for a day, his lips will be dry and white, his whole body will be weak, and his eyes will be blank. Drinking water, soup and medicine is not a problem, and only drinking alcohol can alleviate this symptom. He is also a very good drinker, and he gets high as soon as he drinks it, and he doesn't care if he has any wine to drink at the next meal. Later, a passing monk came to the village, and the monk said that the fat man had wine worms in his stomach. The fat man didn't believe it. The monk told the fat man to open his mouth. The fat man opened his mouth stupidly. The monk took out an ear of rice and put it into the fat man's throat. The fat man was made by the monk like this, and he vomited non-stop. At first, it was water that came out, then some black blood came out, and finally three worms the size of silkworm chrysalis came out. After the monk left, the fat man really didn't miss the drink anymore, and the strange symptoms disappeared. When a profiteer who sold wine heard the news, he secretly ran to Fangjiazhuang one night and stole the three wine worms. But after passing by the reservoir, the profiteer accidentally fell into an idle well. The profiteer climbed out of the well and found that the wine worm was gone. Since then, the well has been emitting a strange aroma of sake for many years.

Mom shouted through the door, Liangzai, there must be a cigarette worm in your grandfather's stomach.

My grandfather and I couldn't help but laugh. Mom said the bed was all ready. I poured some hot water, washed my face and feet with my grandfather, and got ready for bed.

Mom said, you sleep on one head, grandpa sleeps on the other, don't sleep side by side.

Why, I asked?