It's definitely a tale of wine, and maybe I didn't drink a drop of alcohol until then, but for some interesting adventures, I deliberately picked up my bubbling glass and poured down my throat the liquid that I used to think was horse urine. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As my face grew redder, the old man across from me finally told me something he knew, or at least he thought.

The obsessed listeners in the tavern seemed to have completely forgotten their own existence, and their obsessive eyes seemed to see the strange picture painted by the old man.

I didn't pay attention to this drunken old man at first, and came here only for the secret ham treasured in the Alex Tavern, and I dare say that there is no place in the whole city of Auston that that comes close to such a delicacy. Even if I can only see the moment the ham is cut by a sharp knife every day, or let me smell the aroma that permeates the ham, I am very satisfied. I'm not so much obsessed with adventurous stories as I am fascinated by the stories told by the old man with a more enticing aroma than the secret ham.

These days, whenever I sit on the windowsill in a daze, my grumbling wife complains loudly: "Look at that, another obsessed fool." I thought it was the proprietress in Alex's Tavern who stole your soul, but who knew that you were actually fascinated by a charlatan. Seeing that I was not moved by her words, she simply came over and stared at me with those big eyes and shouted, "You don't care if there is a hole in the roof?"

I looked up at the roof, and then at my wife, who was thundering in front of me, but didn't dare to speak. She pointed her right hand at me and shouted, "Do you want me to sit all night in the hole in the roof and use my dirty ass to protect you from the wind and rain?" "Oh...... If you continue like this, I'll drive you and all the little cubs around me into the street, and if you don't believe me, try ....... After she said this, she turned around and left, as if she had only taken away her body, and her stomach was resentful and left in place.

I knew I wasn't good at work, and all the copper plates I had obtained from renovating the dilapidated building were donated to the tavern, which turned out to be secret ham, and now beer. But my wife said so, and I had to make some gestures, even though I was completely absent-minded.

After a long time of hard work, I finally found a ladder in the weeds behind the house, and if this ladder has not yet become firewood in the stove, the only reason is that the weeds are too tall and completely cover the ladder.

I first chose a place to go up to the room, where the wooden ladder was placed, the ground was a little slippery, but inserting the feet of the ladder into the dirt seemed to stabilize the ladder better. The ladder was covered with moss, and I tried several times but didn't want to hold my hands on it.

There was a sneer in the room: "Eh, this must be a lot of horse urine, and you actually listened to me." "I wanted to excuse this unpleasant remark, but on second thought, whether or not I could eat my lunch was entirely up to this roof repair, and let this unpopular woman go.

I held both sides of the ladder and stepped my right foot on the first section of the ladder, and then I went up to the middle of the ladder smoothly. I looked back to see where I was, and it turned out that my wife had come out of the house to the backyard, and this time she didn't speak, just put her fat right hand against her own head.

I don't like that my initiative is seen as a last resort, and I don't like it when I do things with an overseer standing behind me. Though I was uncomfortable, I had climbed up the ladder, and now I would not only be humiliated if I went down, but more likely that lunch would be served with leftovers from Alex's Tavern. I believed that the woman behind me would have done such a thing, because on the third day when I was obsessed with the adventures of the old man in the tavern, she ran to the back of the tavern and prepared a varied lunch for me with a plate for feeding the dogs.

Two more sections left for me to go up to the top of the ladder, where I could clearly see the worn tiles on the roof. I thought to myself, "If all these tiles are replaced with new ones, I'll be on the roof for the rest of the summer, and I might as well fill in the holes in the roof in exchange for a meal and an afternoon of peace." ”

My wife, who seemed to have enough of my slow behavior, shouted behind her: "Have you let the mad dog bite its tail and can't move, or do you have a toilet on top of your head and won't dare to work? Have you ever seen a husband who is as unproductive as you? I tell you, if you don't fix the roof before lunch, you'll sleep in the kennel tonight." ”

Hearing this, I hurried up to the last section of the ladder, and though I was tired of the snoring on the bed, there was no room for me in the kennel, even a fool could tell.