Bai Ze had a cheap smile on his face, anti-customer-oriented, picked up the wine bottle and filled it for both the vole and himself, took the lead in holding the wine glass, and toasted to the vole arrogantly:

"Uncle Tian is righteous! I don't have anything to say, let's not get drunk this morning, come, do it!"

After that, Bai Ze raised his head under the frightened gaze of the vole, and a cup of burning knives disappeared again.

Looking at the questions and doubts on Bai Ze's face, the vole put down the hand that wanted to stop it, his face was full of bitterness, and he had to smile reluctantly more ugly than crying, as if he was pouring poison, and took a sip, his face was so spicy that his face was distorted.

The vole swallowed this sip of wine, and then opened his eyes and was about to put down the wine glass, Bai Ze's bald head was already holding the wine bottle and had come closer, with an earnest smile on his face, and he had been waiting beside him for a long time.

For the first time in decades of life, voles are so averse to drinking!

Back then, he went to other people's houses to drink every day, and after drinking too much, he borrowed money from his children, and he was a capable man who gained both wealth and wine.

But today, the vole only felt that the wine glass in front of him was twisted like a ghost, and the rich aroma of wine did not arouse his alcohol addiction, but was entangled with vertigo and vomiting.

After two more sips, the vole finally couldn't hold it anymore, and took advantage of the moment when Bai Ze raised his neck, covered the back of his head and blinked wildly at Tian's mother and daughter's eyes, signaling them not to patronize and watch the play.

When Bai Ze put down the wine glass, he happened to see the three people of the Tian family eyebrows, his mind turned to his chest, and he preemptively said with a smile on his face:

"Aunt Tian, don't just stand still! I haven't seen you for several years, Aunt Tian, let's have a drink!"

Seeing Bai Ze's smiling drunkard staring at her, the vole's wife was frightened, her pupils were frightened, her face was frightened, and she waved her hands again and again and refused to say:

"No, no, I can't drink!"

Where would Bai Ze let go of the three members of the Tian family, took two cups from the coffee table with a smile, and said with sincerity on his face that could not be refused:

"Aunt Tian, you and Sister Xiaozhen can't drink liquor, you can always drink some beer! My Uncle Tian has said, this Chinese New Year has two sips of meaning, let's not ruin my Uncle Tian's interest!"

While talking, Bai Ze opened a bottle of beer, filled it for the two of them, and couldn't help but pick up the wine glass, and said with emotion on his face:

"Hey, today is the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, a time for families to reunite. I didn't expect Uncle Tian and your family to still remember me, and I won't say anything, it's all in the wine!"

After that, Bai Ze took another sip, stood upside down with an empty wine glass, and motioned to the three of them.

The three members of the Tian family looked at each other, their faces were all bitter as if they were forced to go to Liangshan, and they didn't know why the situation was going down and becoming like this.

The rising sun shone into the room through the window, and a bald little fox and three white-haired old rats sat at the table and mingled, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, but the little fox obviously had the upper hand, and the faces of the three rats became more and more bitter.

As time passed, two bottles of burnt knives were empty, and a bundle of beer was gone.

Bai Ze persuaded wine in a variety of ways, eating a bite of green onion dipping sauce for a while, and giving a thumbs up to praise Aunt Tian's stewed vegetables really well, it was like a five-star hotel chef's level, for this table of good dishes, come and do one.

The wine glass was lifted, and immediately said to Tian sincerely with a humble face, Sister Xiaozhen is a pillar of society and an idol in my studies, come, for the development of the motherland, go one.

turned to tearfully hold the fat hand of the vole, saying that he remembered that when he was six years old, Uncle Tian smiled at him through the fence, and the gentleness of that smile made him feel the warmth of the sun, and he can never forget it until now. If you have nothing to say, let's have a "bomb"......

An interesting scene appeared at the dinner table of the Tian family, Bai Ze, who was originally a guest, frequently persuaded him to drink, and the three of the main family were blushing and waved their hands politely, but they couldn't resist Bai Ze's enthusiasm, and they were poured down one cup after another.

This meal was eaten from early in the morning until the sun was high, and the mother and daughter of the Tian family were already too strong to drink, so they leaned on the corner and slept over.

The vole was still struggling, holding the wine glass in a blurred eye, his head swaying left and right, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that there were three Bai Ze who were smiling with wine glasses, dangling back and forth in front of his eyes.

Taking advantage of the intermission, Bai Ze comfortably went to the toilet, and kicked the peeping big cock, causing a burst of chickens and dogs to jump.

After coming back, Bai Ze felt much more comfortable, eating the dishes on the table without taking a bite, glanced at the vole that was about to hold on, and was about to enter the topic, so he urged tentatively:

"Uncle Tian, we're eating and drinking, if there's nothing wrong, I'll go back in a while." ”

With a smirk on his face, the vole always felt that he had forgotten something, and looked at the green cabbage for a while, and the vole slapped his head, and finally remembered his purpose.

But alcohol can really dull the brain, and the vole can't play with his heart, let alone package the language, and said directly:

"Xiao Ze, you see that your grandfather is finally dead, it's a pity that no one grows your ten acres of land, why don't you plant it for me!"

After that, the vole burped, and a pair of thief eyes stared at Bai Ze in a daze.

Bai Ze took a bite of salty stewed beans like pickles, and finally realized that it was indeed a vole that could not afford to be early, and it turned out that he was eyeing his grandfather's ten acres of fertile land.

Bai Ze asked with a mockery on his face:

"Uncle Tian, my family's ten acres of land still have a ten-year contract period, how much money are you going to pay?"

With the usual slamming on his face, the vole directly took out his wallet, took out five hundred yuan, and said to Bai Ze with a trembling hand in distress:

"You are a little child, how do you know that you want money! Give you five hundred, that's enough! Let's go to the village chief to sign a contract in a while." ”

Rao knew that the vole was a well-known Pixiu, and Bai Ze almost sprayed a mouthful of water on his face, which would remind me that I was a child, where did my conscience go when I drank just now?

With disbelief on his face, Bai Ze asked again:

"Is the 500 you said the price of an acre of land for a year?"

The vole stared at a pair of small eyes, more incredulous than Bai Ze, pointed at Bai Ze's nose and roared loudly:

"You're crazy! How much does that cost! 500 yuan, 10 acres of land, 10 years!"

Bai Ze didn't hide the disdain on his face at all, he didn't even look at the vole, he didn't speak, and went to the ground to open all kinds of white wine, red wine and beer used by the vole's family for the New Year, including tribute wine, one by one, and let the wine worms feast their mouths.

The vole said what was on his mind, and could no longer bear the power of half a bottle of burning knife and two bottles of beer, crooked to the side, squinting his eyes as if he was asleep, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself vaguely like a dream:

"Ozawa is really a good boy, just give ten acres of land to your Uncle Tian, what kind of gifts do you bring!"

"Oh, I still bring the old ginseng, how much does it cost!"

"Xiao Ze! It's not that Uncle Tian is talkative, your grandfather is an old bastard who has a lot of things! Those two big locust trees in your yard are really in the way, so cut them down one day......

Bai Ze watched the vole fall into a sweet dream, with a happy face, he was so angry that he wanted to laugh, put the wine bottle on the table, and left the vole's house without looking back.