These days happen to be the days when the old man is routinely out of the house, not to mention that he can't be contacted now, even if he gets through on the phone, how dare I ask him where he buried his wine. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition, I don't plan to call Brother Biao, a wine worm, to help, I'm not stupid enough to do so.

Then it's up to you to use your ingenuity.

After turning around inside and outside the house, in front of the house and behind the house, I used the elimination method to roughly grasp it:

The courtyard in front of the door is a concrete floor, and there are layers of freshly processed stone slabs stacked against the wall, so there is no possibility of burying wine underneath.

Outside the courtyard is a road, opposite is a shack, everywhere to rubble gravel, bury wine?

Inside, the bedroom, living room, hallway, and kitchen and bathroom are covered with floor tiles, which is also not a place to hide things.

There is also a cellar at home, which is perfect for storing wine, and I have searched all the corners and corners up and down the escalator, but no.

In the end, there was only a place left in the backyard.

I knew that the rest of the place was also paved with cobblestone and concrete, except for a crescent-shaped plot that had been left empty, overgrown with weeds and unnamed wildflowers.

My house is north-south, and the backyard is east-west.

There were no trees, not even a decent flower or any other clump of greenery.

I used to wonder why this land wasn't used to grow vegetables.

Now I have figured it out: most of the reason is that the wine jar is buried underneath, and if you grow vegetables, you have to water it with fertilizer, so how can you do it!

I picked up a rechargeable emergency light, adjusted the lighting angle to set it properly, and found a wide-mouth hoe in the tool room, and came back to excavate.

Use a hoe to remove the weed layer two palms wide from the middle of the crescent moon ground, and then carefully start to scrape the soil layer.

- This kind of work is best done with a hoe, if you use a pointed pickaxe to chisel through the wine jar three times or twice, then it is really a brain water.

The digging continued, and after a while, I was already sweating on my forehead.

When a pit about 50 centimeters deep and the size of a basin appeared under his feet, the blade of the hoe clicked softly and touched something.

I was overjoyed, so I simply put the hoe aside and slowly cleaned it with both hands along the excavated area.

The silhouette gradually appeared, and it was indeed a jar wrapped in cloth.

After a little more work, I lifted it out of the dirt and put it down on the concrete floor.

Somewhat unexpectedly, it's too light.

I muttered to myself: Could it be that it was not sealed well at the beginning, and after a long time, it evaporated to the point that there was not much left?

Alas, it was originally planned to raise an altar, but now it seems that the amount of this altar alone is obviously not enough to stuff the teeth.

Besides, I'm even more worried: if all the wine in these jars evaporates, I'll still have a fart on the day of the wedding feast!

No, I'll have to get up another jar to check it......

But unexpectedly, this time I groped around from the position where the altar was raised for a long time, but found nothing.

I reluctantly retrieved the hoe, rummaged through most of the crescent-shaped plot, and then returned to the original position, and dug down about twenty centimeters, and then found the wine jar again.

The second jar taken out was heavy, and when I shook it slightly, I heard the sound of liquid hitting the inner wall.

I picked up another jar to check, and it was about the same, and I could still smell a faint hint of wine.

Looks like it's okay.

I thought about it, decided not to continue, put back a jar, and backfilled the earth into the pit.

After doing the rest of the work, I feel very tired.

I suddenly felt that I was really ridiculous: the hard work of polishing the stele during the day was just that, and in the dead of night, I didn't rest, but I was a thief in my own house.

It's really tiring.

So he hurriedly wiped a few handfuls on the outside of the two altars with his hands, removed the large mud blocks, and then placed the two jars side by side in the middle of the coffee table.

I took off my coat and trousers and threw them into the pool under the tap water, took a simple shower, and then lay naked on the sofa and watched TV.

In the process, I had the idea of opening the lighter jar to drink two sips of wine, but I don't know why I didn't bother to move, forget it, let's deal with it tomorrow......

I ended up falling asleep on the couch.

I don't know how long it took, but in a daze, I felt someone shaking my shoulder:

"Wake up, wake up ......"

What the hell, I'm sleepy!

I muttered, unhappily reaching out like a fly, and "snapped" it.

Crisp and cool to the touch.

But sleepiness came up, and I didn't even think much of it, and then went back to sleep.

Then I heard someone whispering in his ear, and in his drowsiness he couldn't hear clearly, as if he was, "...... Can you ......?"

The chattering sound was so close that it was noisy and annoying, so I said dissatisfiedly, "Whatever!"

It was as if the lights had been turned off, it was dark, and there was silence all around.

I was asleep, but I seemed to be awake.

The TV was on all the time, and there were people coming and going on the screen, and there were many shadows, but there was no sound.

I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly realized in my deep sleep: "Hey, I fell asleep on the sofa, and the TV was not turned off!"

I thought to myself: Why don't you go back to the bedroom and sleep.

But when I think about it, my body doesn't move.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone beside me sipping a sip of wine, grunting and swallowing, and then a satisfied sigh under the spicy stimulation.

With a "click", the wine glass fell on the coffee table.

I suddenly sat up, stared at the figure opposite, and asked in a daze:

"Who are you? Why are you in my house? What are you doing?"

I couldn't make out his face.

The figure was silent for a moment before saying, "It's really good wine, you're too tired, do you want a drink?"

Then there was the sound of pouring wine.

I took the cup miraculously, drank it with a of my neck, and let out the same sigh of contentment under the same spicy stimulation.

I also involuntarily said, "I'm dizzy." ”

The voice said with concern: "This wine is not small, go back to your room and sleep." ”

Without thinking, I went back to my bedroom.

I don't know how long it was, but I was awakened again by a loud noise.

This time, he was sitting at the table with someone, and the banquet was going on, and it was really full of guests and lively.

From time to time, someone stretched out chopsticks to bring food to the bowl, and I lowered my head to hold the bowl and ate without saying a word.

The dishes that were served were sumptuous, but strangely enough, I couldn't taste them at all.

The guests at the same table suddenly got up to drink together, persuaded to drink, and accepted toasts; suddenly you began to guess and gamble on wine, some cheating, some scolding, drunken gibberish, laughing and scolding, it was really a hundred people.

And I still had nothing to do with it, just chewing and swallowing the food incessantly.

At this moment, a fat-faced man in a black shirt suddenly came over, and he looked at me fixedly for a long time, his white teeth bared, and he actually leaked a mouthful of water from the corner of his mouth.

I was terrified, and my body kept shaking to avoid it.

But the man reached out and pinched me on the left side of my cheek, and said loudly, "Yo, the child is really good-looking, which family?"

The man next to him got up and replied, "After the deceased, after the deceased, please bear with me." ”

He was holding me back.

I shrank back, but I could hear it clearly, and I couldn't help but wonder if I thought, "Child, I'm twenty-four." ”

So I couldn't help but look down at myself.

This look, it's really surprising -

How did I become a five or six-year-old boy in a green belly pocket!

I'm really scared now.

I immediately grinned and cried, "Ahhh

......

"Mom!"

I screamed, and a carp sat up in a cold sweat.

- It turned out to be a dream!

By this time it was already dawn, and I was still on the couch, and the TV was indeed on all night, and the TV was playing exactly the dream just now, and a little boy was crying.

But that's not what I'm most concerned about.

Oh well, actually, I want to say that a noticeable sense of hangover sends chills down my heart......

I stared at the two jars on the coffee table for a long time, and they were well sealed, and I couldn't see any signs of opening.

I took the one on the left and shook it, and there was still wine in it, but it felt like it was about half lighter.

Uh, my scalp is numb!

Then hold up another jar, yes, this one is lighter, apparently the first to get up.

Shake it again, and it will rattle, and you can tell that there is something inside, but it is not a liquid!

What else is there to say about it? I can only open the cover and see what is going on.

Untie the cloth bag.

There is also a layer of red cloth wrapped in it, a very eye-catching red, such a new color, indicating that the time is not long, and it is impossible to bury it at the same time as the wine jar.

Raising my hand to wipe my sweat, I was nervous.

Let's untie the red cloth again.

But my hands shook unobeyedly.

What's in it......