"Just one cup, just one cup, before my daughter sees it, you can add me another cup, I promise to drink this cup and never want it again."

Sang Youming prayed very unproductively, but he almost didn't kneel on the ground.

It's rare to have a chance to drink openly, and there are well-wishers who blow the reeds and dance to cover him, so he just drinks a few glasses, not too much, right?

The villagers were really annoyed, so they had to add another cup to Sang Youming: "Uncle, you are so self-conscious, eleven glasses of wine are in your stomach, you estimate that you will not be able to walk ten steps before you will see the wind fall." ”

Looking at the horn cup that was refilled with wine, Sang Youming smiled: "Little sister, don't worry, Uncle is known as a thousand cups and is not drunk!" ”

The villagers stared at Sang Youming and drank the eleventh glass of wine without saying a word, and he knew for a moment that the pot was made of iron.

The welcome ceremony was almost in progress, and the music of the reeds slowly stopped, and Sang Youming handed the horn cup back to the villagers as if nothing happened.

The villagers looked at the backs of the guests and counted them silently in their hearts.

When he counted to the ninth number, he saw Sang Youming's figure suddenly pause, and when he continued to count to the tenth number, he saw him stumble and fall to the ground.

[Sang Youming was so confident just now, and now he immediately slapped his face. 】

[He still underestimated the power of rice wine, this kind of wine is much more powerful than ordinary liquor, but he doesn't feel it when he drinks it, and when he is really drunk, he will be unconscious. 】

Hu Zhi originally wanted to help Sang Youming, but he fell to the ground too quickly, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, she watched Sang Youming slide past her hand.

She also thought that there was something wrong with Sang Youming's body, so she was so frightened that her heart twitched, and she squatted down to check the situation.

But as soon as Sang Youming turned over, he had an unconscious burp, and the smell of alcohol sprayed her directly.

Hu Zhi wasn't worried anymore, he lit up and slapped it firmly towards Sang Youming's head, and scolded angrily: "Suffered a thousand knives, how much wine did you secretly drink behind our backs just now?" ”

The first slap failed to wake people up, and Hu Zhi was about to come with a second slap, but was held by Sang Ning when his hand was just raised in the air: "Okay, Mom, people are dizzy, what's the use of you slapping him now?" ”

Sang Ning didn't blame a word of superfluous blame, just asked someone to help carry Sang Youming together, Hu Zhi suddenly felt that something was not right, this was not quite like her daughter's temperament.

"Xiao Ning, you can scold a few words, you don't say a word really makes my mother feel terrible."

"What's there to scold, isn't it just a drink, my dad wants to drink it, let him drink enough."

Sang Ning responded to Hu Zhi unhurriedly, and at the end, she added, "My dad wants to drink so much, and when he wakes up, I will accompany him to drink enough, which can be regarded as a little filial piety as a daughter." ”

[Why do I think Sister Sang is disappointed in the tone of her speech, she has told Sang Youming more than once that she wants to quit drinking, but he has committed it again and again, which is really chilling. 】

[I really took Sang Youming, co-authoring really can't change the bad virtue of eating, he was the one who couldn't get up from drinking last time, and he was still the one who couldn't get up from drinking this time! ] 】

[Sister Sang, just leave this drunkard father alone, supervising this kind of person who does not change his life is really easy to be mentally exhausted, what about his own father? 】

"Really?" Hu Zhi felt panicked inexplicably, Sang Ning's eyes were clearly about to eat people, how could he say so lightly.

She thought about it for a while, and asked tentatively: "Then, Xiao Ning, why don't you also do some filial piety to your mother, and spend more time playing mahjong with your mother in the future?" ”

A cold eye knife shot at her, Sang Ning didn't have any expression on her face, but Hu Zhi had already felt her attitude from her disliked eyes - if she dared to play mahjong again, it would be a "death" word.

Hu Zhi stopped talking this time, her daughter was really duplicitous, and she was afraid that she had already saved her heart to clean up Sang Youming.

She sighed and said silently in her heart: Lao Sang, ask for more blessings!

[Hu Zhi laughed at me, how could she be so naïve, as long as she wasn't a fool, she could hear that Sang Ning was talking back, she even had to go up and send someone's head. 】

[I kind of understand why Sang Youming and Hu Zhi came together in the first place, these two couples are not very smart. 】

Sang Youming was drunk and unconscious, and Director Sun temporarily found the villagers and asked them to help take Sang Youming in temporarily.

**

The guests were taken to the rice fields cultivated by the people of Jiangkou Village, which is a typical distribution of terraced rice fields, and from a distance, the layers are like oil paintings, covering the entire mountain.

Director Sun asked everyone to take off their shoes and socks, roll up their trousers, and go into the largest rice field.

Sang Ning was the first to walk into the rice field, she was very conscious, after all, what she recorded was a rural variety show, although she would arrive late.

When the other guests heard that they were going to go to the field, they all became squirming and pinching.

"Director Sun, you're going too far, I was splashed with a scoop of water just now, and my clothes haven't dried yet, so you let me go to the field." Chu Wei complained, but tapped the water with her toes a few times, and still stepped into it.

After getting along with Sang Ning for a while, Chu Wei's pampered temper was slightly restrained.

Sang Ning has already gone to the field, and she has to go to this field today, otherwise she will definitely be sprayed by netizens for being hypocritical.

"Grandma, don't go to the ground, I'll do it if I have a task." Song Shi also helped his grandmother sit next to him to rest, and then began to pull up his trousers desperately.

It wasn't until he could no longer roll up that he stopped, kicking his toes alternately, looking like he was about to jump into the field.

[Oh my God, can I see this kind of restrictive picture?] Song Shiye's two long legs of Bai Huahua are even more tender and thinner than mine! I won't say who cried. 】

[Song Shiye, you roll back your mother's trouser legs, everyone only rolls them up to your knees, and you are about to roll up to your crotch! ] 】

"Sister Sangsang, get out of the way, I'm here!" Song Shi also lifted the waist of his trousers, put his hands together, and plunged into the rice field in a posture of leaping into the rice field.

Song Shi also said to get out of the way, so Sang Ning got out of the way and directly gave him a whole piece of land next to him.

As a result, he slammed his head into the mud, his feet sank directly into the mud, his upper body was unstable, and he threw his face into the rice field, splashing a pile of mud spots.

Sang Ning didn't mean to help Song Shiye at all, and silently moved a few steps to the side, perfectly avoiding the mud spots that Song Shi also splashed.

[Let's just say, didn't humans bring Song Shiye when they evolved their brains? ] This kid has a bit of a treasure on him. 】

[Although there is water in the rice field, it is only a rice field in the end, not the small river ditch at the foot of the mountain, and there are really enough tigers in the Song Dynasty. 】

[Didn't you see what Sister Sang disliked to become? The way he frantically moved to the side was just to write "Don't suffer Lao Tzu" on his face. 】

(End of chapter)