Wang Yuelong and Xiao Yao drank all night, and finally both got drunk.

When the villagers of Xinghua Village came to look for the village chief Xiao Yao on the morning of the second day, they found that Xiao Yao's house, which was only one bed, a wooden table, two chairs and a set of pots and stoves, was so simple that it could not be simpler. At a glance, there are at least twenty of them.

Xiao Yao, Xiao Da Village Chief, and a gold-clothed young man were holding a wine jar in their arms, Xiao Da Village Chief was nested under the wooden table, and the golden-clothed young man was leaning on a chair, but the two of them were all sleeping soundly.

It's just that in comparison, the golden-clothed young man who never snored or made any other strange movements when he slept was undoubtedly much better looking at his sleep than Xiao Yao, who was snoring like thunder and grinding his teeth and constantly talking in his dreams.

Seeing these two drunk people, coupled with the scattered wine jars in this place, this villager who came to find Xiao Yao couldn't help but greatly praise the good amount of wine of these two people.

You must know that although this apricot blossom Fen wine is soft in the mouth, but full of stamina, if the average person drinks a jar of wine, it is basically going to go up, when the stamina comes up, it is when he is uncomfortable. Even the villagers of Xinghua Village, if they drink a lot, they will start to get drunk if they don't drink a lot of Qitan wine. Drink ten jars of wine, that's basically the rhythm of getting drunk on the spot.

And now, in front of this villager, there are at least twenty empty jars, and among the two people drinking, there is also a young boy, which can't help but make this villager not amazed.

However, if this villager knew that among the more than 20 jars of wine, their dignified Xiao Yao Xiao Da Village Chief was only drunk with eight jars of wine, and the golden-clothed young man drank the other more than ten jars of wine, I don't know how he would feel.

"Roar, roar, roar—" Xiao Yao's snoring was extremely loud, as loud as earth-shattering thunder, and he didn't know how the golden-clothed young man could sleep, anyway, the villager had to cover his ears at the moment, and walked through the "minefield" with great caution, and came to Xiao Yao, who was nested under the wooden table.

"Village Chief~~Wake up~~Village Chief~~Village Chief~~" "Roar, Roar, Roar—"

The villager whispered a few words to Xiao Yao, but in response to him was a series of louder snoring, which made the villager's eyebrows furrowed.

So the villager stretched out his hand, pushing Xiao Yao's body, and screaming Xiao Yao in a low voice, but in his sleep, Xiao Yao was like a dead pig, and he couldn't wake up, on the contrary, his brows were furrowed, and his snoring also changed rhythm, as if something went wrong in his sleep: "Roar-hum-roar-roar-haha-roar-"

The villager was startled by the village chief Xiao Da in front of him, and sat down on the ground directly, looking at the village chief Xiao Da who turned over and continued to frown and snore with a rhythm change in tone.

Xiao Yao's snoring with rhythmic pitch change really opened the eyes of the villagers.

Seeing that Xiao Yao and the village chief couldn't wake up, the villager scratched his forehead with a headache. Glancing at the golden-clothed young man who was sleeping quietly on the side, the villager's eyes couldn't help but light up. Maybe he woke up this young man in gold, and this young man had a way to wake up their big village chief.

So the villager subconsciously paced to Wang Yuelong's side, stretched out his hand and gently patted him on the shoulder. The next moment, the villager suddenly had a pain in his stomach, and the whole person flew out upside down like a cannonball, and fell on the door of Xiao Yao's house with a "bang".

At this moment, Wang Yuelong sighed and woke up sleepy-eyed.

To be continued......

This book is derived from the king of books