The eye-picking maniac seems to be frightened by Zhong Sheng’s big infrastructure.

There was no wind or waves for several days, but occasionally a little beast broke into the trap and delivered takeaways for free.

Zhong Sheng didn't dare to relax. He practiced his sword on the ground every day and felt that he had made great progress.

"Hey!"

On this day, he felt greedy and wanted to drink again.

The pot of fine wine in the Prefect's Mansion completely opened up his taste genes. It turned out that Uncle Zhong also liked to drink, and he drank heavily.

When Zhong Sheng was a child, he was fed by his second uncle with chopsticks dipped in wine, which established the foundation at a young age.

Later, he became a bad boy, and nine of the ten troubles he caused were caused by being drunk.

During these days in the mountains, although I had plenty of food and clothing, I could endure it for a day or two without drinking. But as time went by, my heart felt like a hundred claws scratching my heart.

Suddenly I felt my mood was waning and I couldn't wait to collect a bunch of wild fruits and planned to make my own wine.

Sure enough, it failed. The threshold for making wine is not low. Without koji, the success rate of DIY is zero.

Although the mountain spring water is sweet, it becomes more and more bland when you drink it. Finally, after eating dried minced meat for a few days, your mouth blisters and gets angry.

"It must be because there is no wine to drink."

Zhong Sheng couldn't help it anymore and thought of taking an adventure and going out to find some wine.

Maybe I think about it during the day and dream about it at night.

That night, Zhong Sheng dreamed that he was sitting in front of a bonfire, biting a dog's leg, and sighed, "There is wine but no meat."

Immediately, the aroma of wine wafted in, and I felt sleepy on my pillow.

The aroma of this wine stirs up the internal organs and makes people salivate. Even the fine wine from the Prefecture is far inferior to it.

Zhong Sheng started drinking after weaning, and until now, he has never encountered such good wine.

In the direction from which the aroma came, a white-headed old man held a wine jar and waved to him, indicating that he should come over to drink.

Zhong Sheng was in a daze, following the scent step by step, unaware of the danger.

When I walked in and rubbed my eyes, I saw that this old man was not good looking, with white hair all over his face, he was thin and wretched, and he looked like a skinny monkey.

He thought he couldn't drink for free, so he handed over the barbecue in his right hand, signaling a fair deal.

The white-headed old man moved his nose, smelled the aroma of barbecue, his eyes lit up, and he desperately waved him over.

Zhong Sheng climbed over the wall and reached out to receive the wine jar across the road from Juma. The old man with white hair on the opposite side suddenly stood up.

The thin and thin Gan Yuan's body suddenly stretched out, his arms popped out, and he struck like lightning.

With a bang, the wine jar fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Zhong Sheng backed away in a hurry, lowered his head subconsciously, and a sharp object stabbed his forehead, causing severe pain.

The next moment, he woke up.

Zhong Sheng rubbed his eyes and looked around. The low mud house was the size of the Earth Temple and could only be climbed in and out.

That's right, I have been sleeping in the house, and I was dreaming just now.

I struggled to get up and washed my face with a handful of mountain spring.

Yesterday’s dream was so vivid that I still have lingering fears.

He didn't notice that a touch of pink spread quietly at the bottom of the sink.

"Huh?"

Although there are no conditions for hearing the chicken dance in the mountains, you still have to practice swordplay every morning.

Just as Zhong Sheng was about to start, he suddenly smelled the aroma of wine coming from outside the wooden wall.

For a moment, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

The aroma of wine that I smelled in my dream was this smell. Why did it happen in reality?

With his heart pounding, Zhong Shengyi was brave enough to climb over the high wall and stand in the dreamland place in his memory.

There was a ball of white hair hanging on the thorns that rejected the horse, reminding him of the white-headed old man he saw in his dream.

The strongest aroma of wine comes from a few broken pottery pieces on the ground. When put together, it turns out to be...a wine jar.

Right, everything is right, the old man and the wine jar seen in the dream are all real.

Even yesterday's dream was not a dream at all.

Zhong Sheng touched his forehead with his finger, just above his right eyebrow. The scar was real.

When I fell asleep last night, I almost became one-eyed.

Looking at the broken pottery pieces at the feet, there is still a shallow pool of blue spring, and the aroma of wine is fragrant.

It’s like a dream, like an illusion, but also fake but real.

At this moment, he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality. He only felt that he was still in a dream and still hadn't woken up.

After thinking about it, he picked up the pottery pieces and was reluctant to throw away the liquid that looked like wine inside, and poured it into the pottery jar.

The pottery vat is filled with wild fruits and clear water. It is the product of failed winemaking, a vat of bad water.

He suspected that the old man left the wine and marked it with the scent, and would come again tonight.

At night, Zhong Sheng held the hilt of his sword upside down, with the spine of the sword close to his body, ready to draw it out at any time to injure the enemy.

That night, I didn’t see the old man coming or going. After midnight, the wind blew loudly and raindrops fell immediately.

The trees in the mountain swayed, and the thousands of branches and leaves swayed crazily like the claws of evil spirits.

The cooing of night owls, mixed with the wind and rain, slapped on the already weak wooden door of the mud house.

Zhong Sheng sat still, mud and water dripping from his head, hitting his face and body.

There was a crackle, and there was a sound of branches breaking in the distance, fearing that they would hit the ground.

A nest of old crows screamed pitifully, obviously suffering from the fish in the pond.

Rumbles, waves surged, earth and rocks collapsed, there were ebbs and flows, and the violent sound of water dragons turning over was heard endlessly, and it was even very close at one time.

Thousands of disturbances rise and fall, eventually becoming silent.

After a night of wind and rain, I opened the door and saw that it was sunny outside.

The situation is not good. Most of the high wall was destroyed by flash floods. The only good thing is that the mud house was not affected.

The trenches have been filled in, and all overt and covert traps have been destroyed.

After working so hard for so long, a heavy rain hit and everything was wiped out.

Zhong Sheng sighed, "It's over. How can I stop the enemy now?"

After the storm, the scorching sun hit him, making him upset.

Ding dong.

The sound of water rippled in the pottery jar. He turned around and kicked it over.

Suddenly, the aroma of wine hit my nostrils, and the sole of my foot hit the cylinder and stopped instantly.

What was originally a tank of rancid water changed drastically overnight after adding the residual liquid.

The turbid sewage turned green and transparent, and the aroma of wine was exactly the same as in the dream.

"I understand."

Zhong Sheng slapped his forehead. The effect of the residual liquid was like natural distiller's yeast. After a night of brewing, the sour water turned into good wine.

The wine-making process that originally failed became a success by accident.

His throat was crawling, and he couldn't bear the wine!

"A trap, it must be a trap."

He thought that the other party had given him wine in his dream, and it was a top-notch wine. He must have had bad intentions.

Don't be fooled. Now you are alone in the mountains. If you are drunk, don't you think you are at the mercy of others?

After a while...

“It smells so good.”

Zhong Sheng confirmed that it was not poisonous, sent away the rabbit that tested the poison, scooped up a bowl of wine and drank it.

As all experienced drinkers know, the first bowl of wine can only satisfy your craving, and the second bowl is where you start to appreciate the taste.

The wine was stronger than he imagined, and before he could take the second bowl, he was already soft and drunk.

The wine bowl fell to the ground, and a little residual liquid at the bottom of the bowl dripped down the edge and seeped into the soil.

Night falls quietly, and a flash of white light emerges, crossing the Juma high wall washed away by the flash flood, walking briskly, as if walking on flat ground.

The white shadow stood up, the mountain wind blew by, and the white hair flew around. It looked at Zhong Sheng's closed eyes and felt embarrassed.

There's no place to start!

Zhong Sheng's face was flushed, the smell of alcohol came to his face, and he looked as drunk as mud.

Bai Ying was impatient, stretched out his hand to scratch his chin, jumped over Zhong Sheng, and his target was the cellar where the food was stored.

At this moment, it was in mid-air and jumped directly above Zhong Sheng.
Chapter completed!