Next, things developed in the direction that Fang Jin least wanted to see.
The people present stood up one after another, everyone composed a poem, and soon it was a round.
People's eyes focused on Fang Jin.
"What should I say, Mr. Fang? Should I choose to drink or write poetry?"
The last person who finished the poem looked at Fang Jin and said with a smile: "With Mr. Fang's huge amount, it's only 9 cups, no problem, right?"
Fang Jin's mouth twitched.
What's wrong? Just drink 9 cups of white and you'll be fine.
"Then, I'll compose a poem."
In the end, Fang Jin chose to compromise: "I just wrote a poem to warn people to cherish food, and the poem was called "Compassion for the Farmers."
In the gradually exaggerated expressions of everyone, an excellent poem came out from Fang's mouth: "At noon on the day of hoeing..."
Not surprisingly, this is definitely an excellent poem that deserves to be circulated and promoted. While those present were shocked by Fang Jin's talent, they also became more determined to squeeze Fang Jin dry.
There must be a lot of good stuff in this kid's belly. We have to find a way to get him to take it out. Hiding it will definitely not work!
After Fang Jin finished composing the poem, the situation reached a deadlock.
Because everyone had written poems and had a chance to rest, the banquet could not go on.
So, everyone made a new rule: if everyone composes a poem, they will have a drink together to celebrate.
Everyone stood up enthusiastically and laughed loudly.
Then, a new round of drinking and writing poetry began.
Different from the previous round, Fang Jin was called no less than 5 times in this round, and Fang Jin took out 3 more poems.
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Kang Lieguang and others' eyes were opened, because each of these poems was the best of the best. It was hard to imagine that this kind of poetry would appear in this era.
"No more, old gentlemen, I really have no more."
Faced with everyone's fierce offensive, Fang Jin had to beg for mercy: "If you don't do this, how can you specifically target me? This is so unfair."
"What's wrong with you?" A person on the field said: "You've only been called out 56 times, and you only drank two or three glasses of wine. But I've been called out no less than ten times. To say that you were called out on that person."
It’s also aimed at me, right?”
Fang Jin was speechless.
Good guy, these old guys have even taken this point into consideration, right?
After that, Fang Jin was called out again and again, and he took out a few poems and drank a lot of wine.
Drunkness hit him, and Fang Jin started to feel a little dizzy.
"... Comrade Xiao Fang should be the next one."
Hearing an impatient voice, Fang Jin was stunned for a moment without any response.
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A very immature and bold idea appeared in Fang Jin's dizzy mind.
"...Comrade Xiaofang? Are you okay?"
"I think he drank a little too much. Let's jump over Xiao Fang first, and then call him after he recovers..."
"No need to wait!" Fang Jin shouted: "I'll drink!"
Fang Jin's immature and bold idea was to stop writing poems and just drink. When he was done drinking, he would pretend to be dead to scare them so that they would not do this again in the future.
I'm such a clever little guy.
Fang Jin stood up unsteadily. He didn't know whether he was really drunk or just pretending. He stammered when he spoke: "Since you called me, then, I definitely can't run away. I have to drink."
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As he spoke, he raised his head, and a small glass of cool wine flowed into his throat.
The wine is good, does not hurt the throat and does not induce vomiting. The wine glass is also very small. Even if it is filled with wine, it is not even half a tael. Therefore, even if Fang Jin has drank many glasses, he can still maintain a relatively clear consciousness.
Seeing that Fang Jin chose to drink, the others were a little disappointed.
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To be honest, the purpose of holding this poetry reception is for Fang Jin, or should I say, for Fang Jin's excellent poems.
The people present were all experienced and well-informed people. Most of them loved poetry and even lived for it, so they attached great importance to poetry.
This was the first time in their lives that they encountered such a great treasure as Fang Jin. Such exquisite poems were taken out as soon as they were asked. It was simply unheard of.
After seeing Fang Jin compose good poems time and time again with their own eyes, everyone firmly believed that he had to force Fang Jin to take out the poems. Otherwise, when would he be able to obtain so many excellent poems?
See the light of day?
Everyone looked at Fang Jin with awe, enthusiasm, and blame. Why didn't Fang Jin take the initiative to promote his poetry even though he was so capable?
Fang Jin was too lazy to interpret everyone's looks, just one word, "Fuck!"
You are a group of old guys who are pushing your nose and face, today I will release another me, and it will not be finished until you are drunk!
The banquet below became very simple and rough, and Fang Jin started to fight with these old guys.
"Mr. Fang, please write a poem..."
"Sorry, I really don't have any more poems. I'd better drink."
"Comrade Xiaofang..."
"It's all in the wine."
"..."
"Stop talking, I'll drink."
Watching Fang Jin pouring down one cup after another, everyone who was also a little drunk was aroused to have a bad temper.
You're a good boy, you can play this set for me, right?
If you don't punish your bad habits today, we will have lived in vain for a long time.
So everyone stopped pretending, regardless of the rules and regulations, and started drinking with Fang Jin.
Fang Jin had a drink, and everyone else also had a drink, and the atmosphere was very lively.
After drinking for a long time, Fang Jin was still drunk even though the glass was not big, but he drank more often. His consciousness of autonomy was gradually lost, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all, and he drank one glass after another.
Pour hard.
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While drinking, Fang Jin felt his stomach churn, he lowered his head and vomited with a loud sound.
Everyone squinted their drunken eyes, a little confused.
What kind of movement is this?
What happened?
Fang Jin raised his head and said calmly: "Come on, come on!"
After vomiting, Fang Jin felt much better instantly. There was a lot of space in his stomach and he felt confident.
So, he said to everyone arrogantly: "Today I will put my words aside. When it comes to drinking, none of you can do it."
As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately exploded.
"Huh? Are you so confident? Let's fight for one?"
"Xiao Fang drank too much, right? You can't say this even if you drink too much."
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"The last thing I want to hear is someone saying I'm a bad drinker. I'll do it first!"
"..."
The banquet suddenly changed due to Fang Jin's provocation, and no one mentioned any more poems, because in everyone's minds, Fang Jin would not write poems again until he was drunk.
Fang Jin was already drunk and had no consciousness. In short, he only had one idea in his mind: knock them all down!
Fang Jin is the type of person who gets more excited the more he drinks. The drunk Fang Jin is completely different from Fang Jin. He treats the wine as cold water and pours it down like he's dying.
Most of the people on the field were elderly people. How could they withstand such a violent bombardment? Each and every one of them was knocked down by Fang Jin.
In this way, the fierce battle continued for a while, and soon some people couldn't stand it and were killed.
The host arranged entertainment and dragged those who couldn't do it away without affecting the progress of the battle at all.
The hosts were standing by, and once they saw someone waving their hands, they would immediately take them off the field.
After a while, there were very few people left on the field.
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Fang Jin was completely numb, he couldn't even open his eyes, and the only feeling throughout his body was the urgency to urinate.
"No, no, no, you can't pee in your pants..."
Fang Jin stood up unsteadily and wanted to release himself, but as soon as he got off his seat, he flopped to the ground.
The waiter on the side quickly stepped forward to help Fang Jin up. When he heard Fang Jin keep muttering, "Just find a tree, just find a place where no one is around," they guessed that Fang Jin had urinated and drank too much.
, and took him to the toilet.
Entering the bright white bathroom, Fang Jin closed his eyes and leaned against the door of the toilet stall.
I feel dizzy and can no longer feel my body.
With the last shred of reason, Fang Jin completed the work of draining the water, then pulled down his pants, fell to the ground drunk, and could not get up again.