Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Soldiers are honored with meritorious deeds.

It is even more difficult to make meritorious deeds in peaceful times. Now that you can make meritorious deeds by drinking alcohol, it is undoubtedly a good thing. It is strange that these soldiers do not stare.

So there was a quarrel in a few words.

General Chen saw that he had to suppress the situation, so don't do it, there are still two ordinary people here.

"What are you doing! It's against the sky! Sit down for me, I haven't finished my sentence yet. Drinking can be opened up today, but I want to remind everyone to be aware of it, and don't try to force it down when you can't drink anymore. , although the wine belongs to the public, but the life belongs to oneself, don't drink your nose, do you hear me?"

"heard it!"

"Elect me a representative from each table first, and then have the final battle. The first three will follow me, and the rest will go back wherever they came from. Comrades health workers, keep your eyes open for me to see who can't do it. Hurry up and stop it for me, and nothing will happen."

There are five wine tables and a hygienist for each wine table, sitting on the side and staring at each other.

"Okay! It's two hours, let's start!"

As soon as it started, the people on the five wine tables raised their wine glasses almost at the same time, and only one person didn't.

Of course it was Chen Dao, he looked at the person at the same table suspiciously: "You just do it when you come up? That's not how you drink wine."

But everyone raised their glasses, so he had no choice but to raise his glass.

Sixty-two degrees of Erguotou, about one or two half cups, and the people at the five wine tables all serve first as a respect.

"Grandma... Chief! Isn't the army not allowed to drink alcohol? Do you think this is..."

"Eat, even food can't stop your mouth." Zhu Guoxiong knew what Wan Feng wanted to say, so he interrupted Wan Feng before he finished speaking.

Of course, the army does not allow drinking, but isn't this a special case and a special treatment?

right! It is a special case.

In fact, Wan Feng still has something to say, that is, if one of them is drunk, will the person in charge be punished?

But Zhu Guoxiong didn't let him talk, so he didn't ask.

After drinking for three rounds, the conversation on the wine table began to increase.

A young officer beside Chen Dao asked Chen Dao, "Brother! I don't think you've seen that part of yours before."

Chen Dao didn't know his part, so he could only answer vaguely: "I'm in the technical department."

Today is mainly about wine, so the topic naturally shifts to wine.

"How much do you drink?"

"Seven or eight taels!" Chen Dao said modestly.

"Seven or eight taels? This is too common. I dare say that no one who can drink at this table can drink less than one catty. Your seven or eight taels may not be enough."

"It's okay, I'm the kind of marathon drinking method, which is relatively long."

"You only drink seven to eight taels, no matter how long you are, it's useless!"

Now three cups is nearly half a catty, and if there are three cups, the marathon runner should be confused.

"Little comrade, how much can you drink?"

"It's no problem to drink the two of you."

"Wow! You can drink a catty and a half!" Chen Dao feigned surprise.

"I'm from Shuchuan. My family owns a wine shop. Of course I can drink since I was a child."

"awesome."

"You shouldn't be able to drink like you at all. Are you not qualified at all? Why don't you go down now?"

The generals have said that only one person will be left at the end of each table, and three of the five will be selected in the end.

He can drink a catty and a half, enough to drink two catties of Zhang Beard and Li, but apart from the two of them, he may not be in the top three. If he wants to break through at table five, he must save some alcohol.

So, of course, one less is one.

Chen Dao shook his head like a rattle: "How is it possible, I think I can still fight."

"Would you like to fight with just seven or eight taels of alcohol? What are you thinking about!" The young man couldn't bear it anymore. You have self-knowledge, and seven or eight taels of alcohol will mess with it. It should have gone down long ago.

"Then who do you think will win?"

"The top two are of course Zhang Huzi and Li Erjin. They are the two most drinkable people in our army.

Everyone weighs two catties. "

"Except for them?"

"It should be me." The young officer was not humble at all.

Chen Dao hehe, you all took it, what am I doing here? travel?

"So I said you can go down."

"Until the last moment, who knows who will win, I always feel that I will get a spot, so I won't go until the end."

Then you fight, I will watch how you fall down.

With this mentality, the young officer sat beside Chen Dao and waited for Chen Dao to be the first to be eliminated.

But the strange thing is that he has already drank Wuxun now, and this old-looking old master doesn't seem to have any intention of drinking too much.

After five glasses of wine, it's already seventy-eight taels.

What about the agreed amount of seven or eight taels?

Chen Dao found that the young officer didn't even blink his eyes when he looked at him, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

"Didn't you say that you only measure seven or eight taels? Now it's all seven or eight taels. I don't think you're doing well."

"Ah! That's it, I forgot to say, seven or eight taels is to moisten the throat, and another seven or eight taels is to moisten the throat. The third seven or eight taels is to rinse the stomach."

As if seeing a ghost in daylight, the young officer murmured, "And then?"

"Then let's start drinking!"

"And then."

"Drink another four or five seven or eight taels without any pressure."

The young officer slammed his head on the table with a bang.

The hygienist who was staring at him immediately shouted: "Chief! This can't work!"

A roar came from table six: "Hold it down! Let him sober up."

The young officer raised his head abruptly: "I'm not drunk! I'm really not drunk! I can still drink!"

"That's what people who are drunk say." Chen Dao said unhurriedly.

So the young officer was framed out by two soldiers.

"Ah! I can still drink it. I haven't drunk a catty yet."

The person at the same table with Chen Dao looked at Chen Dao with strange eyes: "You really can still drink a few seven or eight taels."

"Is there something wrong?"

An officer across from Chen Dao took out an unopened bottle of Erguotou and put it in front of Chen Dao.

"If you can drink this bottle of wine in one breath, I will quit."

Chen Dao shook his head: "You guys think I'm stupid, when you run out of one bottle, he'll get another one, and I'll be the one who falls down."

"If you dry up this bottle, we will also quit."

Now the people on the table have already drank seven or eight taels. If Chen Dao fills up a bottle of wine, it will be nearly two catties.

They were defeated immediately with a two-jin amount, because none of them could drink this amount.

"Keep your word?"

Chen Dao looked at the other two people who did not express their views.

The two nodded.

Chen Dao was not hypocritical, he took the wine bottle and bit off the lid, and then poured a bottle of white wine into his stomach like drinking boiled water.

When he put down the wine bottle, he was surprised to find that there was no one at his table, leaving him alone.