The War of Resistance

"This wine is really good wine. I don't know if it's boring the donkey or burning the knife?" Old Huo Tou in the dining room was crouching in front of the wine cup and smelling the aroma of the wine.

His nostrils are moving, his eyes are constantly twitching, and it feels as if his saliva is about to flow into the wine cup.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like my brother's family is really good! You guys don't know, do you? The rich people here drink from wine cups like the old brother's family. Only we poor people drink from big bowls." !" After old Huotou's lips and nose left the white porcelain wine cup, everyone thought he was going to drink, but he started talking again.

"Brother, you don't know that I was a leader in the army. I became a leader because of my age. Hehe, wine, it's really good wine. How can there be a cooking squad leader who doesn't like drinking? ?” Old Huo was so eloquent, he continued chatting.

But at this time, the old man sitting next to old Huotou, who has the same wrinkled eyes as old Huotou, is already cursing in his heart, you have said so much nonsense, you are drinking so fast ah! Could it be that Lao Deng saw that his group was a little strange?

In Northeast dialect, Lao Deng means old guy. If you are swearing at someone, you will add another word before "Deng".

At this time, the old man hated old Huo so much that he himself forgot that he was actually an old man too!

"You guys are all hungry too, how about we wait for your brother while eating?" The old man saw that all the soldiers of the Northeast Army were salivating at the food on his table, but no one moved their chopsticks to drink. , I was also anxious.

If it is reasonable to say that since the banquet was ready, Qian Chuan'er and Er Hanzi went out to find Shang Zhen, which took some effort.

It's just that everyone in the Northeast Army is hungry but no one moves their chopsticks. As the master, the old man really can't understand why!

"I don't know which one of you is the chief executive. Why bother to make everyone hungry? If you say something, everyone will eat it?" The old man was worried, but on the surface he pretended to be extremely enthusiastic. He started Inductively.

It's just that the old man didn't expect that when he mentioned the word "sir", the expressions of everyone in the Northeast Army would become weird again.

If you are hungry, you must be hungry, but since you are not hungry to the point of shamelessness, you can't eat this meal, and you must not drink wine.

Who is the officer?

If old Huo Tou could be called the chief of their group, that group of people only looked after Old Huo Tou.

And Old Mao Wang is naturally the chief of his group, but the problem is that these two chiefs don't have the right to order meals now!

But who is to blame for this? Who told them to hand over the power of the supreme executive to Shang Zhen?

When Qian Chuan'er dragged Er Hanzi out earlier, he said half a sentence, which undoubtedly meant that you fooled Shang Zhen into being the leader, and now you eat without waiting for others, there is no such thing as you!

What do you call pointing your finger under your forehead? That's called face!

People need face and skin, old Huotou and Shang Zhen have a good personal relationship, and Shang Zhen has always been Wang Laomao's subordinate, why do you think these two officers have the nerve to eat with a fork?

"Why don't you guys have a drink first?" Although the old man was anxious in his heart, the smile on his face became more and more kind.

Following his words, he saw that old Huo Tou really lifted the wine cup.

But just when he thought that old Huotou was going to take the lead in drinking, the old Huotou didn't drink the wine even though he smelled the aroma, but just fiddled with the wine cup, but you continued to mutter: "Tsk tsk, old brother, your wine cup is not small Ah, I'm afraid it can hold five dollars, right?

Drinking from a wine cup is the most important consideration for a person's alcohol capacity. If you drink from a bowl, you can know how many bowls you have drunk, but this wine cup, you can drink too much! "

As soon as the old man heard what Old Huo said, he hurriedly said: "Toast the hero with strong wine, if you use the small wine cup of two yuan and three yuan, how can you let the brothers drink with pride?"

Because the old Huo talked a lot, the old man had been observing the old Huo like a chatterbox, so he didn't notice that when the old Huo said these words, the expression of the old man Wang changed suddenly. Think about it.

At this moment, Old Huo slightly tilted the wine glass towards the window.

The way of hospitality is all about "full glass of wine, half cup of tea."

The wine must be filled to the brim, which is a sign of hospitality and respect, and the tea needs to be half full, because the hot tea may scald the guests.

Just because the wine cup was full, old Huo tipped the wine cup lightly, and the wine in the wine cup overflowed a little and dripped onto the table.

Seeing this situation, the old man next to him was shocked.

"It's all brewed from grain. It's a sin, a sin!" Today, for some reason, the old Huo Tou was extraordinarily garrulous. This looks like an alcoholic alcoholic!

Old Huo, who took two sips of wine, sighed again, "It's nothing!" Then he raised his head and Kaba looked at the old man who was about his own age.

At this time, the old man also felt that something was wrong with old Huo.

The two are about the same age, if one is an old fox, the other is an old cunning!

Reluctant that the child would not be able to trap the wolf after all, the old man sighed in his heart, but his face was blooming like flowers, but his so-called flowers were all the wrinkles on his face.

"Look at it, look at it, my wine is really a small brew made of pure grains. If you don't drink it, then I, the host, will do it first as a respect!" The old man stretched out his hand and put it away. The wine cup in front of him really poured into his mouth.

It was a five-cent wine cup, and there was quite a lot of wine in it, but the old people saw that the old man really seemed to be drinking something, like fine nectar, moving slowly but resolutely, and he even drank "嗞" One sound!

Just based on his drinking posture, he looks like a drunkard!

"The wine in the customs is soft, thick and long-lasting. If you say that the wine is good wine, but we outside the customs don't recognize that, let's just recognize one. The spicy one is good wine! This wine is strong!" The old man put down the wine cup Then exclaimed.

And in his admiration, someone couldn't help it, who? Look at the mountains!

A person who refuses to give his all in war is usually a lazy and slippery person, and Hou Wangshan is just like that.

Seeing that Shang Zhen didn't enter the house for a long time, Hou Wangshan couldn't bear it anymore, not to mention he didn't recognize Shang Zhen as the boss in his heart!

So Hou Kanshan took a sneak peek at Wang Laomao, seeing that Wang Laomao didn't pay attention to himself, he also picked up the wine cup in front of him, and drank all the wine in the wine cup with his neck raised!

"Wow, it's really good wine, what a trip!" Hou Wangshan praised after drinking the wine.

The so-called "fire line" means that the wine is very strong, and after drinking, there is a feeling of being stimulated by alcohol from the mouth to the esophagus to the stomach.

"Fresh, this is the person from our Northeast corner!" The old man admired without losing the opportunity.

Of course he hoped that the people in the seat would drink quickly, but he was disappointed. Most of the officers and soldiers of the Northeast Army were looking at Old Huo Tou.

And that old Huo was smiling but not smiling, although he played with the wine glass but never drank the wine.

By this time, the old man who was sitting east was already. Electricity is getting worse.

Feeling bad, he turned back, what did he turn back for? That was him looking at the three men he had brought into the house.

It's just that he also turned his head, and before he could wink at his three subordinates, the door was pulled open with a "squeak".

Shang Zhen finally came back.

Everyone saw that Shang Zhen straddled his flower mechanism across his shoulders, and the muzzle of the gun was also pointing forward, but with his appearance, he was like that foolish bastard, and no one took it seriously Son.

It's just that when Shang Zhen turned back and closed the door again, something happened. He suddenly picked up the flower mechanism and pointed at the old man!

"This is a beard den, no one should drink!" Shang Zhen shouted in a low voice.

Hearing what Shang Zhen said, everyone was startled, and then jumped up instinctively. As for the three subordinates behind the old man, they all touched his waist.

But they were too late after all. When Wang Laomao stood up and turned around, a plate of stewed pork noodles was placed on the face of one of them, and at this time, the flower mechanism in Qiu Bo's hand also pointed to the remaining one. Two people!

"If you don't want to die, just take your hands from my waist!" Qiu Bo shouted.

Except for Qiu Bo, the soldiers he brought all used rifles.

It is impossible to carry a rifle with you while drinking, and the rifles are all leaning against the wall, so the soldiers ran to the wall to reach for their guns.

But at this moment, the people in the room heard a "plop", and everyone looked at it together, and saw Hou Wangshan fall down from the stool he was sitting on.

"The wine is poisonous!" Chen Hanwen exclaimed.

"Fart poison? It's just sweat medicine!" Old Huo Tou, who was standing up from his seat at this time, said contemptuously.