Just after ten days of drinking, Liu An’s wife came in with a newly burned charcoal basin and said:

"The dark clouds on the mountainside became dark in the afternoon, and now it is really snowing as heavy as goose feathers."

When everyone heard this, they looked outside the house, and sure enough, there were snowflakes covering the sky.

The old Taoist looked at the snowy scene, drank warm wine, and ate bacon. He felt that it was quite elegant, so he accepted everyone who came to propose a toast, and everyone praised him for his generous amount.

Cheng Yu, who was on the roof outside the house, listened and smiled in his heart.

In his previous life, the fat man was over 1.8 meters tall and weighed around 200 kilograms. Liquor weighed one kilogram. This ancient fruit wine, which had a higher alcohol content than beer but had a limited content, was no problem for him.

The old Taoist had a cup on the left and a cup on the right, drinking and chatting with the dealers.

When the topic of the tragic death of the former village boss Qian Duofu came up, the drunken old man couldn't help but compose a poem:

"The cicada wakes up before the golden wind moves,

Conspiracy against impermanence and death without knowing it.

Good and evil will be rewarded in the end,

Just try to come early or come late."

"Okay!"

"Okay!"

"As expected, the old immortal has a profound teaching and a well-spoken way of speaking."

The dealers kept cheering, and the old man took a sip of wine with a happy face.

Cheng Yu outside the house chuckled in his heart, Ming Xianji can still carry this guy.

Jia Fei on the side felt that these four lines of poetry were quite reasonable, and he couldn't help but respect this old immortal.

I drank until half past the second watch that night, and the snow outside the house was as deep as my calves.

The bankers who were accompanying the wine bid farewell to the old god one after another, supported each other shoulder to shoulder, and walked towards their respective homes through the snow.

It's completely white outside, and you can see clearly without using a torch.

Cheng Yu and Jia Fei leaned together and nestled on the roof of Zhuangtou's house. The big orange cat had fallen into a deep sleep. It was snowing heavily tonight, the sky was full of dark clouds, and there was no moon.

There are several series of footprints on the snow, extending outward from Zhuangtou's house.

Those were the fresh footprints left by the bankers who were accompanying the wine when they went home in the snow just now.

Two of them walked hand in hand, humming a small tune and walking crookedly forward.

"It's getting dark in the first watch...

Reach out and touch the tip of Miss’s nose..."

When the two of them were getting excited about singing, they suddenly saw something standing in the middle of the road ahead.

The two walked to the front, and taking advantage of the vast snow all around, they could see clearly what was blocking the road.
Chapter completed!