A large wine word in a linen cloth with a white background and red letters seemed particularly eye-catching in the wilderness. The wine flag rustled under the wind. The wine bar next to the wine word was more than one foot wide and more than four feet long. The bamboo plaque with gray edges and black paint bottoms read three crooked words "Qibulou". Compared with the bustling day before, the Qibulou at this moment seemed too deserted. There was almost no one around, and only some panic figures were in and out of this not-so-large restaurant.

Four bartenders were carrying square tables, benches, wine jars and other debris into several ox carts. From time to time, there were crisp sounds of cups and plates falling down. It seemed that these people didn't care about these broken houses. In order to get out of here as soon as possible, these people couldn't even take care of a jar for kimchi in the corner that three people couldn't hold together.

At this moment, a clear and energetic figure slowly came towards Qibulou. The person was in his thirties, with a pretty face, tall figure, and a national face. There was a style that could not be concealed from the inside out. It only made people sigh that this person seemed to have long and short feet, and he walked limply, like a thin tumbler. On his right hand, which was bursting blue veins, was pinching a sheep-head crutch that was level with his shoulders, and seemed to be the only way to stabilize his uneven and shaky figure. He had a wine gourd on his left waist with a very broken mouth. He tied a short knife that was extremely disproportionate to his seven-foot figure on his right waist, and a pair of bulging bags were slung on his right shoulder.

Every time the visitor took hundreds of steps, he stopped and placed the sheep-headed crutch under his armpit to support his body, then took the wine gourd from his left waist, and poured a few sips of wine into his mouth to stop for a while. It was a coincidence that, at the place dozens of steps outside the Qibulos, the last drop of wine from the wine gourd slipped into his thirsty throat, unable to satisfy the wine worm that was gradually drilling out from each pore, he looked up at the Qibulos that closed and moved next to him, and walked in slowly.

"Where did the wild man come from? Didn't you see us closing? If you want to buy wine, it's best to walk back. There are dangerous mountains and forests in front. It's not peaceful inside recently. If you're in trouble later, don't blame me for not reminding you."

The thin man ignored the bartender who came up to meet him. Instead, he picked up a bench from the ox cart next to him, patted his butt and sat down calmly.

"I said you don't understand human words or what, I kindly remind you, don't be ungrateful, go away quickly and don't interfere with your moves."

"I'll sit down and take a break and leave." The man took off the bag on his shoulder and placed it on the bench next to him. The crutch leaned against the side, and the short knife moved awkwardly from his waist. The bartender, who had originally disregarded himself, stared at the bulging bag and looked at it. With his many years of ability to see people and recognize things, he immediately knew that there was a solid hard product in the bag placed casually next to him. When he turned around and went to the man four again, he and the man were all in the bag.

When he looked at each other, the evil thought that had just emerged was immediately swept away. The cold light from the other party's deep eyes immediately made him sweat. When he glanced at the other party's long and short feet again, he was so itchy that he immediately returned to his original courage. He secretly winked the other three people around him who were busy and busy. The three of them rolled up their sleeves and put their hips on their hips, and glared at them.

"There are still half a jar of good wine that has not been finished here. Do you want to give you a few cents?"

"I'm afraid this is not good if you have not passed by your shopkeeper?"

"The coward found out that the momentum was not right a few days ago. He had already run away with his mummy family with money. When he left, he didn't even say hello. He owed his brother several months of monthly money to not pay. If he asked his brothers to meet him again, he would have to chop him up and feed the wolf in the mountains. Damn, how much money do you think these broken tables and stools are worth?"

"Hahaha." The man laughed dryly, but did not speak up. He seemed to be unaware of the other three people who were slowly approaching.

"Do you buy wine?"

"I'm afraid your wine is not clean, and the blind bears in the mountains can drink it. I'm afraid I can't drink it. After I drink it, wouldn't I really become blind?"

"You are so ungrateful, you might as well go around and inquire. Our Qibulou is famous for being clean. You have to drink this wine if you don't drink it today."

"The Qibulou was clean before. If you four are bosses, then I can't say that. I won't be able to eat here with you. You are asking for money. I only have a small request. I see that there is still half a cooked goose on the chopping board, a chicken, and a bacon. You cut them all and put them on a table for me. By the way, I will pick up the wine you just mentioned. When I get to the King of Hell, I won't become a starving ghost. If you dare to force me, I'm afraid I have to ask the knife behind me and kill one or two of you. I'm still seventy-seven sure."

The man didn't know when he held the short knife behind him in his hand, and slashed at the inverted four-sided table on the ox cart next to him with a shout.

The blade left a neat cut mark on the base of the table, and there was no scene of wood chips flying everywhere. Just as the four of them hit the courage to approach again, the base of the table was broken into two pieces with a slight noise. The four of them looked at the base of the table that fell to the ground and were about to turn around and escape.

A thunderous sound made the four people's feet seem to have roots, and they could never take a step again: "Whoever dares to run now will be the same as this table-legged one."

The four bartenders were completely scared at this moment. They knelt in front of the long and short-legged man with a pounce, begging: "Brothers don't know Mount Tai, I hope the heroes will forgive me."

"Why don't you arrange what I just said to eat and drink? Come two and carry me to the table over there. The rest will restore these tables, benches, wine jars, and dishes to me. When I eat and drink comfortably, will you move again? Don't worry, you won't lose any penny. You can eat and live with me these days, don't think about putting sweat medicine into the wine, don't make yourself unhappy."

The two sturdy men immediately stood at both ends of the bench made by the man. However, they were so vigorous that their faces flushed, but they could not move the bench and the man on the bench.

The man bent down and picked up the foot next to him that had just been cut off by a knife, knocked the heads of the two tired men who were panting twice, and smiled and said, "Even a thin man like me who is more than 90 pounds can't lift it up, and I'm still learning to cut the path. Do you really think you have a long life?"

"Good hero, please spare me. The young man will never dare to do it anymore. The young man knows that he is wrong."

"You go and fill the gourd with wine, and you can help bring the rest of your house out of the car. I will go there and wait for you to have wine together. Today you meet me, how much blessing will you have in your previous life?"

"You can enjoy it all the time, and you don't need it. With your face words, you will be content."

"What are you talking about? How many more meals can you eat?"

"Hero, how can you go back on your word? Did you say that you let me go just now?" The four of them were so scared that their faces looked like earth. At this moody lame man, the four of them kowtowed their heads to the ground, which made the man who was laughing and crying beside them feel a headache.

"Who said I'm going to kill you? A bunch of idiots. You're clean these days. Don't say I didn't remind you. None of you who have been here these days can afford to offend these people. If you want to save your life, just pretend to be deaf and dumb. Be good at bartenders. Okay, don't beg grandpa and surrender, and you'll be on the table to drink and eat meat."

The next meal was in a very unusual atmosphere. The man drank like a cow, and occasionally gave a mouthful of big meat into his mouth. There were constant ding-dong sounds from the dishes next to him. It turned out that the bartenders holding chopsticks were trembling constantly. All this seemed to have not affected the man's elegance. He still snored happily: "You two go to the town to buy some wine after eating. When you come back from cooked food, you may have a lot of customers these days. The money you earn is enough for you to drink a pot."
Chapter completed!