"I'll accompany you." Ling Daikun followed a few steps and suddenly remembered something. He pulled out the key from the spring rope on his waist, hurriedly locked the door, and chased his son again.

Then he ran to the front to lead the way and said angrily, "I tell you that my fellow villagers are cheating on me, and I'm crying. You can't believe their nonsense. You can't give as much as they say. You must be willing to bargain."

"Then buy it for you." A rich generation like Ling Er would naturally have a hundred-dollar bill when he took it casually, which made Ling Daikun overjoyed.

The first thing he did when he entered the vegetable market was to go to the innermost store selling loose wines. He was a regular customer here, but not necessarily popular.

The boss who sells wine is a large middle-aged fat man. When he saw Ling Daikun open his mouth, he frowned.

"Hurry up, I'm going to buy vegetables, don't mix them with water." Ling Daikun deliberately rubbed the money in his hand and clattered.

He was really angry!

If you look at things that are low on people, he will make them look good sooner or later!

"I'll give you wine later, it's pure food," the boss took the wine scoop and poured wine into the bottle, while smiling, "We're always in love, I can still fool you."

If it weren't for the cash, he really didn't care about Ling Daikun. He basically came on credit every time he came. It was a little better in recent months, but he only made two or three taels of money.

Like this time, he had to suspicion.

After he sealed the mouth, Ling Daikun was worried, so he opened the lid, raised his nose and sniffed it at the mouth of the bottle, and then he pressed the lid with satisfaction and went up to the meat case.

The boss of the meat case saw Ling Daikun coming, and carried a piece of greasy meat in the groove and said, "Old Ling, is this for you?"

"That thing is fed to the dog, but the dog doesn't eat it, so you give it to me?" Ling Daikun was unhappy. The trough meat on the lower jaw was the most buried place on the pig. He had to clean it for a long time every time. Not to mention eating it, even the anger would make him full.

The boss of the meat case was stunned. What is the situation?

Don't you buy this thing every time?

Sometimes I feel sorry for you, and they are half sold and half given away, so why do I dislike you today?

"Give me all the hoofs and hairs, I'll go back and stew it, there's still time." He Ling Daikun was so kind to him. He saw the other party's little thoughts clearly, and he didn't give the other party a chance to speak. He threw ten dollars on the table!

Pick it up for me! Sure enough, the other party's performance was very satisfying. Not only did he pick up the money happily, but he also enthusiastically tied his two hooves on the rope and gave them to Mr. Ling's hands!

He held a trouser in one hand and wine in the other, and then bought some potatoes and peppers from the vegetable stall next to him, and then he returned home with satisfaction.

Ling Er followed him from beginning to end and said nothing.

Back at his residence, Ling Daikun squatted with pig's hooves under the eaves and peeled potatoes. The snow outside was still raging. As soon as it drifted to the edge of the pot, the heat coming out was melted clean.

The room was dark and humid, and the cold wind blew into the room from time to time. Ling Er had nowhere to hide, and it was useless to close the door, but it seemed even more depressing.

He raised his collar, shrank his neck, put his hands in his pocket, kept shaking his feet, freezing him to death!

This is where he has to admire his son, how does this ghost place live in!

Who dares to say that he has no perseverance?

Without some perseverance, I can’t live in this ghost place for even a day!

The hoof ginger was not stewed well and the rice had not been cooked yet, but this did not prevent Ling Daikun from drinking it himself first. He put the miscellaneous items on the bed and then moved the bedside table to a position close to the door, so that the person could just sit next to the bed.

He opened the drawer, found a pack of peanuts from it, opened the bag, put two wine cups and two pairs of chopsticks, and smiled at Ling Er, "We both have to go on."

Before Ling Er could hold the cup, he had already put it into his mouth. After pulling it down, he put a peanut in it.

Ling Er only smelled a little and felt it was difficult to swallow, but in order to keep warm, he still drank a little with his hair. It was really not good to drink. A ball of fire burned in his throat, and then rushed into his heart and lungs, burning a little painful.

I quickly sent a peanut into my mouth.

Seeing his son frowning, Ling Daikun poured a cup into his mouth and couldn't help but hum, as if he was a little demonstrative.

It’s obvious, son, you’re far worse than drinking with me!

"Half a pound is not a good wine, I will walk on the wall with one pound, and I will not walk on the wall with one pound and a half wall with one pound." He was so happy that he showed his uneven teeth.

"Drink yours." Ling Er couldn't help laughing, and then took another sip, "Why don't you say, Revolutionary Little Wine is drunk every day, eating it will ruin your intestines and stomach."

"It's not what you said. The revolutionary wine is drunk every day, and everyone's heads meet. When they see my wife, they say they are not drunk, and they can drink three big glasses!" Ling Daikun carefully corrected his son.

Ling Er shook his head helplessly and then said, "Drink until he's spicy, drink until he's haunted, walk and trip, get up in the middle of the night to find water, and regret it when he wakes up in the morning. Isn't this what you mean?"

"Nothing nonsense, I never get up at night after drinking, and I won't regret it." Ling Daikun sipped and another cup came to the bottom.

The pot had been rolling a few times. He grabbed Ling Er's hand and looked at his watch and said, "It's been more than an hour."

He took a pair of chopsticks, lifted the lid of the pot, inserted it into the meat, and said happily, "It's so rotten."

The air inlet of the stove was sealed and the pot was brought to the bedside table.

When Ling Er saw that he was going to cook, he waved his hand and said, "Don't cook anymore. If you are hungry, buy two big buns. It's time now, and it's too late to cook."

"See." Ling Daikun thought about it and felt reasonable.

Two pig's trotters, the father and son ate one.

After dinner, Ling Daikun wanted to lie on the bed for a while. Ling Er stopped him and asked him to pack up his things. Now he left. He didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a minute.

In order to prevent the remaining rice and flour from getting damp, Ling Daikun piled them on the bed, and the cooking utensils outside were also put into the house. Then he carefully put the plastic bags in the bedside table in his arms. After putting them in, he patted them again.

After he arrived at his son's house, he found that Ling Long, the Qiu brothers, Wang Gang and others were also there, full of dishes and wine.

Once again, I shrugged my nose habitually, and it’s good to drink!

The wine is not afraid of the deep alley, let alone the same room!

He was unhappy.

Grandma, who eats at his son's house?

It must be his son!

He has never eaten such a good dish or drank such a good wine!
Chapter completed!