Liu Ruiying could see from the skillful drinking movements of Grandma Xiong that even if she was not a drunkard, she would be a regular in the wine shop. However, he could not think of the difference between a regular in the wine shop and a drunkard. Perhaps the drunkard was more led by the nose by the wine shop. Knowing that he could no longer drink, he would faint and his stomach roll. However, when he saw the wine left in the cup and the pot, he seemed to hear the door roaring and forcing him to drink.

The last drinker drinks the wine of the last one, and it cannot make him happy, nor can he feel relaxed and comfortable. Instead, it is a sense of mission and pressure to complete the task. Liu Ruiying can't explain clearly whether drinking like this is for the sake of his life. However, there are quite a few people who drink like this in this winery.

He saw many people, who were already in pain and began to feel uncomfortable, but he was still unwilling to put down the wine glass in his hand, and it was even more violent than before.

After the pain, there was endless numbness. I poured wine like a dead tree without a soul and poured it into my mouth one by one. At that time, my mouth had been soaked in my wine, and the strong smell of wine became the norm in my mouth.

Something may have been difficult for people to accept, but if they do this thing every day and think about it every day, then before they know it, this thing will become a habit for this person and an accident in the eyes of others.

The same is true for alcohol. There is no difference between drunks and drunk people who love to drink in the eyes of outsiders. Only insiders understand the difference between their spiritual constraints and freedom.

Escape from reality and finding fun are worlds different.

A person who escapes from reality will not be happy even if he drinks alcohol. He may even lose the last chance of his escape from reality by drinking this wine.

Such people are irrational, but also sad.

People who love drinking are much more free. They are often very sober and will not get themselves drunk, but can taste the taste of fine wine. They can even wisely achieve their goals through wine.

Wine is an ordinary thing, and the unusual one is the drinker. Rather than drinking people, they are making wine, making the wine with their own unique experiences, either strong or soft. Each cup has its own unique flavor, and each mouthful has a different mood.

Drunk people are also venting their emotions and are also unique winemakers.

When they don’t drink, they cannot complete other tasks, so they make up for this sense of mission by drinking hard.

Drinking like this will really hurt.

Headache, stomachache, if you fall accidentally if you drink too much, your whole body will be hurt.

However, physical pain can always be recovered, but the debts and humility in the heart can only be dissolved little by little with wine.

Liu Ruiying picked up the wine glass and signaled to Grandma Xiong, wanting to have a drink with her.

But he found that there were already three empty wine pots on Grandma Xiong's table in such a short time.

She saw Liu Ruiying's gesture and asked the shopkeeper that the fourth one was coming. Then she took the wine pot and raised her head and drank it all.

As for the wine glass that was filled with wine before, it was still placed there, like a tribute from a sacrificial ceremony. It was sacred and inviolable.

After drinking the pot of wine, Grandma Xiong smiled at Liu Ruiying, and then asked for the fifth pot.

It seemed that she never used a wine glass to drink, so she picked up the wine pot and drank it all in one go. She drank it quickly and violently, which made the bystanders swallow unconsciously, and she empathized with the top-down spicy feeling.

It's just refreshing, it's the smell of wine in her mouth.

It is not until now that Liu Ruiying knows what Grandma Xiong said about lamp oil money.

It's not the ordinary lamp oil, but wine.

Extremely strong wine can be lit.

But using wine to light the lamp is too wasteful. I believe that only curious people have tried it, and no one regards this as a habit.

Since wine is used as lamp oil and the wine is drunk by Grandma Xiong, will Grandma Xiong become a lamp?

Or what exactly does she want to do with this and who she is?

After understanding this truth, Liu Ruiying felt that Grandma Xiong was unusual.

After drinking five pots of wine, she stood up again, hung the bamboo basket in the bend of her arms, and asked the cloth bag that had just filled the candy and fried chestnuts. It was strange that this cloth bag was originally sold with the candy and fried chestnuts, so where could it be collected?

But many people returned the cloth bags to Grandma Xiong. However, when they returned the cloth bags, they were all bulging and didn't know what they were loaded.

"It's all empty shells of chestnuts!"

Grandma Xiong saw Liu Ruiying's doubts and explained.

"The empty shell of chestnut?"

Liu Ruiying repeated Grandma Xiong's words, but in a questionable tone.

He really couldn't understand why these wineries had to put all the empty shells in the bag after eating the candy and stir-fried chestnuts and return them to Grandma Xiong.

"As the saying goes, I wish the soup to be used to make the original food. People from the Northwest Grassland Royal Court use dried cow dung to roast beef, which tastes surprisingly good. The reason why my candy fried chestnuts are better than Xu Ji's is not because the sugar I use is better, nor because my chestnuts are born better, but because the fire of my stir-frying chestnuts was born from the empty shells of the chestnuts last time."

Grandma Xiong said.

After hearing this, Liu Ruiying thought this statement was really novel!

Before this, he only read in books what he said: "Cooking beans into soup, and filtering beans into juice."

The verse of "The firewood burns under the cauldron, and the beans cry in the cauldron. "It was originally born with the same roots, why are they too anxious to fry each other?"

It means that the beans are boiled to make bean soup, but they want to filter out the residue of the beans and leave the bean juice to make the soup. The bean straw is burning under the pot, and the beans are actually crying in the pot. The beans and bean straws are originally grown on the same root. How can bean straws beans so urgently? This is used to describe people who are extremely close to each other and force each other.

Liu Ruiying could recite this poem when she was very young.

Because the gentleman in charge of teaching in the school of Zhongdu Chashi and the teacher told them that the bean and bean pod are the relationship between them and the ceremonial department, and the relationship between the people who were studying together in this school. In this way, they would like to comfort them to never force each other, betray each other, or harm each other. Bean pod and bean pod are equally important, and only by working together can they flourish together.

Liu Ruiying remembered this truth very firmly at that time, because the example of this gentleman was really vivid. Even though they didn't know what it means to sell, cheat, and force, they had seen and eaten beans and bean pods. Therefore, it is not difficult to imagine how cruel it would be to use bean pods to cook beans if they also had to perceive life.

However, it was precisely because of such a short poem that was spitted through the teacher's mouth that it took root in the hearts of these children and grew into towering trees in the future, avoiding a lot of trouble for the Zhongdu Check and Quarantine Department.

Let them have a boundary in their minds since they are careful, and even if they do something wrong in the future, they will always protect that inviolable boundary.

Therefore, even though many of the things that the Investigation and Information Department did are shameful, from its establishment to the present, there has been no real internal fighting in the Investigation and Information Department, or the precedent of betrayal for its own interests.

Grandma Xiong's words sounded very reasonable at first glance, but they completely overturned Liu Ruiying's firm understanding for so many years. It's like tying a person with a thick hemp rope, which can only turn him into an angry beast. However, if he blindfolded his eyes and deprived him of the way to absorb light, then you will become his only god.

The more abstract the state, the more difficult it is to enter. Therefore, whether it is during the dynasty or the current five kings, there are always the most people who paint, followed by the few people who write books and the few people who know the rhythm. Because the rhythm is the most abstract and the most elusive.

Just as Liu Ruiying was suffering from such an impact, Huanong walked alone on a road in Zhongdu City.

He did not carry a sword.

Because Liu Ruiying reminded him that if he did not have a reasonable identity, it would be very dangerous to wander around Zhongdu City with his sword. The Investigation Department and the Three Power Army would target him and cause trouble for him. However, Liu Ruiying also told him that Zhongdu City was very safe, and even without a sword, no one would hurt him.

This is the first time Huanong has gone out empty-handed.

His right hand was still in a half-clenched position, and his elbows were slightly bent, as if he was still holding a sword. The habit he had formed over the years could not be changed in a short time. However, he still listened to Liu Ruiying's words and did not carry a sword.

This is not because he obeyed Liu Ruiying's advice, but because he really didn't want to cause any trouble for his uncle. But the most essential thing is that Huanong was still worried that if he took his sword out to stroll around, he would find him first.

Many times, Huanong is willing to treat him as air.

He even did a lot of training for this.

For example, he deliberately slowed down his movements of eating and drinking, thinking that as long as he was slow enough, others would not be able to see his changes. But it was obvious that he failed. Not only did others not treat him as an air, but they would pay more attention than usual. Especially his uncle Liu Ruiying, he even reached out to touch his forehead and asked him if he was uncomfortable.

Since then, Huanong has learned not to deliberately.

Let everything happen naturally.

Although his words are still pitiful, he does not avoid having a normal communication with others when needed.

On this path, the lights are dim and the night looks even darker.

Huanong was walking on the dark road without any fear in his heart.

What other places will be darker than the mountains and forests at night?

Whenever night falls, the quiet trees in the day become strange, and the motionless stones will turn into hideous giant beasts.

But in Zhongdu City, none of these exist.

Therefore, Huanong really has nothing to be afraid of.

It is a rare thing for a young man with a pretty face, thin figure, well-dressed and mysterious temperament to walk alone on the dark road in Zhongdu City.

Especially his hands, his fingers were slender and his wrists were stable. He clenched his fists for a long time, but he didn't even get a drop of sweat from his hands.

There was a faint light at the end of this road, but it made Huanong suddenly scared... In Zhongdu City, he was a prodigal son. He was not familiar with every tree and every tree in this city, and any excitement in this city had nothing to do with him. But he remembered in his mind that in the dark night in the mountains and forests, if the light he saw was not the fire he lit, it must be the eyes of a beast.

Different experiences create different ideas.

The prodigal sons from the mountains are afraid of the lights as the eyes of beasts, while ordinary prodigal sons are also afraid of the sudden brightness in the dark because they always think of their previous home inadvertently. Behind the lights are the kindness of their mother, the smile of their beautiful wife, or the naughty children.

But since they have mothers, beautiful wives, and children, why do they still have to be prodigal sons and wander around? I'm afraid only they themselves know the answer.

Huanong followed the path and reached the bright lights.

The first thing I saw was a thin person but wearing an extremely wide blue robe. At the same time, through the window, I saw Liu Ruiying sitting in a winery drinking.

However, this person is more attractive to him than Liu Ruiying.

"What a couple of good swords!"

Huanong looked at the man in blue robe and said in admiration.

After hearing this, Lan Ba ​​Ren's face condensed, and the Adam's apple floated violently up and down a few times. Finally, he suppressed his throat and said a word with great difficulty:

"roll!"

But Huanong seemed to have not heard it, and still stared at the blue-robed guest with great enthusiasm.

Under his wide blue robe, there were two sharp swords that had been unsheathed. Although outsiders could not see it, Huanong could feel it.

Besides, these two swords were hidden in his blue robe rather than in his body.

The tip of the sword drooped and inserted it on the front of his thigh. The hilt of the sword was pushed into the gap between the two ribs, so that he had to be extremely careful every time he breathed, otherwise the two swords would fall out of his robe.

You can imagine how much pain this person suffered. However, he did not even frown, and even a drop of blood was not flowing.

He was already thin and had no extra blood all over his body. If the pain lasted for too long, he would become numb and unconscious.

"Your sword doesn't have a scabbard, it's a coincidence! I didn't have a sword before!"

Huanong walked two more steps closer and said.

He didn't care at all about how strange the sword of the man in the blue robe was hidden on his body. Instead, he felt that his sword was actually somewhat similar to his previous one.

The man in the blue robe wanted to drive Huanong away or tell him directly that his sword had a scabbard. As for why it was not available now, it was because it was inconvenient to have a scabbard sword, and he could not hide it in his body in this way and hide it under his robe.

But he didn't want to speak.

Because the opening of the mouth will break the numb touch, and the severe pain like a flood will instantly fill his body, making him faint on the spot.

Just now, I suppressed my mind and said the word "get out".

This is his limit at this moment.
Chapter completed!