This pissing posture.

Not only Yang Shun was stunned, but even the onlookers were excited.

He pointed at the coachman.

The coachman got up from the ground as if burning, walked to the curtain of the car and said to Yang Shun: "Sir, sir, this man, this man."

In front of everyone, the coachman felt like a ray of light on his back, and even his speech was not smooth.

"This man is too fierce."

"You'd better go and check it out yourself."

"He didn't listen to me at all, so he told me to get out."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Yang Shun responded softly.

He brought his face towel, walked out of the car in person, walked to the door again and knocked on the wooden door that was so worn and cracked.

I'm afraid that the wooden door will be a little more windy and will be able to shave the whole house directly.

Yang Shun raised his hand and knocked.

An impatient and drunken voice came from inside, "I told you to get out, don't you understand?"

After waiting for a while, no one opened.

Yang Shun continued to knock.

"It's not over yet."

Another sound of impatience came from the crack of the door.

Immediately afterwards, a big bearded drunk man blushed and pushed the door open with a blushing face.

His eyes were drooping, his eyes were filled with alcohol. He stared at Yang Shun with a swaying figure, and he pushed him hard, "What are you going to do?"

"Are you looking for trouble?"

"Tell you, I'm not afraid of you."

"I have been away from the gates of hell for a few years. You guys are still stinging them? I tell you, I am not afraid of those who are barefoot!"

He raised his chest and threatened with his tongue.

Yang Shun smiled, "Mr. Zhang, it seems that many people are coming to bother you."

"Don't you go, aren't you here to bother me?"

"roll."

After saying that, Zhang Yuan was about to close the door.

Yang Shun sneered: "Mr. Zhang, it would be too boring to drink without anyone to accompany him."

"Or what if I invite you to drink?"

"Let's stop when we get drunk?"

Zhang Yuan glanced at him with a blank look, "Which onion are you? Why should I drink it with me?"

"Who is your friend?"

"Haha, we'll see the truth at the dinner table."

Yang Shun laughed.

This time, Zhang Yuan did not continue to maintain his previous attitude of keeping others from thousands of miles away.

He glanced at Yang Shun drunk for several times and said, "Are you really here to find me to drink?"

"Then can there be fake?"

"Why are you here to have a drink with me?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes.

"Because I have heard of Mr. Zhang's deeds, I am deeply worthless and I admire Mr. Wang's talent very much."

Yang Shun said seriously.

These words made Zhang Yuan stunned.

He burped drunk and suddenly laughed.

"Hahahaha, interesting, interesting."

"It's been a long time since I heard someone make me worthless."

"OK!"

"Just say this to you, come in, let's have a drink."

"good."

Yang Shun glanced at the groom, "You go back first."

"But sir."

The groom said worriedly.

"It's okay, I know how to go back."

"Then... you must take care of yourself."

"It's okay, go back."

“Oh, OK.”

The groom nodded and rode his horse away from the scene.

Yang Shun followed Zhang Yuan into his dilapidated humble house.

This tiled house is full of dilapidated and disrepaired.

Although in the north of the city, this can already be considered a good house.

But the walls are mottled everywhere, and there are obvious places where the roof tiles can see the sunlight outside.

If it is rainy, there will be no doubt that it will rain heavily outside and lightly inside the house.

A simple wooden bed, and a table.

On the table, there were several plates of pickled wild vegetables and a few pages of paper that were not known to be drawn.

A burnt candlestick is lonely in a corner of the table.

Its sense of dusk with its exhausted lights complements the atmosphere of the entire house.

It even fits Zhang Yuan's own depressed feeling very well.

"sit!"

Zhang Yuan walked to the bed tilted and twisted, "I have nothing here, I just have a lot of wine."

"Come!"

As he spoke, he was already lying on the ground, dragging a wine jar from under the bed, staring at Yang Shun, "I can't lift it myself."

"good."

Yang Shun nodded, walked over and carried the wine jar over.

"Come on, drink."

Zhang Yuan directly picked up another opened wine jar and carried it to Yang Shun's eyes.

The latter was stunned, looked at Zhang Yuan's posture seriously, and couldn't help but ask in a slight voice: "Just do it?"

"What about that?"

"Do you want to have a bowl with me?"

"Uh, no, no."

Yang Shun shook his head.

He felt Zhang Yuan's eyes bulge, as if he nodded and rushed to the crowd. He quickly gritted the bullet and picked up the heavy wine jar, touched it for a while, and then swallowed.

He straightened his neck and started to pour it out.

Fortunately, fortunately, the winemaking technology of the Daqian Dynasty was not good, and the wine was not high.

For Yang Shun, it tastes very light, but it's a little bloated.

Seeing that he was so happy, Zhang Yuan was stunned, and then he picked up the wine jar and started pouring it into his stomach.

There was a gurgling sound of wine pouring sound in the house.

After a while, Zhang Yuan finished drinking first, put down the wine jar, and looked at Yang Shun.

I saw that the latter was still drinking.
To be continued...