Chapter 150 Chapter 9 Wine Fragrant Well Water

"Are you going to be here tonight?" Xuan Po asked unwillingly. Grandpa asked back: "What else do you think? Don't say whether we can fight the red-haired savage, how do you know where it is now?" "Is it sure to come back here tomorrow night?" "Yes." Grandpa replied confidently, "Everyone tell each other when you get back, and fasten the door." Then Grandpa waved his hand and drove everyone away like ducks. Our village is relatively large and has a large population, so it is divided into several settlements, each of which has its own name.My family belongs to "Houdiwu". The place facing Changshan is called "Doumenwu", and the "Doumenwu" is next to "Doumenwu". There are many people living in these places, and there are scattered people. "Fu Po", "Side House" and so on.In short, our village is much larger than Huamei Village and Wentian Village.Shan Dae and I are in the same village, but he lives in the "big house".I'm not a person who often goes crazy outside, so apart from him, I don't know much about other people in the "big house".

These hundreds of people are all from the "big house". The houses in the "Doumen House" are all built next to Changshan.After crossing Changshan Mountain, you will arrive at Jiangjunpo.So, grandpa came back with me and stayed at my house for the night.The others returned to their respective homes in the "big house" in twos and threes. When he walked to the ground of my house, grandpa caught a glimpse of the rose on the window sill.Because the rice has to be sun-dried three or four times after it is brought back, a piece of land the size of two mu is left in front of the houses of the people here.My bedroom is on the west side of the floor, and the rose on the window sill seems to be meditating in the thin moonlight.

Grandpa pointed to the rose and asked: "Is it more obedient now?" Then he showed a very gentle smile.I know that grandpa knows what he has done.But I still answered him, "Yeah." I knocked on the closed door, and my mother woke up sleepily and opened the door. Seeing it was me and grandpa, she asked in confusion, "Don't you live at grandpa's house? Why are you back so late?" Mom said while Let me and grandpa into the house, before we could explain, she went to my room to make the bed. Just now I didn't feel sleepy when I was doing activities outside, but when I got home and sat down, my eyelids were clenched and I couldn't stop yawning.I opened my mouth two or three times, and tears were about to flow out.Grandpa was also taking a nap with his head down, and the cigarette butt in his hand was almost burning his fingers.Every time we went to grandpa's house, we smelled a strong smell of cigarettes before others came out to greet us.Mom hated him smoking so much and the strong smell of cigarettes on him.But I am different, I think the smell of smoke is the status symbol of my grandfather and elders, and it is also a symbol of my grandfather's love for me. I gradually grew up in the smell of his smoke. From his knees, to his waist, to his neck, and now almost a few centimeters above him.

My chemistry teacher in high school also had a strong smell of cigarettes and he was nice to me too because my chemistry grades were okay back then.Every time in chemistry class, when the teacher walked into the classroom with the bell ringing, I always thought it was grandpa who walked in.But that chemistry teacher was addicted to alcohol, and often stood drunk on the podium, blushing, slanting his mouth, shaking his hands and kicking his feet to tell us about chemical reactions.Although the smell of alcohol was high, his lectures were still vivid and orderly. This chemistry teacher is indeed talented, but he often complains that he is underappreciated and has criticisms about the school's leaders.

Grandpa's biggest good habit is that he has never been addicted to alcohol. Even at the wine table, when someone toasts him with a glass of wine, he would just take a sip and wait for a long time to drink it down his neck, as if wine is poison. took his life. I suddenly became interested, took the cigarette butt out of Grandpa’s hand, patted Grandpa’s back lightly, and asked Grandpa, why are you so addicted to cigarettes, but not interested in wine at all?Due to entertainment reasons, tobacco and alcohol are generally not separated. People who smoke probably drink alcohol, and those who drink alcohol also smoke.

Grandpa blinked and said, smoking is fine, but drinking will lead to alcoholism. I asked sideways, long wine worm? Grandpa said, yes.Remember the reservoir where the green-haired water monster was caught a while ago? I nodded and said I remembered. Grandpa said that after walking for a mile and a half, there was a Sakai.The water in that well smells like wine all the year round.Have you heard of it? I replied that I knew about this.It is said that two years ago, a child felt thirsty on the way back from school, so he scooped up a few handfuls of water from Sakai and drank it.As a result, I didn't take two steps since I lay down on the road and fell asleep.The companions who went to school together thought that he had suddenly fallen ill and died, and screamed in fright.Later, he was rescued to the hospital. The people in the hospital said that he drank too much alcohol and almost died of drunkenness.

Grandpa nodded and said, it turned out that there was a fat man in Fangjiazhuang, opposite Huamei Village, who liked to drink very much.This is a trivial matter. The problem is that if he does not drink for a day, his lips will become dry and white, his body will be weak, and his eyes will be dull.Drinking water, soup and medicine is not enough. Only drinking alcohol can relieve this symptom.He is also a very good drinker, he gets drunk as soon as he drinks it, and he doesn't care if there is still wine for the next meal.Later, a passing monk came to the village, and the monk said that the fat man had wine worms in his stomach.The fat man didn't believe it.The monk told the fat man to open his mouth.The fat man opened his mouth stupidly.The monk took out an ear of rice and stuck it into the fat man's throat.The fat man vomited continuously after being teased by the monk.What started to vomit was water, then some black blood, and finally three worms the size of silkworm chrysalis.After the monk left, the fat man really didn't miss the drink any more, and the strange symptoms disappeared.After a profiteer selling wine heard the news, he sneaked to Fangjiazhuang one night and stole the three wine worms.But after the profiteer passed the reservoir, he accidentally fell into an idle well.After climbing out of the well, the profiteer found that the wine worms on his body were gone.From then on, the well exudes a strange smell of wine, which lasts for many years.

Mom shouted through a door, Liangzi, there must be smoke bugs in your grandpa's stomach. My grandpa and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.Mom said the bed was all done.I poured some hot water, washed my face and feet with my grandpa, and got ready for bed. Mom said, you sleep on one end, and grandpa sleeps on the other, don't sleep side by side. I asked, why is this?