The construction site of the town of Orion, in the evening;

The day's fatigue has ended, and the workers' faces are filled with ease from the bottom of their hearts - they can finally take a while off;

Of course, for some of them, there are more things to be happy about.

"Hahaha, Humbo, you have no place to paint black on your face, right?" The workers who gathered together after dinner began to mock a man with almost dark faces. After roughly looking, there were about seven or eight paint on his face.

Although the noble master ordered that the black paint only needs to be kept for three days; but because he was late every day, even if the old black paint could be washed away, he was worried that he would encounter the new ones, so he simply put it there without any care;

The foreman didn't care much about their lateness - after all, the little dry food and vegetable soup saved was at his own control; they wouldn't be able to do much work if they came later, so just let them go.

The man didn't care much about the ridicule of his colleagues, but just laughed it off and returned with others. Of course, what he was going to was not his new home, but the "old place" where these dozen workers often gathered together over the past period of time.

"There are so few beautiful girls in this town. Mad, I haven't seen many days after visiting it," a laborer complained. "I heard that there are many people in the market. Have you ever seen them?"

"But go and go and go for a horse. Thanks to the good looks of labor and capital, otherwise I would have thought that the entire market was barren and that was a man!" The man who took the time to slip out complained, "Those women are just like those women? They are not as pleasant as the little foreman!"

Everyone laughed: The little foreman is the youngest son of a noble family, and he comes here to make a living; he has a tender skin and flesh, and many workers feel that he looks like a woman in private.

"Stop talking about it, let alone this messy Hunter Town, how many beautiful girls can be found in your original village?" After laughing, someone sighed, "Well, how can you find beautiful girls so easily? Moreover, just your face is like a pig's hoof, and the beautiful girls in other families are willing to follow you without any money?"

"Well, I probably won't have much success in staying in this place for a lifetime." The other person sighed.

"Stop! Just say this nonsense, bah!" Hanbo interrupted everyone's topic in time, "Blah, fuck! Look, the wine-selling brother is still waiting there! He has been scolded for a day, and he is still muttering about these troubles!"

"Yes, drink it all!" The workers agreed and walked quickly towards the wine seller.

A few days ago, the size of this small team was definitely not that big - less than ten people, and the rest were all won and developed; the face was painted black, which would definitely cause other workers to question when working; as long as the relationship between the two parties is in place, drinking will be trapped; and those with the relationship are in place, they will naturally have the idea of ​​joining it.

With this joining, the number of people who are late the next day will be more.

"Hey, brothers are here again?" A long distance away, the wine seller smiled and waved to everyone: "There are still many people today!"

"That's right, drinking too much!" Hanbo replied, "Okay, we have also packed these two jars of wine today!"

"Look at what you said, it seems like you would give me an extra golden dragon!" The workers laughed and cursed, but their eyes were always stopped at the wine jar.

"It's still an old place?" the wine seller said, lifting the shoulder pole carrying the wine;

"Yes, yes! If you walk slowly, go first!" Hanbo waved his hand and signaled him to leave first; among the workers, he had a better say, after all, he drank the most during the banquet and persisted the longest.

"Okay!" The wine seller turned around and went first; as he left, the two big bags of dry bread behind him made the workers' mouths even more open.

Look at how thoughtful the aristocrat serves, many people sigh in their hearts.

At the banquet a few days ago, some workers lamented that although drinking is good, they can’t get up the next morning; when they are late, it’s still a trivial matter to apply black paint on their faces. The most important thing is that breakfast is gone! They are hungry and have no energy to work, and they have to be scolded by the foreman, which is frustrating!

The wine seller then said quite readily that this is not a problem! If there is no breakfast, next time I come to deliver the wine, I will bring you some dry bread for free so that you don’t have to work hungry!

This made the workers very happy. They sold wine at a low price and even gave bread for free. Isn’t this too conscience?

Therefore, they also answered some questions about the wine sellers - for example, did the nobles send people to follow them, did they send people to check where the wine came from, and did workers prohibit drinking before going to work;

The workers' answers were quite unified, no! With the help of alcohol, the workers collectively cursed the nobles: The nobles were like a sand pen all day long, and they knew that they could work and work. After deducting breakfast, they also used this "noble honor" to restrain the workers, and they took care of him! How many people were deliberately late to fight against the nobles, and they also regarded the black paint on their faces as a symbol of ability and backbone!

This reply seemed much more satisfying to the wine seller; but he also reminded the workers that they must not tell the nobles the part of what they said to them, otherwise they would not be able to sell wine!

It is naturally impossible for workers to "turn their elbows outwards".

They followed the wine seller and returned to the home of a worker who had been drinking for the past few days. They said it was his home, but in fact, it had almost become a collective dormitory in the past few days. Someone moved his bed and put it in the living room. After drinking too much, he lay down and fell asleep;

As night falls, it should be a day when you don’t get drunk.

"Come on, to end this doggy life early, drink it!" Hanbo couldn't wait to finish the soup in two mouthfuls, and then scoop the wine in a bowl: "I'll do it first!"

"You guy, I want to drink more!" The workers were not willing to fall behind, and they all finished the vegetable soup and went to scoop the wine;

Logically speaking, the person who sells wine must have to scoop a glass of it now and drink some wine to help you liven up; but today is different, he just distributed the bread to everyone, and then sat there, thinking about something;

The workers were greedy for the wine at first, and after drinking a bowl, their eyes began to fall somewhere else; soon, they realized the abnormality of the wine seller today.

Hanbo suddenly realized that this guy must have something to say.

"Hey, brother, what do you need to hide!" Hanbo raised the bowl, "Everyone promises you to take care of for so long, just say whatever you have!"

"Ha, Brother Hanbo is indeed very eye-catching..." The wine seller's smile was a little dry, "To be honest, my brother has been stumped by a little bit of trouble recently; if he drags on, he is afraid that it is not... it is difficult to save his life!"
Chapter completed!