A jar of wine can only be two pounds of white wine, if you drink it generously and get it straight, you will only be about one pound after drinking it. One pound of white wine will be exchanged for a friendship between a villager, which is cost-effective!

Heather lifted the wine jar on the ground and found that the bottom of the jar was a bit thick. It was probably a good wine brewed by his family. It was only one and a half pounds inside, but the degree was not low.

He raised the jar and Heather raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

The person who came up with the bowl behind was stunned. It was the first time they met a woman who was so generous in drinking.

The familiar smell filled his mouth. He started drinking too quickly, and suddenly astringent feeling surged out of his throat. Heather was cold and choked, so he put down the wine jar and covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

The strong wine slipped into her throat and the hot and hot memories were coming from the sea. The familiar night wind and the familiar moon, behind her, the lights of thousands of families were the songs of victory in front of her...

I don't know if it was because of alcohol, Heather was in a daze and couldn't figure out where he was now. The fragrance of wine in her hand was everywhere. She just took a moment and lifted the wine jar again. Xiaofeng's mother felt something and wanted to come over to stop it, but was pulled by Huo Feng.

The invisible cold wind curtain is centered on this woman who keeps drinking. The stationary machine is suddenly touched by the switch. The powerful thrust drives the operation, faster and faster...

Too familiar...

The silent mourning, the lost relative, the feeling of living with heavy guilt, was taught by themselves without a teacher.

Huo Chong clenched his fist and shook his head a little regretfully, "I'm in vain."

After a jar of wine came to the bottom, Heather turned the jar upside down. Not to mention being drunk, his face and eyes were clearer than before.

"Okay!" Huo Feng roared and clapped his hands first, "Miss Arthur, I, Huo, have never seen such a woman who can drink this. This jar is Zhuyeqing, which has been stored for thirty years. There are not many brothers in Qingfeng Village who can still keep their faces calm!"

"Master, I want to ask you for another pot of wine." Heather suddenly asked.

"Why is it just a pot?" Huo Feng asked.

"To pay homage to brothers."

For a moment, Heather clearly felt that only a moment, the people around him fell into boundless silence, as if they fell into Forgetful River and drowned. He thought they would be silent forever in the next moment, but they were quickly caught up.

"Please bring the wine up." Huo Feng's tone was as usual, but his voice was a little hoarse.

The people in the village quickly brought five jars of white wine, and placed more than ten bowls on the wooden table, filling the bowls.

Heather was slightly surprised at this scene.

Huo Feng first walked over and picked up a bowl, "Miss Arthur, you saved my son. You are Huo's benefactor. My Huo's benefactor is also the benefactor of the entire village, and your brother is also our brother!"

The rest of the people helped to send her bowls of bowls, and Huo Chong, the second son she had captured, also picked up the wine on the table. His loud voice sounded a little heavy at this moment, "Treat them."

Heather held the bowl, and his emotions were indescribable.

The bright moon is watching, the earth is silent, and the sky is in the world, and the yin and yang are separated by two.

In a silence and memorial period, the aged wine is soaked in the soil, and the rich aroma seems to be able to emit to the distant horizon, bringing it to the people they want to bring.
Chapter completed!