On a mountain in the suburbs of the imperial capital.
The security guard who had just packed up and was about to change shifts looked at the time - there were still ten minutes until the call, just enough time for him to catch up on the updates.
However, when I opened the app, I found that the three books I was following in the bookshelf were not updated... Is the network connection bad
Feeling anxious, he clicked on it subconsciously, and then discovered in despair: these three books really have not been updated!
—How could this be?!
Today is not a festival or an event, but these authors didn't even ask for leave and just canceled their work? Is this reasonable? They don't care about their readers at all!
Looking at the comments section again, there is indeed a lot of complaints and curses:
You bastard! You just canceled the appointment without even asking for leave.
@Besides, you have always updated your content every day, why are you quiet today
I knew that once the copyright of Qingyun was sold, people would stop being diligent.
How hateful!
The sad reader cursed all three books one by one, and then he went to change jobs with someone else in a depressed mood.
And at the moment he exited the app, new chapters were released for the three books at the same time:
Sorry, I was drunk yesterday
…
At this low-key gate, the guard stood there with a solemn expression, but his soul had not yet recovered from the emotion when he saw the familiar courier boy driving his car over again and finally moving a few parcels down neatly.
After the young security guard checked everything one by one, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.
There was nothing else to it. Among them was a courier from Mr. Zhu, which was sent from Qingxi Town, Yuncheng.
Good job!
He quickly looked around the neighborhood and saw Xiao Du's familiar face rushing towards him. He asked him from a distance:
"Is there a package from our old man? He has been watching it since early morning and saw it signed for."
It goes without saying what it is for.
Sure enough, after Xiao Du pulled the pile of express deliveries over and saw the express box from Qingxi Town, Yuncheng, he hugged it in his arms without saying a word and ran away.
The guard looked at his receding figure, turned around and quickly dialed the numbers one by one:
"Mr. Zhou, there is another express delivery from Qingxi Town today..."
…
Old Zhu has now learned to be patient.
After all, bloody experience told him that he could not run fast at his age. If he was stopped by others halfway and there was a fierce fight, the things in his arms would inevitably be lost.
It’s better to rely on Xiao Du and wait at home.
But he was also worried about waiting - because if those old guys got the news in advance and shamelessly tried to stop him on the way, Xiao Du wouldn't dare to confront them head-on!
At this moment, he was pacing back and forth in the yard, feeling very embarrassed.
Fortunately, after a while, Xiao Du ran in panting, then stood up solemnly and placed the express box in Lao Zhu's excited palm.
The next moment, the old man and the young man looked at each other and quickly went into the house—
"Snap!" The door was closed and locked in one go.
Old Zhu skillfully opened the box and saw twenty packets of marinade inside, with a mineral water bottle wrapped in the middle.
Although the outer packaging was simple, he did not dislike it at all. He just saw the transparent liquid inside, shook it slightly, and thought of a possibility, and his heart instantly shuddered with excitement!
Could it be...
He unscrewed the lid without saying a word.
In an instant, a strong aroma filled his nose, stimulating the long-suppressed alcohol urge in his stomach, making every cell in his body say:
Take a sip first.
There was no one else in the room. Old Zhu faced Xiao Du's scorching gaze and said guiltily:
"I'll just take a small sip. Don't tell the doctor. What can they know?"
Then, without waiting for Xiao Du to refute, he quickly took out his small wine cup from the cabinet and carefully poured half a cup into it.
How could an old drunkard resist the aroma of that wine
At this moment, holding the wine glass, he suppressed his impatience and took a sip carefully.
“Good wine!”
After taking a bite, my heart and liver seemed to tremble, that kind of cold and mellow stimulation...
With a "swoosh", Old Zhu's eyes lit up!
He quickly put down the wine cup in his hand, screwed the mineral water bottle tightly, and walked around the room:
"Xiao Du! Hurry up, find a place where no one can find it and hide it."
Xiao Du paused, then picked up the bottle of wine and went into the inner room.
Not long after, he came out, which made Old Zhu stunned and alert: "Where are you hiding? Are you not going to give me a drink in the future?"
Xiao Du smiled and said, "Grandpa, the doctor said you really can't drink it. Your family also warned you against it..."
"I don't believe it!" Old Zhu said loudly, "I didn't hear the doctor say that!"
However, just as he finished speaking, he heard a familiar noisy sound coming from outside the yard.
His heart shuddered, thinking of his precious tobacco, and without saying anything, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then quickly ordered:
"Hurry up, wash it and put it away, I'll go open the door."
These old guys are now as sticky as taffy and can't be stopped. It would be better for him to open the door early so that it appears that he is just collecting some sauce packets casually and has no guilt.
Alas, my granddaughter is so considerate. She sent twenty packets of marinade. It was clearly a diversion. She was afraid that others would steal his wine, so she distributed them to everyone to divert their attention...
Good granddaughter!
As he was daydreaming, his hands kept moving, and when he opened the door, he saw the bandits again.
The leader, Mr. Zhou, smiled kindly and said, "Old Zhu, we have been brothers for so many years, you don't need me to say it out loud, right?"
Old Zhu snorted, and said, "When you get something, you run faster than rabbits. What? My granddaughter gave it to me? Can't I eat it alone?"
As he spoke, he took the express box with a huff, revealing twenty simply wrapped packets of marinade inside.
"For the braised tea eggs, give each person two. This pot can be kept in the refrigerator for many meals."
Everyone looked at him with a subtle expression, and then silently put the marinade bag into their pockets.
When there were only two packets of marinade left in the box, although Mr. Zhu felt heartbroken, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the next moment, Lao Zhou in front of him was smiling like a fox:
"Old Zhu, rinse your mouth before you lie to others. Your mouth reeks of alcohol!"
"And the smell of wine in this room, I can't pretend to be stupid even if I want to - where is Xiao Du? Xiao Du, tell me where he hid the wine!"
Old Zhu’s eyes went dark.
This time, my granddaughter only sent one bottle. With their alcohol tolerance, how many sips of wine can one bottle give them
Therefore, Lao Zhu would rather die than surrender and resolutely protect his secret, so that everyone was entangled for a long time and finally had to disperse in disgrace.
After everyone left, Old Zhu patted Xiao Du's shoulder fiercely:
"Well done! I guessed they were not honest. If someone is bothering me here, there must be someone who wants to be a robber over there..."
"Okay, okay, now that they've left, hurry up and get the wine down for me. I need to put it in a better bottle."
However, after he finished speaking, Xiao Du did not move. Old Zhu looked over suspiciously and saw a look of apology on the young man's simple face:
"Grandpa, the doctor really told you not to drink it. So I really hid it... Why don't you find it yourself?"
Old Zhu: …