Chapter 39: Fighting Wine

　　Several mistresses ran out quickly, bowed their heads and led the horse down.

　　The leading Mongolian glanced at Yang Guo, the corners of his mouth curled up, with a disdainful expression, and he led them into the inn with strides.

　　a long time.

　　Yang Guo was wondering why his food was not ready yet.

　　A waiter with a slightly pale face came over with hesitation.

　　"Guest officer, your meal is ready, it's just..."

　　"Just what?"

　　Yang Guo stopped, turned around and asked.

　　Xiao Er wiped his sweat, made a helpless expression, and whispered:

　　"Guest officer, the villain first apologizes to you, don't be angry.

　　Those Mongolians, our small shop can't afford to mess with them, they stopped us just now when we were about to deliver food to the guest officer's room.

　　Or you are waiting for the guest, our shopkeeper said that the meal at the meeting is considered to be a guest, what do you think. "

　　After listening quietly, Yang Guo didn't mean to embarrass him.

　　After all, they are just ordinary people who just want to live a good life. There is nothing wrong with this in this era when human life is so trivial.

　　"Let's go in and have a look."

　　"Guest officer, this is..."

　　"I'll go and see if these Mongolians have a good appetite."

　　After saying that, Yang Guo strode towards the inn.

　　Seeing this, Xiao Er picked up the rag on his shoulder that seemed to drip water and wiped his sweat, feeling flustered.

　　At this time, the inn lobby was full of people, even standing.

　　People in Song Dynasty and Meng people were very different from each other. Although they were still eating, their eyes were full of unkindness, and they even cursed at each other from time to time.

　　There is a great momentum to do it when there is a disagreement.

　　Song and Mongolia have been at war for many years, with deep grievances, and the common people are also hostile to each other.

　　The tense atmosphere is constantly fermenting.

　　"Everyone has something to say."

　　"I beg you, little old man, don't do anything."

　　...

　　The old shopkeeper, who was working as a peacemaker, was crowded in the middle, already sweating profusely from anxiety, and kept persuading, his throat was about to smoke.

　　Lifting the bamboo curtain to block the wind and entering the inn, Yang Guo had a panoramic view of the situation in front of him.

　　Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly ran to Yang Guo's side, hunched over, the creases on his old face were wrinkled into chrysanthemums, and smiled apologetically:

　　"Guest officer, your food will be ready soon, it will be ready soon, the back kitchen has already started cooking, you must not do anything..."

　　Looking at the old man who was about to kneel down with tears in his eyes, Yang Guo pursed his lips and sighed in his heart.

　　"Forget it, take your time, I'm not in a hurry."

　　Gently helped up the old shopkeeper, Yang Guo wanted to go upstairs.

　　A group of Mongolians laughed loudly, pointing at Yang Guo and the Song people on the other side, and chattering Mongolian.

　　A Song man who could speak Mongolian stood up with a blushing sound, blushed angrily, pointed to the opposite side, and shouted in Mongolian:

　　"Grandma Li, you Mongolian Tartars, who do you think is a little girl? Come out and compare with me!"

　　The Mongols seemed a little surprised that someone could understand what they said. After a few conversations, a big man stood up.

　　"How do you want to compare?"

　　"Don't you Mongolians claim to be the best in the world in wrestling and drinking?

　　Come here, whichever side loses, get out of this inn. "

　　As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of those Mongolians were strange, as if they were holding back their laughter.

　　"Okay, we agreed, we will send three people here, and you will also send three people. These three people will compare drinking first. If they can drink our Mongolian warriors, we will wrestle with you.

　　If anyone loses, they will not only have to get out of the inn.

　　You have to admit that you are a girl, a girl who can only sip and drink with a wine glass, do you Song people dare to come! "

　　"If you don't dare, just compare like this!"

　　Seeing that his inn had been saved for the time being, the old shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and greeted, "San'er, come and bring some drinks for you guys."

　　Not for a while.

　　Three big men walked out from the Mongolian side, and they knew that they were not bad at drinking just by looking at their bulging belly.

　　But the Song people are still one short.

　　"There is a good man with a good drinker, come out to help, don't make these Mongols look down on our Great Song Dynasty."

　　"This... I only weigh one or two catties on weekdays, so I don't want to be ashamed."

　　"Yes, and we don't know how to wrestle. It's not a big deal if we lose, but it's a big deal to embarrass Da Song."

　　...

　　Yang Guo listened quietly, and walked over, "Count me in."

　　"You... little brother, this is not a joke, how much wine can you hold in your belly."

　　"Ten catties shouldn't be a problem."

　　Drinking depends on your physique, and Yang Guo feels that his drinking capacity should be considered pretty good.

　　"Little boy, don't talk big for the sake of showing off, be careful that Feng Da flashes his tongue." Someone was jealous of Yang Guo's appearance and immediately came out to run on him.

　　Yang Guo glanced at him, and casually grabbed a handful of chopsticks.

　　The man fell silent immediately, lowered his head, blushing.

　　Seeing Yang Guo's skill, the man at the beginning patted Yang Guo's shoulder excitedly.

　　"Okay, it's you, little brother."

　　Then they announced their names to each other.

　　"Why are you Song mother-in-law? Have you chosen it? If you don't dare, just admit your little girl and get out of the inn."

　　"

Grandma Li, why are you in a hurry, rushing to reincarnate? Is the shopkeeper's wine ready? "

　　"Okay, okay, everyone please."

　　The fragrant smell of alcohol spread in all directions in the inn.

　　Three Eight Immortals tables were put together in the center of the lobby, and bowls of wine and drinks were placed on the tables.

　　Six people are seated.

　　The big man who looked like the head of the Mongols sat in the middle and asked, "My name is Muren, and they are Hada and Suhe. What are your three names?"

　　"My name is Shen Biao, and these two are Yang Guo and Fang Ning."

　　As the name suggests, Shen Biao is not only extremely sturdy in stature, but also in appearance.

　　"Shen Biao, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I hope you won't be thrown into a fool by me later, or...drink to the bottom of the table."

　　As Muren spoke, he laughed out loud, full of sarcasm.

　　"Stop fucking nonsense, do you want to drink?"

　　"drink!"

　　As the words fell, Muren drank a bowl of wine, followed by the other two Mongolians.

　　Opposite Yang Guo is the Mongolian named Hada.

　　After drinking a bowl of wine, he looked at Yang Guo provocatively without changing his face.

　　Yang Guo remained expressionless and drank the wine calmly.

　　In this way, the six of them began to fight for wine.

　　Nearly forty bowls of wine and water were placed on an Eight Immortals table, weighing about fifteen or six catties.

　　But after a while, the drinks were gone, and the complexions of the six people were all flushed.

　　Yang Guo didn't use his internal energy to resolve the discomfort in his body, he just felt his cheeks were on fire and felt tight.

　　That Fang Ning even got under the table, not to mention wrestling, he might not be able to stand still.

　　For a moment, the Mongols became very powerful, stood up, their faces were flushed, and they applauded.

　　On the Song people's side, someone whispered that Fang Ning slapped his face swollen to pretend to be a fat man, embarrassing Da Song.

　　When Shen Biao heard it, he looked back and glared, but he didn't say anything, he just sighed in his heart.

　　"More wine!"

　　Muyun hiccupped and shouted.

　　The old shopkeeper kept saying yes, but when he was about to pour the wine, Yang Guo stopped him.

　　"Drinking like this is a waste of time, use the wine jar to drink."

　　"Gentlemen...Look..." The old shopkeeper asked hesitantly.

　　"Brother Yang is refreshing enough, hiccup—just drink like this! Do you foolish people dare!"

　　"Humph!! You have already lost one, are the warriors of my great Mongolia afraid? Bring the wine!"

　　Mu Yun snorted coldly and stood up.