C515 Slovenly drunkard (1/2)

The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. It was another beautiful afternoon. At the foot of a mountain that reached into the clouds.

There is such a simple and unadorned village. The small village was built according to the mountains. Although it was only ten miles in radius, there were several hundred families. People were coming and going, and it was bustling with noise and excitement.

On the west side of the village, next to the mountain, was a huge lake. The lake surface was wide and stretched out as far as the eye could see. It was much larger than the small village at the side.

However, since the establishment of the small village, no villagers had ever reached the other side of the lake. This was because in the lake far away from the village, there were many fierce water beasts. The lake water was crystal clear, just like blue silk, smooth and soft.

On the surface of the lake, countless fishing boats were coming and going, adorning the lake with a myriad of emotions. The men on the fishing boat, bare-chested, were yelling to each other about their daily gains.

At the corner of the lake, there was a two-story restaurant that was built alongside a mountain and river. This was the only restaurant in the area — Mountain Lake Restaurant.

The wine brewed by the Mountain Lake Restaurant could be said to be the best. It was fragrant but not greasy, and the flavor was spicy but not stinky. As a mouthful of the wine entered his throat, the surface of the lake did not turn cold.

After the mountain lake wine entered his stomach, it was as if a small sun had risen in his stomach, causing his entire body to feel warm. Even his strength had increased by three folds, allowing him to fish on the lake's surface.

Therefore, no matter if it was getting up early to fish or returning home in the evening, all the fishermen in this village would come to the mountain and lake building to have a drink.

Other than the fragrance of the wine and the warmth from it, there was also a beautiful story about the Mountain Lake Wine. According to legend, a hundred years ago, in the Shadow Mountain Lake, near the village, a monster appeared, as described by the people who saw it.

This monster was like a dragon or snake. Its body above the water's surface was sixty to seventy feet long. It had no horn on its head and was shaped like a python. Its nearly foot thick torso was flashing with dazzling scales.

This monster was incomparably ferocious. All the villagers fishing on the lake had become its food in its stomach, ending the great fishing business that the villagers relied on.

Afterwards, the old men from the village joined up with the rest of the villagers and climbed up Shadow Mountain. They knelt at the waist of the mountain and begged for three days and three nights. In a small mountain village, everyone gathered all kinds of delicacies.

They were here to welcome the two deities who had come to exterminate him. Unexpectedly, among the two immortals, the elder one chose the Mountain Lake Wine.

At that time, the Mountain Lake Wine was just an ordinary wine with a very ordinary taste. Only when the villagers gathered would they drink wine to cheer them up.

After the elderly Immortal drank the mountain and lake wine, she frowned and went to find the wine brewer and had him add some mountain and lake wine to the mountain and lake wine. This grass was the finishing touch. The elderly deity.

He drank three jars in a row and drank good wine. After eating their fill, the two immortals caught the monster in the lake and killed it within moments. Since then, the Shadow Mountain and Lake returned to its former liveliness, and the villagers also resumed their fishing business, revealing smiles on their faces.

Other than the monsters that were killed, the mountain and lake wine was the biggest gain of the village. After the Immortal's Flavor.

The Mountain Lake Wine had become the Mountain Lake Wine of today. It was extremely fragrant and delicious. The winemaker had taken advantage of the fact that the Shadow Mountain and Lake District was located close to the Shadow Mountain and by virtue of the Thousand Li Shadow Mountain and Lake, tasting mountain wine and raising one's head to look out of the corner of the eyes of immortals.

Inside the mountain and lake pavilion, the waiter, who always welcomed customers with a smile, ran in front of the shopkeeper with a face full of anger. ”Shopkeeper, look, that drunkard who can't be beaten down is here again …”

The shopkeeper, who was called by the waiter, was an old man in his fifties. He was the great-grandson of the winemaker. It had been twenty years since the Mountain and Lake Restaurant had passed into his hands. Hearing the waiter's complaints, the manager frowned.

Ye Zichen looked in the direction the waiter pointed. At the entrance of the restaurant, a sloppy-looking man who looked like a beggar sat on the ground with his back leaning against the door. His eyes blankly stared at the fine wine within the restaurant as his saliva dripped all over the floor.

This slovenly man could be said to be extremely slovenly. His clothes that were torn to shreds could no longer be seen what color they were. They were only hung here and there on his body, blocking some important spots. His face was a mess.

Black, red, green, and purple. It was as if a shop of color had been opened. A beard that was several inches long grew in a disorderly fashion, covering nearly half of his face. His hair was messy like a bird's nest and gave off an unpleasant smell that had not been washed for a long time.

However, the smell of his hair was nothing compared to the smell of the sloppy-looking man. The slovenly man was emitting a strong smell of alcohol. It was as if he could smell it clearly even from a distance of several zhang.

It was unknown where this slovenly man had come from. He had already been in this little village for eight or nine years, and his mind seemed to be in a bit of a muddle. He spent the entire day feeling around the little village like a fool.