Zhang Qilin's small face flushed slightly.
At this moment, by the bedside, the little fox quietly poked its head out.
"Huh? I remember, didn't big brother have a high tolerance for alcohol? How did he become like this?"
"Is this the distortion of human nature? The degeneration of morality?"
A big question mark appeared on the little fox's small head.
Back then, when Zhang Qilin and Zhang's father were drinking, he was like a god of war.
He made Zhang's father swear brotherhood.
Now, Zhang Qilin can't hold even one cup. The little fox watching was utterly impressed.
"Are you okay?" Zhang Tian asked.
Zhang Qilin shook his head, "I'm fine, it's the first time drinking this kind of liquor."
Seeing Zhang Qilin say this, Zhang Tian glanced at him again and didn't say more.
"Brother, it's clear you don't drink much! It's okay, you'll just drink less later." The village chief smiled and poured himself a bowl.
"Oh, I almost forgot, I haven't asked for your name yet. Ah, let's each have a penalty drink!" The village chief said, pouring another bowl for Zhang Qilin.
Under Zhang Tian's gaze, Zhang Qilin foolishly drank another bowl.
Judging by his demeanor, his head must be spinning.
Zhang Tian was a bit speechless. Indeed, this guy just didn't know how to refuse.
The village chief saw this and laughed even more heartily. In drinking situations, experienced elders often liked to groom newcomers, and the village chief was clearly one of them.
"Village chief, let's stop messing around. By the way, has anything happened on the mountain behind us recently?" Hu Bayi interrupted the village chief, who was about to pour more, and asked.
"Ah, Comrade Hu, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. You wouldn't believe it, after you left, another group of experts came."
"They said they discovered some Kwantung Army fortress. Wait, I'll tell you all about it!"
Then, the village chief recounted everything about the expert group's arrival at Pengyue Gully and what they encountered.
Zhang Tian and the others listened attentively.
This led to Zhang Tian being able to later show them footage of the expert group based on the story.
"Ah, you don't know, they said they transported hundreds of fragmented corpses from inside, it was too terrifying. For those few days, our village was filled with wails at night."
"However, it's peaceful now, as if they've found peace." The village chief said after taking a drink.
"Ah, enough said. Those people were heroes. Come, let's toast to the heroes." The village chief seemed to be enjoying himself and raised his ceramic bowl.
Zhang Tian glanced at Zhang Qilin, whose little face was slightly red. He also glanced at Xie Yuchen.
These two guys didn't seem to be able to drink. Especially Xie Yuchen, after just one cup, he was already feeling dizzy.
Xie Yuchen, as everyone knows, has always had a poor tolerance for alcohol. Let alone high-proof liquor. The village chief's homemade liquor was extremely potent. One bowl was equivalent to drinking a small cup of pure alcohol.
"Ah, in my past life, thankfully I was a professional, otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to handle this." Zhang Tian sighed inwardly and picked up two ceramic bowls.
"Second brother can't drink, so I'll drink for him first."
"Brother Xie, if you can't handle it, tell me." Zhang Tian said, he had indeed shielded Zhang Qilin from a drink.
Fatty's eyes lit up when he saw this.
"Boss, are you planning to take it all?" Fatty winked. Zhang Tian took a breath, wishing he could slam the ceramic bowl onto Fatty's face.
Can't I just say I got Zhang Qilin drunk and I'm worried about being scolded by my mom when we get back?
Besides, what if Zhang Qilin gets drunk and has amnesia? This can't be taken lightly.
"Who says Master Xie can't drink? Come, drink!" Xie Yuchen picked up the ceramic bowl even more resolutely.
The village chief's smile deepened. He enjoyed training children who couldn't drink.
Zhang Qilin gently took the ceramic bowl from Zhang Tian's hand.
"I can still drink." He said softly, his gaze carrying a hint of determination.
He hadn't expected Zhang Tian to value him so much, even willing to take drinks for him.
For a moment, Zhang Qilin felt a warmth in his heart. After all, he rarely encountered people who genuinely cared for him. He felt that being with Zhang Tian's team was quite enjoyable.
At least it was more comfortable than being with Wu Tianzhen. With Wu Tianzhen, not only did he have to exert himself, but he also had to donate blood from time to time, which was really annoying.
"Alright, drink a little less." Zhang Tian nodded and handed the ceramic bowl back to Zhang Qilin.
Then, after a few more rounds, Zhang Tian actually felt a bit dizzy.
"I forgot, I could drink in my past life, but in this life, I haven't really drunk anything!" Suddenly, Zhang Tian's expression turned a bit grim.
It's over, now I'm going to make a fool of myself. While his mind was still clear, Zhang Tian looked at the village chief.
"Village chief, do you have any wolves, dogs, or other livestock? We plan to explore the surrounding mountains." Zhang Tian's face was slightly flushed.
Zhang Tian had the typical appearance of a strong man, with thick eyebrows and large eyes. Although they were single eyelids, they exuded a certain sharpness. His face was as sharp as if carved by a knife, and his skin was quite fair, but not as much as Zhang Qilin's. Now, after a few drinks, Zhang Tian was also feeling a bit faint, his face flushing. How could the drinking capacity of his past life carry over to this life?
Zhang Qilin looked at Zhang Tian with his big, sharp eyes. He felt a sense of gratitude in his heart.
"Ah, I didn't expect big brother's alcohol tolerance to be so low, yet he dared to take drinks for second brother. Could this be..." Fatty, seeing Zhang Tian's face turn red, couldn't help but gloat. He thought Zhang Tian had an amazing tolerance for alcohol, but it turned out he could only handle a few cups.
The village chief laughed so hard he couldn't close his mouth.
"Of course, in our village, Zhang the butcher has a few wolf pups. I'll get you some. What do you want them for?" The village chief said, and without anyone noticing, he clinked glasses with Zhang Tian again.
"Of course... of course, we want the wolves to pull us around the mountains." Zhang Tian's words were slurred. What kind of liquor was this? It was even stronger than Feitian Maotai.
"Go up the mountain?"
"Comrade Zhang, it's snowing heavily now, and the mountains are very dangerous. You shouldn't go." The village party secretary said with a grave expression.
"Party secretary, we know, but we're just going for a stroll, and we won't go to dangerous places. Please rest assured." Zhang Tian's voice wasn't loud, but his eyes were barely open. The village chief had forced several bowls of this white liquor down his throat. Honestly, it must have been several pounds by now?
"How about this, Brother Zhang, if you drink three more bowls, I'll give them to you." The village chief said with a smile. He was serious about cultivating drinkers.
"Good!" Zhang Tian's temper flared. Three bowls? Who did they think he was?
He immediately picked up the bowl and drank two bowls consecutively. It was Zhang Qilin who stopped him from drinking the third bowl.
"I'll drink it for him." After saying that, he drained it in one gulp.
Zhang Tian was stunned.
Looking at Zhang Qilin's demeanor, this liquor seemed to have no effect. And he had already had several drinks before, did he not feel anything? Seeing the valiant Zhang Qilin, Zhang Tian was bewildered.
What happened to not being able to drink?
What happened to big brother taking drinks for him?
How did it turn around like this?
Fatty showed a knowing smile from the side.
"I choose second brother, second brother is the people's choice!" Fatty instigated.
The village chief smiled slyly. Indeed, they were brothers, they had such chemistry.
"How about a bowl for you, little brother?" The village chief looked at Xie Yuchen. Xie Yuchen crawled up from the table.
"Hmph! How dare you talk to Hua... Grandpa Hua like that! Come, drink!" Xie Yuchen was completely dazed. Then, while he was drinking, Zhang Qilin took the bowl back again.
He drained it in one gulp. Very heroic.
At this moment, the air became silent. Zhang Tian's eyes strained to stay open. Like two copper bells.
So, the clown was me all along...