While Qin Shouzheng was speaking, he had already opened the wooden gun case slung around his waist with one hand, pulled out a Browning high-power pistol from it, and used the pistol grip to break open the seal of the altar mouth.

When he carefully tore open the lotus leaves under the sealing mud, he immediately exclaimed, "Tupao wine! This is the family's Tupao wine! Weiran, you! Where did you get it?"

"It doesn't matter where he got it from." Wei Ran secretly rubbed the tattoo on the tiger's mouth as a thank you, "Quickly taste it, okay?"

"wait!"

Before Qin Shouzheng finished speaking, he turned around and ran into the temple. Not long after, he brought over a stack of large porcelain bowls, and in his mouth, he was biting a bamboo wine stem.

"Go over there and drink!"

Tan Shouzheng pointed to the blooming dragon boat flower with his chin. After hearing this, Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang immediately worked together to lift the wine jar and walked to the side of the flower bush. The young monk Sehao also quickly took the wine from Tan Shouzheng's hand.

From the pile of large coarse porcelain bowls, he took out three and placed them on the wet stone at the edge of the flowers.

When Wei Ran took out a few pieces of yellow paper and a pair of white candles from the bamboo basket on the donkey and lit them beside the stone, Qin Shouzheng also carefully filled the three coarse porcelain bowls placed on the stone with wine.

At the same time, little master Sehao also gave Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang a large bowl each. He also took a large bowl himself and allowed Qin Shouzheng to fill them up one by one with wine grapes.

"crop!"

Qin Shouzheng shouted to Master Sehao at the same time in his hometown dialect, and at the same time stretched out the porcelain bowls in their hands.

Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang looked at each other, picked up the coarse porcelain bowls one after another, imitated each other's accents and shouted "Cao!", holding the four coarse porcelain bowls together.

After drinking down a bowl of local cannon wine that didn't seem to be too high in alcohol content, Qin Shouzheng picked up the wine grapes and filled them up for everyone without any explanation. At the same time, he asked, "Can you guess numbers?"

"I can," Zhou Guochang said first.

"Come!"

Qin Shouzheng put the wine grapes into the jar and shouted loudly in his hometown dialect, "Hello, brother, eight horses..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But as he shouted, Tan Shouzheng had tears streaming down his face. He just tremblingly picked up the large porcelain bowl in front of him and touched the three large bowls on the stone.

Then he touched it with Zhou Guochang, Wei Ran and others, shouted "Cao!" again, then put the bowl to his mouth and drank it all in one breath.

On this drizzly afternoon, while drinking bowl after bowl of native wine, Qin Shouzheng cried for a long time and talked a lot.

When he finally passed out drunk next to the blooming dragon boat flower, the pair of white candles were extinguished one after another, leaving only wisps of white smoke, lingering in the cold rain, unwilling to disperse for a long time.

go.

"You...why did you bring so much wine?" Zhou Guochang let out a wine burp when he said this, and then he lay down on the wet grass with his head up.

He glanced at the pot of Tupao wine that was still mostly full. Wei Ran and the young monk Sehao, who had also drank a lot, looked at each other. First, they worked together to help Tan Shouzheng and Zhou Guochang into the temple to find a place to lie down.

Then he carried the unopened jar of wine and the jar with more than half of the remaining wine into the temple, and found lotus leaves and straw to carefully tie the mouth of the jar.

"Let's rest here tonight," the drunken monk Sehao found a bundle of bamboo mats and handed them to Wei Ran.

"You seem to drink together often?" Wei Ran asked as he took the bamboo mat.

“Drink often”

Se Hao smiled and sat down on the wet steps at the entrance of the temple. Then he took out a tin box with familiarity, took out two cigarettes from it and gave them to Wei Ran, and helped him light them.

He said with a sigh, "When Shouzheng came here, I was ready to give up here and go to the temple in Manxi Town."

"Then what?" Wei Ran also sat on the steps.

"I took him to see Squad Leader Liang in the cave. He decided to stay, so I stayed."

Sehao looked at the cigarette in his hand and said, "Smoking, drinking, guessing numbers, making oil tea, and even peeking at the girls in the village bathing in the river. Shouzheng taught me a lot of bad things, but these are indeed better than every day.

Chanting is interesting."

"Ha..." Wei Ran couldn't help but smile.

"He also has unhappy moments"

Se Hao took a long puff of cigarette, and when the thick smoke blew out from his nostrils, he continued, "Do you still remember the Chinese who helped bury those expeditionary force soldiers?"

"Remember"

Wei Ran nodded, "They shaved our heads back then, and I gave them back and took photos of you and the old abbot."

"It's been more than a year since the war ended"

Se Hao sighed, "Shou Zheng has been waiting for them, but none of those people have come back. You and Guochang are the only acquaintances he has waited for since he came here."

"What happens next?" Wei Ran asked, staring at the sparks on the cigarette butt.

"When Shouzheng learns Burmese, I plan to hand over this temple to him."

Sehao raised his hand and pointed to the patch of dragon boat flowers in the distance, "There are also bones buried there. We are going to find an opportunity to move them all to that cave."

"Leave the temple to Shouzheng?" Wei Ran frowned involuntarily.

Sehao nodded gently, "Since Shouzheng plans to stay with his comrades here, it is obviously best to give him the position of abbot of this temple. In a colonized country like Wudian, the abbot of the temple,

It will save him a lot of trouble."

"What about you? Are you no longer a monk?"

"My home is in Mo's Village." Sehao shook the cigarette in his hand, "I may become a monk again in the future, when my faith becomes as pious as before."

"It's not easy to quit smoking." Wei Ran smiled pointedly, "Whether you are a monk or not, Master Sehao, thank you for helping us."

"Thank you for your help to us," the young Master Sehao said seriously.

"rest early"

The cigarette butt in his hand flew away from the firebomb, and he patted the other party's shoulder gently, got up and walked into the temple, shook off the bamboo mat and lay down.

Master Se Hao, who was sitting at the door, smiled and flicked the cigarette butt away. He took out a small bundle of grass from the bamboo basket at the door and covered it on the iron bucket with the charcoal fire burning at the door.
Chapter completed!