Jiang's eldest brother has passed away, so he only has a second brother and a youngest brother.
Jiang Laoer and Jiang Laoyao like to get Cheng Shun drunk, and they always make sure to get him drunk.
Cheng Shun was also very concerned about his reputation, so every time he received a toast from not only his elder and younger brothers-in-law, but also the younger generations, he would drink it.
But today, Jiang Er and Jiang Laoyao had heard about the changes in the Cheng family, but they didn't believe it and started asking questions at the dinner table.
The younger generations of the Jiang family would also come up with something from time to time.
At this time, Cheng Shun didn't need to answer at all. Shanshui just poured wine for him and then asked him to drink.
There were five people in total, including Jiang Laoer, Jiang Laoyao, and the sons of the deceased Jiang Laoda, and four sons-in-law. They were all forced to drink cup after cup by Shanshui.
"Hey, second brother, youngest brother, and you little brats! What's wrong with you? I haven't even had a few drinks, why are you all lying down?"
"Old woman, hurry up and get my second sister-in-law and my younger sister-in-law out so we can get them to bed!"
"And there are a few stinky boys' wives who are taking your men to bed!"
This is the Jiang family. Cheng Shun was as proud as if he was in his own Cheng family's territory, and ordered people to take all the drunk people back.
Shanshui sat calmly on the bench, his eyes clear and without any sign of being drunk.
A group of women ran out of the house.
The Jiang family's wives felt a pang of fear in their hearts. Fortunately, most of the guests had left, and only the villagers were left, otherwise they would have been so embarrassed.
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In the end, a few of them went back without having dinner.
Cheng Yue was worried about Shanshui, so she ran outside to drive the carriage with Shanshui. In the carriage, Cheng Shun was talking nonsense while drunkenly, and Jiang was laughing and scolding him.
"Are you really okay?"
The man next to her reeked of alcohol, but he sat upright holding the reins and whip. Cheng Yue couldn't help but ask.
"fine."
The mountains and rivers are calm and authentic.
"No, how much did you drink? One against eleven? I remember my two uncles were quite drinkable!"
Cheng Yue said.
Shanshui raised his head slightly, looked at the sunset glow in the sky, then turned to Cheng Yue and smiled, saying, "Ayue, I like Shunbo very much."
Cheng Yue: “…”
What does this have to do with anything?
When asked how much he drank, he replied that he liked her dad?
This person must be drunk!
"Ayue, I don't have any relatives. My father used to go out, and each time he was away for no more than two days, but he never took me out."
"My father never scolds me loudly like Uncle Shun scolds Brother Awen, Brother Wu, and you. He never scolded me even when he was teaching me Kung Fu when I was a child. He just ignores me when I want something and doesn't give it to me."
"My father won't hit me on the head, won't call me a brat, won't tell me to hold me up and don't embarrass myself!"
"So, I like Shunbo!"
Shanshui said with a smile on his face.
"Oh, I didn't realize you're a masochist!"
Cheng Yue said with a smile.
Pang Ya's memory shows only one scene of Uncle Mo and Shanshui in the same frame. That was when Pang Ya was sixteen years old. She went to the next village to see the young potter, and then met the father and son returning from hunting.
Both the father and the son had no expression on their faces. They carried the prey and walked very easily without saying a word. They walked a long distance, one in front and one behind, and even looked like strangers.
Cheng Yue understood why Shanshui liked Cheng Shun and the Cheng family.
Because the Cheng family is popular and has a breath of life.
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