"Buy it."
The young woman rolled her eyes at him: "But drink less, no more than one pitcher a month!"
"That's all we have!"
"Okay, okay."
"I'll listen to whatever you say, my wife."
"Honey, wait for me, I'm going to buy it!"
The young man became very excited, grabbed three yuan, and rushed towards the Dongshan beer stall.
Meanwhile, outside the woods, an old man cautiously watched the old woman in front of him.
“Honey, I heard that the beer at that stall is not only free, but also quite cheap.”
"We can't miss out on this kind of good deal."
The old man muttered, "I want to go buy a few bottles to drink."
"How old are you? You're still drinking."
"Are you out of your mind?"
The old woman glared at her fiercely: "No money, I won't buy it!"
"Honey, I only have a drink occasionally."
"Okay, you're all right."
The old man pleaded cautiously again, "I'm already this old. If I don't drink it now, you'll have to pour it in front of my tombstone so I can drink it from the ground."
"What's the point of that?"
"I should have had more drinks when I was alive."
"Right, honey?"
The old man muttered to himself, looking pleadingly at the old woman in front of him once again.
"You."
"You old geezer, you'll drink yourself to death sooner or later!"
The old woman had no choice but to rub the old man's hands together and pull out three cents: "Go ahead, you can only buy one bottle!"
"No more than that!"
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