Cao Fei was stunned.
He looked at the tavern that had appeared in front of him. There was a flag in front of the door, and on it were written five crooked words," Three bowls do not pass the post."”
"Are you lost?"
Cao Fei rubbed his eyes.
Behind him was a mud road that wasn't very spacious. There were two large willow trees by the side of the road. The wine shop was built beside the thatched cottage, which looked very much like a scene in a historical film.
"I just went to the suburbs for a picnic with my friends. I drank too much and came out to get some water.”
What should he do now?
Apart from his sports attire that didn't even have a pocket, he only had a half-opened bottle of 53% Moutai liquor in his hand.
She didn't bring her wallet or her phone.
There was no one around.
Kissed…
Don't panic…
We can win!
Let's go in and take a look first.
If it was really a film studio, there would definitely be staff members inside. He would borrow their phones to contact his friends, then meet up with the rest and leave quickly.
Cao Fei couldn't be blamed for being overly suspicious. He could only blame the strange and fresh smell that permeated everywhere in this place, making him, who was used to 'inhaling' PM 2.5, feel a little uncomfortable.
Before he entered the door, a servant wearing a round hat and cloth clothes suddenly jumped out.
The two of them raised their heads and looked at each other. They were both stunned.
Cao Fei,"Hi~o(* ? ▽ ? *)(hi)"
The two of them stared at each other for a while. In the end, the servant couldn't help but bend down and ask tentatively,"Sir, are you here to drink?"
"Wine? What wine?"
Cao Fei touched the back of his head and was instantly confused.
However, he had a favor to ask of someone. He planned to borrow the other party's phone later, so he could only pretend to understand. He nodded politely and followed the other party into the wine shop.
The tavern wasn't big, and the decorations were simple and unadorned.
It exuded a simple and ancient aura.
A straw mat separated the hall into two sections. In front of it were a few square tables and benches, and behind them were chopping boards and water vats. It should be the kitchen where the tavern cooked.
At this moment, a long-haired man was sitting in the front hall. He was dressed in a green robe and there was a large plate of cooked meat and a few empty porcelain bowls in front of him.
What surprised Cao Fei was that the man had a hairpin on his head that only existed in ancient times.
He was born with a dignified appearance and a forthright expression.
"Where did you find this extra?"
Cao Fei was still thinking about how to borrow his phone when the man suddenly stood up and slammed the table impatiently. He urged the servant,"Shopkeeper, hurry up and pour me some wine.”
The servant returned to the man's table with a stunned expression. He did not serve him wine, but kindly advised,"Sir, although my wine is a village wine, it tastes richer than old wine.”
"Have you seen the flag at the door that says three bowls of Bugang?”
"Whenever a customer comes to our restaurant and eats three bowls of it, they will get drunk and can't pass Jingyang Ridge in front of them. Therefore, it's called 'Three Bowls Can't Pass Ridge.”
The man didn't think much of it. Instead, he chuckled." Look, I'm drunk.”
"No, I haven't."
"Are you afraid that I'll pay less for your drinks?"
"This…"
The man didn't waste any time talking to him. He directly took out a silver ingot that was about five taels from his pocket and stuffed it into the servant's hand without any explanation. He waved his hand and urged,"Go, quickly pour me three more bowls of wine.”
Seeing that the man insisted on drinking and did not listen to his advice, the manservant was not worried that the other party would take the opportunity to renege on the bill when he was drunk. He could only helplessly rush into the kitchen to ask the shopkeeper for advice.
Cao Fei stood at the side and overheard their conversation. He felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck his heart.
Familiar lines, familiar formula!
Wasn't this the scene of Wu Song fighting the tiger in Water Margins?
Could it be that he had transmigrated?
Or could it be that he had coincidentally bumped into someone filming a period drama in the film studio?
If it's the latter, then wouldn't I have let the camera see through me by barging in?
Cao Fei silently moved back. At the same time, he secretly looked around. He did not find any cameras or other staff members hidden at the side. He was a little puzzled.
At the same time, a bold and absurd thought popped up from the bottom of his heart.
In order to further verify, Cao Fei imitated the tone of the two people just now and asked the servant for confirmation in fear.
After the servant heard the call, he hurriedly ran out of the kitchen. He first poured three bowls of wine for the man beside him and quickly replied to Cao Fei,"Sir, this is Jingyang Ridge, which belongs to Yanggu County.”
"Listen to my advice. There is a white-fronted insect on Jingyang Ridge that often comes out to hurt people. It has taken the lives of dozens of burly men one after another. Now, the county magistrate is ordering the surrounding hunters to capture and punish it.”
"If you want to go to the post, you must form a team and go to the post at noon. Don't go to the post at other times, so as not to lose your life in vain.”
"Yanggu County, Jingyang Ridge…"
Cao Fei was stunned on the spot. It was as if an electric current had struck his back. Although he was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to face this bizarre reality.
Damn it…he really transmigrated.
Wasn't this a common scene in fantasy novels?
Moreover, he had transmigrated into the world of Water Margins.
From the looks of it, wasn't the man who was drinking the famous tiger hero Wu Song?
One of the tragic protagonists of Water Margins.
What should he do next?
Or more precisely, how could he hug her thigh faster and more conveniently?
Cao Jun, who had read countless novels, was also a little dumbfounded.
This was not a paradise where they could live and work in peace.
Instead, it was filled with danger.
The meat bun shop at Shizi Slope!
The man-eating tiger of Jingyang Gang!
There were also those heroes who filled the green forest and occupied the mountains as kings. They liked to carry a big knife and do some non-capital transactions.
If the other party kindly put a knife to your neck and asked you in a friendly and enthusiastic manner,'Do you want to eat flat knife noodles or wontons'?
How do you answer?
He only had one life.
She was attracted by the half-bottle of white wine in Cao Fei's hand and looked over.
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