Chapter 262: Sleep When You Say So
It took half a cigarette's time for the Third Master to stagger over. After sitting down, he looked at the two people who had already started eating and curled his lips in dissatisfaction.
He habitually reached out to take the pipe, but then suddenly pulled his hand back, asked the steward to hand him the chopsticks, and started eating.
The Third Master felt better after eating something. Looking at the cigarette butts thrown away by the steward, he felt that today's meal was a little less interesting no matter how he ate.
While Zhang Xingwang was picking up the food, he lowered his head and shoulders and quickly reached out to grab the pipe, staring at it intently. Without any surprise, his hand had already grabbed a glass of wine lightly.
Just as the Third Master was looking at his hands in surprise, and then at the six-inch-long pipe that had been moved away at some point, his originally mature and wise eyes suddenly became clear and stupid.
I was a little unsure whether the pipe was there from the beginning to the end, and I seemed to be blaming this hand for not communicating with me.
Until I heard a familiar cliché, and it was very careless...
………………
The Third Master bit his numb back teeth, tilted his head back and drank it. The moment he felt the world change so much, he almost blurted out that this wine is poisonous.
He looked at the wine glass he had just put down with bleary eyes, then looked at Zhang Xingwang's hand on the table, which had never moved, and pointed at the wine in his glass, muttering:
"The Eight-Armed Arhat's disciple is indeed worthy of his reputation. I have learned a lot from him today..."
He picked up the wine in front of him, drank a glass, turned the glass upside down, slowly stood up with the help of the table, and barely stood with his hands behind his back...
After a while, the Third Master smiled, and his smile was very cool and calm. He stared at the glass on the table that was full of wine. He felt that he must not have woken up yet, and he might still be dreaming. Then he fell asleep on the table...
Zhang Xingwang shook his head when he saw this, casually gave the Third Master a piece of clothing, and said to the steward who failed to control his expression:
"The good thing about being old is that you can go to bed whenever you want."
The manager looked at Zhang Xingwang, who was looking at him with a fierce look in his eyes, and the three bottles of wine left on the table. He shuddered violently, and then felt as if he was struck by lightning.
A feeling of despair surged in my heart, I tightly grasped the chopsticks, and tremblingly said:
"Don't worry about drinking, let's eat and chat at the same time. You know I like chatting with you...
I'm telling you, my grandson is lazier than a tortoise. When winter comes, he hibernates like a bear...
He never leaves the front door or the back door. People who don’t know him would think he is embroidering at home. If you bury him after he dies in his sleep, he will probably say he is cold and ask you to cover him with more soil. It’s okay if he doesn’t turn over…”
Seeing the steward speaking more and more fluently and faster and faster, Zhang Xingwang frowned, then relaxed and gave a listening expression while eating.
Then, while the steward was taking a breath, he naturally raised his glass to the steward, drank it in one gulp, stared at the steward's glass, and said in a gentle tone:
"I think the young man is quite efficient!"
Seeing Zhang Xingwang narrow his eyes, the air was suddenly filled with an ominous atmosphere, and a trace of palpitating malice came over him. The manager gritted his teeth and finished the wine. Without even catching his breath, he quickly continued:
"It's finally hot, and he's finally able to move, and he's been having fun with a few idlers. When it comes time to do some serious work at night, it's like he's been cursed, and he has no energy at all... cough cough."
Zhang Xingwang gently stretched out his hand, patted the butler on the back, handed him a full glass of wine, and said earnestly:
"Don't be so anxious and talk slowly. You're young, so you probably don't have much new ideas. Let's have a drink to calm down..."
The steward looked at Zhang Xingwang who drank the whole bottle again, and felt the malice in the air again. He looked at the cup which contained more than half a tael of wine, and almost fainted.
He pursed his lips, closed his eyes, covered his heart and drank it. When he opened his eyes, he found Zhang Xingwang pouring wine with great interest. His eyes began to dance wildly, and he didn't bother to wipe the wine stains on the corners of his mouth. Then he said:
"Anyway, I think he is awake physically, but his brain is not. Recently, he has simply lost his brain. At that time, he even asked me if I would eat peanuts if I bought food like this.
Do you think he is mentally ill? We run a market and need peanuts, so do we need this little bit of food?
Um... I was just talking about him, his bad brain, I didn't mean to target you..."
Then the damn malice appeared again...
"What's the big deal? Let's go. I've said it all. I'm not the type to care about things. Let's have a drink to forget the past..."
Half an hour later, Zhang Xingwang put the two old brothers on the kang and covered them with a quilt. Looking at the steward who was still talking in his sleep, he manually shut him up so that he would not disturb the third master's sleep.
Looking at the copper pot still bubbling in the yard, he informed the two sleeping old brothers:
"The pot is great. I'll borrow it for a few days. If you two don't say anything, I'll take that as your consent."
Then he waved his hand and took away the pot and the remaining bottle of wine on the table. He did not leave out the dishes and even took away the plates.
Afterwards, he went back leisurely. This time, he drank at least one bottle. In the end, because the manager's tongue was tied and he spoke more and more confusedly, he drank faster, so he used the space to cheat.
But the space collection is really useful. As long as the covered area is a dead object, it can be said to be moved by telekinesis. It's just that the number of collections is too many, which is a bit of a headache...
After Zhang Xingwang left, the steward opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the Third Master who was sleeping soundly beside him, shook his head and sighed:
"You don't even understand the principle of being able to bend and stretch, and you're still acting like a young man. It turns out that my brother is a tough guy..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked by the "sleeping" Third Master, and heard his impatient voice:
"Who said I don't understand? I just lay down for a while and got drunk. I need to sleep for a while..."
After strolling back home and climbing over the wall to enter the house, Zhang Xingwang looked at his fourth sister lying on his bed and felt dazed. After rubbing his eyes and finding that he was not mistaken, he patted the fourth sister who was sleeping soundly, and asked when he saw that she woke up and burped:
"Why are you in my room? Go back to bed."
"Brother, why did you come back just now? Have you been drinking again? Brother, you didn't go out to fool around, did you?"
"Can you please speak properly? You are my sister, why are you talking to me like my wife? Do you know what fooling around is? Go back to bed."
"I'm just curious. Brother, answer two questions for me and I'll leave right away."
"It's late at night, are you free?"
"Brother, just tell me what the slingshot under your bed is used for. I've been thinking about it all night, otherwise I can't sleep."
"Come on, you just slept like a pig. A slingshot is used to shoot birds, what else can it be used for?"
"You use a slingshot that big to shoot birds? I'd believe you if you said you could shoot airplanes."
"Well, it's for masturbation, okay?"
Zhang Xingwang, who was drowsy, grabbed Simei's arm, then took her off the bed and lay on it himself. Then he fell asleep in a daze due to the alcohol, completely ignoring Simei's mumbling beside him...
