As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 169 We are destined
"When the Blood-shirt Army started its uprising, all the young and strong men in the village joined the army."

"They say they're joining the army, but they don't actually have a specific organization. They get some food every day, wander the streets, and teach everyone to chant the slogans of the Bloody Shirt Army."

"Everyone is busy with the Blood-Robed Army, looking forward to His Majesty overthrowing the old dynasty, fulfilling his promise, and bringing happiness to the people..."

"Working hard on the farm is not as good as people wearing red scarves and shouting slogans all over the streets. Gradually, no one is working in the fields anymore."

"But……"

"Even if Your Majesty conquers the world, if there is no one to work in the fields, where will the food come from? Where will the rewards come from?"

……

At night, candlelight flickers in an ordinary rural mud house.

The kind-looking old lady brought two dishes to the table.

The food was very ordinary and simple, with few meat dishes, just some ordinary vegetarian dishes.

She kept chattering while serving food to the two people.

Ye Wuzui shook his body when he heard this, but didn't say much.

Mingchen was considered a high-ranking official, but he did not despise the simple meal. He took the other person's meal and smiled and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

"Harmful!"

"I'm an old lady with no children, and I'm happy just looking at you young people."

The old lady smiled and waved her hand: "It's just plain food, don't despise it."

He also did not forget to give Fuyao a small bowl of rice.

Ye Wuzui, on the other hand, had no scruples and ate his meal with big mouthfuls: "I don't mind, I don't mind."

"Auntie, please stop working~"

Ye Wuzui shook his head and turned to look at Mingchen: "Brother, you don't look like you are from Daqi? Are you from the north? May I ask what brings you here?"

Wang Huai had already divided the land and was crowned king, and the territory of the Blood Clothes Army was called Da Qi.

Ye Wuzui could see that Mingchen had an extraordinary bearing and did not seem like a worldly traveler.

There was no red cloth on his body, perhaps it came from the territory of Qianyuan in the north.

"Yes!"

"Brother Ye, I'm from Qianyuan Qingzhou. I came here to visit an old friend in Xiaoyao City."

Between getting fire for Fuyao and meeting Wang Huai, Mingchen chose to meet Wang Huai first.

First of all, it is a bit rude to go to someone else's territory and take their things without meeting them in person. Mingchen is a person who pays great attention to quality.

Secondly, in terms of route, Xiaoyao City is indeed closer.

"Oh?"

"Xiaoyao City?"

Ye Wuzui raised his eyebrows and asked Mingchen, "May I ask who Brother Chen's friend is? I'm familiar with Xiaoyao City! Maybe I know him!"

Mingchen glanced at him with interest, as if he had glimpsed some of his identity. He immediately waved his hand and said, "The nameless man is Liu Wang. Brother Ye probably doesn't know him."

Ye Wuzui pondered for a moment, frowned slightly, and finally shook his head: "Forgive my ignorance, I really don't know him."

He raised his teacup and habitually wanted to say something: "I will punish myself..."

But when he saw that there was water in the teacup, he suddenly stopped.

"Hahaha~ Brother Ye must be a wine lover, right?"

Mingchen smiled and took out the gourd without waiting for the other party to shamelessly ask for it. "How about trying my wine?"

"Hey!"

"Brother, I like your personality!"

"Hahaha~ Come on, come on!"

"Brother, I like this kind of wine!"

As soon as Mingchen took out the wine gourd, the drunkard's face changed instantly and even his address changed.

The one eye he looked at Mingchen was full of admiration and intimacy.

He was still thinking about how to change the topic to drinking.

This little brother took it out himself.

Be sensible!
Mingchen shook his head with emotion and poured him a glass of wine.

I didn't expect that since leaving home, the thing I used most often was to fulfill the little bamboo monster's vow.

In an instant, the fragrance of bamboo wine filled the room.

"Good wine!"

"What a drink!"

"I, Old Ye, have been drinking for so many years, but this is the first time I've smelled such a fragrant wine."

"Anyone who can produce such good wine must not be a bad person."

"Brother, I'm determined to be your friend!"

Ye Wuzui's face immediately turned red, he took a deep breath, and his face was full of intoxication.

Mingchen: ...

This is the first time I've heard of using wine to distinguish loyalty from treachery.

"Ha~"

Drink loudly!

After drinking a glass of wine, Ye Wuzui couldn't help smacking his lips, his face full of intoxication.

“Good wine, good wine!”

"Come on, brother, I toast you!"

"What's the name of this wine?"

Unfortunately, green bamboo wine is not intoxicating.

Mingchen and Sister Dai drank a lot, but they basically never got drunk.

This guy is a drunkard who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and his alcohol tolerance is terrifying. I guess he is in serious condition.

"Dry!"

"It's just some simple bamboo wine."

It's easy to make friends at the dinner table.

As soon as the glasses clinked, they became brothers.

After the old lady finished cleaning up, she came to the table, sniffed, and smelled the aroma of green bamboo wine.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Auntie, please stop working and let's sit together for a while."

After drinking some wine, Ye Wuzui was in a good mood.

The old lady asked with a smile, "It seems that you two like to drink?"

"When I'm drunk, the world has a special feeling, the spring breeze and I are both nameless." Ye Wuzui raised his glass, his single eye full of intoxication: "Auntie, to be honest, in my life, I only like this sip of wine~"

"I have no other desire but to get drunk~"

"Hey!"

The old lady chuckled when she heard this: "Isn't that a coincidence?!"

"I have some homemade wine here, can you try it?"

As she spoke, she walked into the house and took out a medium-sized wine jar.

Judging from the shape of the wine jar, it must be quite old.

Ye Wuzui looked at the old lady's wine jar, feeling a little curious but also a little embarrassed: "This... Auntie, we eat your food and drink your drinks, but it's too much trouble for you..."

The wine Mingchen drank today was enough to make him intoxicated.

The old lady smiled kindly and shook her head gently. "I have no children, and I don't like alcohol. I just brewed this wine when I was bored. It's fate that I met you two today, otherwise no one would drink this wine..."

Mingchen just sat aside, observing the old lady with a smile.

Not much to say.

"Good~"

"Then I will respectfully obey your command!"

"Hey~"

The old lady smiled and nodded: "That's right!"

Then the seal of the wine jar was opened.

The next moment, their expressions changed.

Is it not good?
Do not!
On the contrary, it is too good, better than you can imagine.

In an instant, an indescribable fragrance emanated from the wine jar, directly covering up the aroma of the green bamboo wine.

It's a very strange feeling.

I haven't taken a sip yet, just smelled it.

I only felt that the flowers were blooming before my eyes, and my feet were light as if falling into clouds and mist.

An ordinary village, ordinary thatched houses.

However, in Ye Wuzui's eyes, it seemed like a fairyland and a dream.

Climbing to the ninth cloud, I dreamed of beautiful buildings and palaces.

"This this……"

He opened his mouth and stared at the old lady in front of him, unable to speak.

With my drunken eyes blurred, everything in front of me seemed like a dream.

Before I knew it, fairy clouds were swirling around.

The kind and gentle old lady in front of me seemed to change her appearance gradually in the hazy light.

The hunched body gradually became taller, the wrinkled skin seemed to become tighter, the withered face changed little by little, and a cinnabar mole on the forehead made her look like a fairy.

"Uh...good...good wine!"

"Excuse me, Miss... um, what kind of wine is this?"

The words just fell.

Before the other party can respond.

"boom!"

The drunkard's head hit the table, and he smiled foolishly with a look of discontent, as if he had fallen into a wine jar and entered a wonderful dream.

He asked for a drink, and this is what he got.

[Drunkards are not drunk]

[A drunkard drinks a thousand cups, just to get drunk once.]

[Drunkard's Wish: Eight Styles of the Drunken Immortal]

"Excuse me, elder, what kind of wine is this?"

The drunkard lay down neatly, but Mingchen was on the other side, quietly looking at the old lady in front of him, and asked the question on behalf of Ye Wuzui.

Fuyao didn't notice anything different about her.

But from the moment they met, he could feel that this old lady was extraordinary.

"Young man, it's called Drunken Flower Language."

Unfortunately, Ye Wuzui, who was now drunk, could not hear the name of the wine.

The aroma of wine spread, flowing through the window and into the yard.

The flowers and plants that were trampled by the rude soldiers who broke into the yard at dusk now seemed to be revitalized, growing wildly, and the buds bloomed with gorgeous flowers.

The old lady gently touched the wine jar and said to Mingchen with a smile.

The bird suddenly raised its head and stood in front of Mingchen, looking at the seemingly kind old lady with a wary look.

The old lady turned to Mingchen and asked, "Don't you want to try a drink?"

Mingchen shook his head and pointed at Ye Wuzui, who got drunk after taking a sip: "I'm afraid that after drinking, I won't be able to talk to the elders."

"Hahaha~"

The old lady smiled and waved her hand: "No, wine only makes those who seek it drunk drunk drunk."

"Don't be nervous, the old lady means no harm."

The old lady stretched out her hand and pointed her index finger at the bird.

Invisible energy flowed in his hands, transformed into a beautiful flower, and flew towards the bird.

The moment the flower fell on the bird, the bird trembled all over.

"Wow!"

The loud cry pierced the night sky of the village, and the white wings spread out, overturning the table and food.

Fuyao only felt that the magic power in his body was flowing rapidly, and the bottleneck he encountered in his practice was simply broken through, and his strength seemed to have reached a higher level.

Mingchen asked, "May I ask who the elder is?"

The old lady lowered her eyes slightly, a glint in her eyes. She did not answer him, but asked instead: "Young man, do you think there are immortals and gods in this world?"

Mingchen thought for a moment and said, "There should be."

"Where are the immortals?"

Mingchen shook his head: "I don't know, the nine-story palace, the jade buildings."

The old lady smiled and said, "The gods and immortals exist in people's legends, but they also exist in the human world."

Mingchen didn't want to speak these riddles to the old lady.

He simply turned to the old lady and asked, "Who are you, elder? Why are you meeting me?"

As she spoke, the old lady's voice seemed to become lighter and lighter, and her cloudy eyes became clear, reflecting Mingchen's appearance: "The insects turned into butterflies, dancing among the flowers. We are destined to be together."

(End of this chapter)