I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Chapter 242 Yang Muer is drunk

The piece of rice paper that Feng Yuan brought was written when her mind was confused. It was what Song Shixia felt before he died. The more she knew, the clearer her consciousness became. She knew a person named Tu Huaining in Song Shixia's memory.

That person could save her mother, so she collected money and brought her mother to the capital. However, she didn't know where Tu Huaining lived. After finding out with great difficulty, she invited Tu Huaining back, but her mother did not wait for her.

Yin Fushu still remembers what Tu Huaining said at that time: "If it had been a few days earlier, it would have been fine. Song Er was the same at the beginning..."

So she came to Wanfu Mountain in a daze. She thought that Song Er could not wait for Tu Huaining, and her mother also could not wait for Tu Huaining. After her mother's death, she could no longer find the meaning of living, and she planned to guard Song Shixia's tomb for the rest of her life.

She buried her mother next to Song Shixia's grave. Her mother was also a gentle person, and Song Shixia was also a very gentle person. She felt that this was just right.

But the closer she got to Song Shixia's tomb, the more memories she had. Sometimes she couldn't even tell whether she was Yin Fushu or the reincarnation of Song Shixia. She also understood more clearly Song Shixia's unfulfilled wish.

If Song Shixia couldn't complete something, she would do it for him.

Not long after Lin Jin and several others reported the matter to the authorities, the thief was caught. He was indeed a waiter in the inn. The conversation between Lin Jin and Yang Mule was heard clearly by the innkeeper, who later told them about it as a joke.

He said that Lin Jin was obviously a young master who had never traveled far and was protected by his family and knew nothing. He also heard that the bag contained gems and gold beads that were obviously very valuable. Greed arose in his heart, and while Lin Jin and a few others were having dinner downstairs, he climbed in through the backyard window.

"Sir, I really didn't see any Dongzhu. There was nothing in the bundle except a few clothes and a pass." The waiter was beaten with a few sticks and cried bitterly, saying that he was wronged. "If I lied, I will die miserably!"

"You broke into our house and stole everything in our bag. You said it wasn't you who stole it, so who else could it be?" Zhuang Buyin knelt on the ground with his body straight, pointing at the waiter and cursing, "If we didn't have the treasure, how could you be so greedy? Now you say you don't have it, maybe you hid it."

"What's the point of swearing? If swearing is useful, why do we need the county government?"

Lin Jin and Yang Mule were outside watching Zhuang Buyin speak so confidently and without any guilt at all, and they didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Will the car flip over? Besides..." Lin Jin looked at the waiter lying prone. His clothes were already stained with blood after being hit by a few boards. "How about we just leave it like this? It's quite pitiful."

"What is a car flip?" Yang Muer focused on this new word, "Is it the word in Beijing?"

"Well, no. This is not important. Otherwise we should let Zhuang Buyin let it go. It would be serious if we continue talking about it." Lin Jin sighed. In the first place, they didn't really lose anything. They had already learned enough of the lesson.

"How come you, a Han Chinese, don't know the laws as well as us Hu people?" Yang Muer muttered strangely, "Are you a Han Chinese?"

Lin Jin stopped talking. The law was so strict and she had never reported it to the authorities. "If it doesn't work, forget it. They are not our own people anyway."

The thieves were at fault first.

In the end, the so-called Dongzhu could never be found, so Zhuang Buyin generously said that the waiter should be beaten with ten boards and put in jail for reflection, and the matter would be forgotten.

Lin Jin looked at the bag that Zhuang Buyin handed to her and smiled: "Thank you."

"You don't have to feel bad. This is definitely not the first time he has stolen something. He can work as a waiter because he has never been caught. He deserves the suffering he has endured today." Zhuang Buyin could see the guilt in Lin Jin's eyes. "You have had things stolen from you, why are you still thinking about the thief?"

"I'm not worried about him. Let's not talk about that. Does your leg hurt from kneeling?" Lin Jin's feet were a little sore from standing. Zhuang Buyin had been kneeling for so long just now, and he didn't know if his knee was injured. "Why don't we find a clinic and get some medicine to apply or something?"

Zhuang Buyin's ears turned red and his eyes dodged, "That's nothing. We were in a lot more pain when we were practicing Kung Fu before. We weren't as delicate as you."

Lin Jin realized it belatedly and felt a little embarrassed: "Then let's go back to the inn first."

The owner of the inn didn't expect that it was actually someone from his store who stole things. After Lin Jin and the others came back, he asked someone to send a table of delicious wine and food as an apology. If this matter was not handled properly, the inn's business would be ruined in the future.

"It's because of my mouth that I brought this upon you, gentlemen. I'll drink a glass of wine as an apology to you three." The shopkeeper poured a glass of wine and drank it all. "This table of wine and food is a small token of my appreciation. I hope you three will forgive me."

"How can you be blamed for this? You hired him as a waiter in the store to make a living because you felt sorry for him." Zhuang Buyin also drank the wine in his hand. Lin Jin and Yang Muer could not drink, so they also drank a glass of tea instead of wine.

The matter was just left as it was. After all, the shopkeeper had never expected that his words would lead to such a thing, and the three people did not think of blaming the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically: "Then you guys eat and drink well, I will go and get busy here first."

While they were not paying attention, Yang Mule secretly poured herself a glass of wine. She smelled it and found it quite fragrant. However, she almost wanted to vomit the mellow wine as soon as it passed through her throat, and finally she kept dry heaving.

"You..." Lin Jin found her like this very funny, "Why did you drink this secretly?"

"I just wanted to see whether our goat milk wine tastes better or your sorghum wine, who knew it was so unpalatable." Yang Muer wrinkled her nose. She liked the Uighur goat milk wine, but her Ana didn't let her drink it, saying it would make her drunk.

Lin Jin laughed grimly: "How can wine taste good?"

Brewing wine requires grain, but there is not enough grain to eat. How many people are willing to use the grain to make wine?

So wine was very expensive in this era, and fine wine was even more expensive. The quality of the pot of wine given by the shopkeeper should be considered good, and his sincerity was really sufficient.

"Why do they like to drink it so much?" Yang Muer didn't believe it. It must be because the wine was not good. "Isn't it said that some fine wines are soft on the palate and have a sweet aftertaste?"

Lin Jin nodded. There are indeed such good wines, but for people who don’t like drinking, these so-called soft wines still taste spicy, and Yang Mule would never like to drink them.

Moreover, most of the wines of this era are sweet wines, which Yangmul cannot get used to. So probably the only wines that Yangmul can drink are milk wine and fruit wine.

"It feels like a lie. There is no good wine in your Central Plains." Yang Mule was a little unhappy. She had read so many poems before and those people loved drinking so much. She thought the wine in the Central Plains was delicious.

"If you really want to try it, I will make you some fruit wine. It will taste better with the fruit in it." Lin Jin smiled helplessly.

Yang Muer pursed his lips: "Is it really delicious?"

Are you really not lying to her?

"It should be pretty good. I'll make you some rice dumplings made with fermented glutinous rice in a couple of days. They'll actually taste pretty good." Lin Jin said this with some lack of confidence. She had eaten rice dumplings made with fermented glutinous rice before, but she thought they were sour and thought they were bad. However, others tasted them and said they were good.

She was probably allergic to alcohol, so she couldn't taste the original flavor of the alcohol.

"Really? Can't we do it now?" Yang Mule blinked like Lin Jin usually does.

Lin Jin laughed and cried: "How can I help you now? You are making it difficult for me."

"I want to eat it now." Yang Muer hugged Lin Jin's arm and began to act coquettishly, "Ana would make whatever I wanted to eat before."

"But I'm not Ana."

"Then you will be Ana in the future." Yang Mule looked at Lin Jin aggrievedly.

Lin Jin covered her face. She seemed to know why Yang Mule was so strange. The child seemed to be drunk.