Chapter 989: All-Army Competition

The lights in the courtyard were quite bright. Song Tan walked through the asphalt road, and the greenhouse on the slope was illuminated pale white by the street lights.

When the wind blew, the plastic film rattled.

She lifted the curtain and saw the furnace fire in the middle of the shed jumping. The whole shed was full of wet and warm mud and green vegetable mixed breath, and among them, the cucumbers were in the place closest to the door.

Don't say, the strawberry fragrance is still domineering, you can smell it at the door.

Song Tan instantly abandoned the cucumber, and then walked to the strawberry field inside.

The lights in the greenhouse were turned on, and in the green leaves, strawberries of deep red were hidden and couldn't be hidden, clustered and piled up, like a group of little pitiful ones huddled together for warmth.

But... how can it be so delicious when it is so pitiful?

Song Tan was very puzzled, so she touched a basket from the side and quickly picked a basket.

Look at the watermelon in front, couldn't help but reach out and pat it—although she hasn't learned the true meaning until now, how to pick a melon has been learned.

Looking at the expansion of the skin pattern and the withered melon stalk, she picked three, found a basket again and loaded it up.

The childish Little Wang was baring his teeth, as if fighting in the jungle. As for Da Qi and Da Sun...

And Wu Lan stood below, bent slightly, inserted her hands into people's armpits, and with a dry pull, lifted people up, and placed them in the corner of the car bucket like a statue.

Because after the two squirmed twice, they found that the burden was lost, and they put the vegetable basin on their backs in the restaurant...

Wu Lan waved her hand: "I'll pull it up the mountain later."

Zhang Zhang Yanping answered loudly: "I'm not drunk!"

"Da Qi, Da Qi, you strive for success!"

But her happiness soon returned to the origin:

Don't mention it.

Watermelons can be put aside first, but the strawberries don't have that blessing, only the people who are children can eat them first.

"Da Sun! Dry them!"

Wu Lan also had a headache, and quickly decided: "On the day of the pig-slaughtering feast, only one liang of liquor will be given to each person."

"Yes, it is," Liao Li was also puzzled: "They also followed to toast and drink—Zhang Yanping, Zhang Yanping!" She shouted: 【

"Quick, quick, quick, come over here, these young men are drunk and can't be stopped!"

A full two "snails."

"Don't you still have empty rooms downstairs? I'll get them in there in a moment. Otherwise, it's not safe for a young lady to be drunk."

Song Tan nodded heavily, and at this moment she said deeply and with a sigh: "Alcohol really hurts the body... and it's so embarrassing..."

"Nonsense! Wang Wang's movements are so agile!"

That's right, Liao Li said he would bring them over, and soon he led one over.

With only Secretary Zhu left, Song Qiao Song Qiao kept her behind:

Good, good, good! Now I really feel that my liquor wasn't wasted.

At this moment, they were just looking at the courtyard happily, their eyes dazed.

—Now the problem is with the Song family.

"You say our wall is only this wide, I'm really afraid they'll fall off!"

"You say, what should we do with this group of people tonight?"

Strawberries in the left hand, watermelon in the right, and this cucumber...

Otherwise, if they all pass out drunk, who will clean up?

"Xiao Li is the fastest, look, he's already climbed to first place!"

"Bring them over."

Fortunately, this group of people has a limit to their drunken antics; now that the alcohol has worn off, they are still quite obedient when they need to be.

Song Qiao Song Qiao was both worried and amused:

She had already decided to give up.

Just as she entered the front gate, she heard a gust of wind from above, and then a figure jumped down quickly, followed by the second, the third...

As for the freshly picked strawberries and watermelons...

After they jumped off the wall, they rolled on the ground—actually, the wall was only 1.7 meters high.

Wu Lan glanced at them and laughed—both of them were holding their phones and recording!

"Good! The whole army competition, Brother Du, you must be the champion!"

Song Tan was stunned, then hurried back to the courtyard.

The next moment, he sat on the steps and buried his head to sleep.

As for Liao Li and Xin Jun...

As for Song Song Meide and Song Song Sancheng...

Just out of the greenhouse, she heard her phone ring, and Wu Lan's voice came through:

Not to mention anything else, just providing this entertainment, they could laugh for two years just from tonight!

Just one, two, three, four, five; very soon, all 10 people were stuffed in. Liao Li also climbed up, watching Wu Lan fasten the fence.

"First they climbed upstairs, then jumped down from the stairs. My heart was already trembling, and then they climbed the wall and ran along it whoosh, whoosh..."

A total of 5 jumped.

"You don't know, you had just gone out, and they rushed out saying the competition had started."

She turned her head silently and looked at the sober Liao Li and Xin Jun.

Wu Lan looked into the restaurant and found the father and son holding empty cups, taking a sip each, not knowing what kind of nonsense they were reminiscing about, both of them teary-eyed.

But just after washing the strawberries, she heard Liao Li worrying:

Wu Lan looked around, thinking that Secretary Zhu's family probably has many soldiers. Not to mention anything else, the vegetable basin on their backs was quite steady...

And the few people, including Xiao Du, who had finished crawling, finally stopped; at this moment, they were standing there swaying, already tottering.

Wu Lan took a look; the first-place Xiao Du was crawling on the ground, and the fastest, Xiao Li, was now in last place.

Wu Lan "puffed" with laughter; the small wall at home is only a meter high, and the group in front of her could probably clear it with one hand, yet now they were rolling on the ground to dissipate the force as if it were a serious matter...

But watching the two of them laughing foolishly, Wu Lan always felt it was unreliable. She couldn't help but wonder: "Their drinking capacity isn't usually that great! Now that others are drunk after two taels, why are they two fine? Didn't they drink?"

"Are you drunk?"

One was shooting a panoramic view, the other was taking close-ups.

Looking at the edge of the courtyard again, Old Zhu was leading several old men clapping "papa-papa," and Secretary Zhu was watching with eyes glowing, her cheers getting louder and louder:

"I didn't expect this group of drunks to run so steadily. When they came off that low wall, they were like pangolins, rolling down in a ball to dissipate the force..."

Then they crawled on the ground like earthworms—because they were drunk, it was more like wiggling left and right forward...

As she spoke, she was the first to lower the truck's tailgate and stood on it, reaching out to Song Tan:

"In such cold weather, everyone is drunk, who will take care of them later?"

Looking at Xin Jun again, his face wasn't red, his eyes were clear, and he smiled slightly when he met Song Qiao Song Qiao's gaze, then started spinning in circles in front of him.

Wu Lan laughed out loud: "Right! They are irrational, that's why they love to drink; look, we don't touch it."

Seeing this drunkenness, it didn't look like they wanted to vomit, so she called Song Tan: "Later, put them all in the front of the pickup truck, you get in too, and watch them so they don't crawl out, okay?"

Old Zhu and the others still didn't know that by their own efforts, they had cut the liquor for the entire pig-slaughtering feast in half.

What to do?