This is crossing

The chief executive of Grand Town is a chubby, friendly-looking old man. Holding a glass of persimmon wine—this is the third glass he has snatched with his privilege—he said with a smile: “Everyone has given away all the wine. Have you had all the wine? Come on, come on, you can start voting."

After speaking, he took the lead in putting the note with the number written on it into the ballot box.

In fact, judging from the reactions of the townspeople, the result of the competition is self-evident, and voting is nothing more than a formality.

Most people voted for their favorite candidate without hesitation, but some people were more conflicted.

"What should I do?" A certain uncle chewed his ear to his companion distressedly, "I agreed to vote for Hank, but his wine is really not as good as that foreign boy's. I, Baker, have lived most of my life, and this is the first time I drink it so good. What about drinks, should we still vote or not?"

"...Let's vote, otherwise Hank's temper, if he finds out that we don't vote for him, he might beat us up. I can't beat him with ten of them!"

"That's right, let's vote. Besides, I have been patronizing his tavern for decades, and we are old friends. It's hard to justify not voting for him."

……

Not long after, the results of the votes were announced, and Yang Tao took the lead with an absolute advantage. No.2 is Hanke, but compared to Yang Tao, he is sixty or seventy votes short.

Women came in third, with only about twenty votes.She smiled sweetly, as if she didn't care at all.

The young man only had less than ten votes for the worst. He had a wooden face and could not see any depression.

As soon as the result came out, Hank's face was blue, and he was blowing his beard.The people around were afraid of being angered, so they all retreated three feet away from him.

"This is impossible!"

Panting heavily, Hank strode towards Yang Tao, saw that there was some wine left, picked it up and drank it in one gulp, paused for a while, his face turned ugly again, and said in a rough voice: "What kind of wine are you? ? Whose wine tastes like yours? You are just sweet water, sweet water! Those who voted for you are fucking ignorant bumpkins!"

As soon as Hank said this, a boat was overturned, and the faces of the surrounding townspeople showed dissatisfaction.

Yang Tao said: "You can't afford to lose, can you?"

Hank was even angrier, spit flying, and his voice was like thunder: "Who the hell can't afford to lose? I won't admit that you are wine! I have been brewing wine for a lifetime, don't you know what wine tastes like?"

Yang Tao looked away in disgust, lest his droplets splash on his face.

Hank took a step, and wanted to say something more, but suddenly, before he could react, he was thrown out by a strong force.

I saw Han Kehu's burly mountain body flying up, drawing a graceful parabola in mid-air, and then hitting the ground heavily, a burst of dust flew up.The sound of meat hitting the ground is heard in people's ears, as if they can empathize with the pain.

Yang Tao felt a toothache, turned his eyes away, and couldn't bear to look directly.

The knight who threw the person out clapped his hands and continued to act as his low-key pusher, as if nothing had happened just now.

Even though Hank's skin is thick and fleshy, it takes a long time to come back to life.He raised his neck with difficulty, turned his face to the side and said "Bah bah" a few times, spit out the dust in his mouth, stared at Yang Tao and his party with blood red eyes resentfully, suddenly roared, got up and rushed towards them .

A few more low-key and simple knights lined up in front of Yang Tao and Ansair. As soon as Hank approached, it was as if he had hit a hard wall head-on, and was instantly sent flying out. He got up and charged again. Come here, fly again... and again and again.

Yang Tao yawned boredly, and said to Ansair: "It's over, let's go home!"

Hank got up staggeringly again, staggering forward, a knight's light kick became the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely making him lie down, unable to move.

Oh my god, so cruel!

But finally I can go home.

He won the competition and slapped Hank in the face. He was happy, but Yang Tao didn't feel complacent. Hank's brewing skills are at the level of elementary school students, and he himself is not much better, at most, he is only a junior high school student. Level, if you win, you will laugh at fifty steps, nothing to be proud of.

Ansair's belly is getting bigger and bigger day by day, and Yang Tao plans to stay in Grand Town until the baby is born.The rented house was too small, he and Ansair lived in the main house, and it was pitiful for those knights and entourages to squeeze into a small room, so they wanted to change to a bigger one.

But before he had time to change, Yang Tao's remote little house suddenly became lively, and guests from all walks of life came in an endless stream.

First, the CEO came to visit in private clothes, with only one guard and a bunch of gifts.

He was full of smiles, making his chubby face beaming with joy. The first thing he did when he saw Yang Tao was to praise him from head to toe, from toe to head. The praise made Yang Tao's ears burn, and he silently doubted: Is this person he is talking about me?Why do I feel so strange?

After walking around for a long time, Yang Tao also asked what he was doing here. It turned out that he was here to beg for a drink.Say it earlier!Caused him to listen to nonsense for a long time!

The chief executive is the highest official of a town. The so-called strong dragon does not overwhelm the local snake. They want to live comfortably in Gelan Town, so this person has to give him face.

The persimmon wine had already been drunk during the competition, but Yang Tao tasted the hand-made ale and it was considered a success, so he gave him a jar now.

When the CEO heard that it was a new type of wine, he couldn't wait to take a sip, his eyes lit up, and he drank a whole glass, shaking his head with an expression of great enjoyment, and asked after a while: "What kind of wine is this? Although it is a bit bitter after drinking, the aftertaste is mellow and fragrant!"

"It's ale."

"Huh? Wine made from wheat? Can wine be made from wheat?" The CEO was a little surprised, "Yeah, good, very good!"

The CEO left contentedly, and not long after, another guest came, who was the female proprietor of one of the three taverns.