Du Kang is an ancient master winemaker who is famous for making fine wines all over the world. Liu Ling is a famous man in the world, full of belly, one of the seven sages of the bamboo forest, the biggest hobby is to drink, see the wine then can not move, have to drink a drunk, only to give up. And look at how Liu Ling drank and died drunk.
On this day, Liu Ling heard that Du Kang had created another fine wine, claiming that even if the amount of wine was large, he could only drink one bowl at most, two bowls were drunk for three years. At this time, the wine worm in Liu Ling's belly was hooked again, and he immediately set out to find Du Kang. When I saw Du Kang, I arched my hand, looked up to the old brother's name for a long time, and recently heard that the old brother had produced fine wine and wine, and came to taste it.
As soon as he saw Liu Ling, Du Kang knew that trouble was coming. Du Kang said that it is okay to taste, but only one bowl can be drunk. Liu Ling said, OK, OK, OK. Just drink one bowl as you say. Immediately, Du Kang moved out of the wine altar, opened the sealing mud, and carefully punched out a bowl with the wine and handed it to Liu Ling. Liu Ling looked down and sniffed, praising, good wine, good wine. Without waiting to sit down, I raised the bowl and drank it slowly. Smacking his lips and sighing, such a fine wine, even if drunk to death, is worth it. Another bowl! Du Kang said that he could only drink one bowl. Liu Ling said urgently, others can only drink one bowl, as far as my amount of wine is concerned, three or five bowls are fine, give me another bowl. Du Kang couldn't help him, so he had to punch another bowl of wine out of the wine bowl. Say, come, sit down, and taste slowly. Liu Ling drank a mouthful of praise, drank a sigh and a beautiful, and did not feel that a bowl of wine was drunk again.
At this time, Liu Ling was slightly drunk, his eyes were confused, and the excitement of the wine was even higher. Shout, another bowl to enjoy. Du Kang said, you are drunk, you really can't drink anymore. Liu Ling didn't care about all this, just shouted and brought wine. Du Kang couldn't stand Liu Ling's stalking and thought, anyway, drinking can't die. Only to hold another bowl of wine out, Liu Ling leaned back on his neck and grunted and drank, saying good wine and good wine in his mouth, and shook out the door step by step and walked home. When I got home, I was drunk and unconscious. His wife thought that Liu Ling was dead and was buried in The Village East Hill.
On this day, when Du Kang opened the wine altar to check the wine stored for three years, he suddenly remembered that Liu Ling had been drunk for three years and it was time to sober up, so he went to Liu Ling's house to see if Liu Ling was awake. When I arrived at Liu Ling's house and knocked on the door, I saw a woman come out, presumably Liu Ling's wife. Du Kang said that Liu Ling had been drinking from my house for three years, and it was time to sober up. Liu Ling's wife rushed forward to pull Du Kang's clothes and said, that is, you killed my family Liu Ling, go, see the official go, I will sue you for killing people. Du Kang said that his sister-in-law was poor, and Liu Ling was not dead, but was just drunk. The grass on Liu Ling's grave was tall, and he said that he was not dead? Liu Ling's wife said. Du Kang said, I said that Liu Ling is not dead, he is not dead, do not believe, we will open Liu Ling's grave to see.
Liu Ling's wife was suspicious of the letter and had to order someone to dig up Liu Ling's grave. As soon as he opened the coffin, he saw that the wine was soaring, Liu Ling's face was rosy, he opened his eyes, stretched out, yawned, and said, Good wine. Looking at the person next to him, asked, is the sun on the third pole? Everyone laughed, but they were unexpectedly washed by the wine, and they all woke up drunk and lying in the moon.
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