After changing hands, the old man took out a box of Ziyun from his bag and handed one to me. He slowly took out the military kettle and opened it, then raised his head and took a big sip.
Immediately, a strong and pungent aroma of wine overflowed.
"You use this to hold wine?"
"certainly!"
"Is the secretary drinking?"
The old man smiled sinisterly, his tense face showing a bit of pride: "They couldn't catch this bottle of wine. They thought it was water."
I took the water bottle from the old man's head and poured it on his ankle, rubbing it quickly.
The old man leaned his head on the bamboo chair and hummed, smoking happily and complimenting him from time to time. He was enjoying it very much.
Just then, there were footsteps outside the teahouse. The old man immediately became alert and tightened the kettle and handed it to me: "If anyone asks, just say it's yours."
"Are you so old and still afraid of punishment?"
The old man glared at me: "Of course I'm afraid. As an old secretary, I will retire in two years. I cannot bear punishment. I must leave my innocence in this world."
Fortunately, this was just a false alarm. The special patrols passed quickly without being brought in for questioning.
The old man felt relieved and pointed at the kettle: "I'll give you this. I'll give you the wine too."
I said indifferently: "You want me to help you destroy the body and remove all traces of it."
The old man blinked and suddenly laughed and said, "Do me a favor."
"I have my own kettle."
I pursed my lips and said, "I'm going to carry two water bottles when I go out later, and I'm bound to be in trouble."
The old man glanced casually and said in a sweet voice: "Throw that broken kettle of yours...throw it away..."
The next second, my broken kettle was in the old man's hand.
The old man stared straight at the broken kettle that was so shriveled that it had almost lost its original paint, and said with a click of his tongue: "Hey. This kettle is quite old."
"Type 65!"
"It's been more than forty years. It's not simple, it's not simple!"
The old man held the broken kettle with both hands and kept looking back and forth. He was very surprised and his voice gradually became louder: "Ouch. Are there any holes that have been patched?"
"Has this kettle been punched through? Has it been on the battlefield?"
"Little ghost head."
I responded softly: "I didn't pay attention."
The old man shouted solemnly: "You don't know your kettle? There's a sun monster!"
"An old comrade gave it to me."
"Old comrade?"
The old man's head and hands suddenly froze and he looked at me curiously: "Are you also a soldier?"
"It used to be."
"Your old comrade?"
"A medicine hunter."
The old man's eyes were wandering, and he suddenly said: "It's good to dig medicine. You should use this kind of kettle to dig medicine in the wild. It can be used very well."
"good good good good……"
Suddenly, the old man's eyes turned red, he grabbed his chest and coughed violently.
This cough turned the world upside down, and his limbs and body bones were twitching in unison.
This old man was in extremely poor health, so I patted his back to help him catch his breath, took out the Cordyceps root and handed it to him, and unscrewed the broken kettle to feed him water.
The old guy didn't seem to have recovered from his coughing and wheezing, so he grabbed my hand tightly and said, "No, I won't drink..."
"It's not poisonous. Drink it without worry!"
I force-fed the old man's head and said, "If you die, I will pay for your life!"
The old man held the kettle with both hands. His hands were cold and shaking a little, and his eyes were filled with tears from coughing.
"You have something wrong with your lungs. Get it checked out as soon as possible. Stop smoking. Don't drink too much."
After a while, the old man came over and shouted disapprovingly at me: "I'm just an old clerk, so if I die sooner or later, it won't be a big deal."
As he said that, the old man handed me another cigarette: "This kettle is so rotten. Why don't you throw it away?"
"This is a gift from my old comrade-in-arms. I can't bear to part with it."
"How friendly are you, old comrade? Why do you use this 65-meter kettle? You can even enter the museum."
The old man took big swipes at the cigarette and immersed himself in it
In the thick smoke, he was holding the broken kettle in his hand: "This kettle... I think it was stuffed with wood back then, and it was useless when beating Asan..."
"After improvements were made later, it came in handy when it came time to fight Annan..."
I asked out of curiosity: "Have you ever been beaten?"
The old gang leader let out an angry shout: "Have you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run away? Even though I, an old clerk, have been a gang leader all my life, I have also fired a gun and carried a briefcase."
"Back then, when I was carrying this water bottle, I was shot through by a bullet..."
Suddenly, the old man lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "This old comrade of yours is quite famous. He is definitely a big brother."
"By the way. Your briefcase? With this kettle and the briefcase, it's standard service equipment."
"The future is bright!"
"To tell you the truth, I used to carry this water bottle and briefcase for my duties!"
I asked back, "Do you also have a bright future?"
The old man showed his old face and laughed loudly: "I work as a secretary, and I am in charge of everything you eat and drink. Isn't this a promising enough future?"
"Where is your briefcase?"
I handed over a cigarette: "There is a briefcase. My old comrade gave it to me, but I didn't want it."
The old man's eyes froze, he made a sound, took the cigarette and put it into his mouth.
I gently reminded the other party that he had taken the cigarette backwards, but the old man said absently: "Why don't you want the briefcase? The briefcases I used to have were made of cowhide."
I whispered, "I'm busy saving people."
"My old comrade-in-arms only has his briefcase, which he keeps for food."
"He used all the medicinal materials he dug to save people. I filled his briefcase, otherwise he would have nothing to eat."
"Your old comrade will save people with you? Which one will you save?
"Two months ago, Longmen Earth Dragon turned over, and he and I..."
"A narrow escape from death!"
Bang!
The broken kettle fell to the ground with a bang, and the old man immediately clutched his head and chest, and his face suddenly turned purple and black.
"A narrow escape from death!!!"...
"You he……"
The old man was endlessly frightened: "He, you...your old comrade, now, now, now..."
Suddenly, a cold and solemn voice came from the door: "Who is in the teahouse?"
