Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 632 - 621: Brotherhood (Part 4)

The stimulation of alcohol, coupled with Tang Xiaoquan's analysis, made the groggy Wang Qiang feel much better. He gave the former a strong push, grinning widely and cursing, "Now that's what I call a brother! Look at you back there, yakking away like a woman for ages. I thought for a moment my mom's spirit possessed you!"

Tang Xiaoquan, pushed onto the bed, wasn't angry. Seeing Wang Qiang smiling again genuinely made him happy. He lifted his legs, and with a distorted kip-up, sat up straight.

After getting up, without saying a word, he straightened their cups, filled the empty ones, then picked up one and said to Wang Qiang, "Enough talk, today let's drink to our hearts' content, we don't go home until we're drunk!"

"Gulp!" Tang Xiaoquan finished his drink in one go, having completely forgotten Wei Yang's instructions to drink less.

Seeing his brother down his drink, Wang Qiang naturally wouldn't be outdone. He picked up his cup and gulped it down, then shouted boldly, "Right, tonight we drink ourselves silly, if anyone doesn't drink to their heart's content, they're a damn wimp!"

"That's why I say, kid, you have no manners. Can you stop swearing all the time and show some class?"

"Oh please! I can't be bothered to say anything about you, acting all refined like a lady. Bah, forget it, being like me is what makes a real man, you get it?"

The two of them, King Tang and Wang, argued back and forth without giving in to each other. In no time, two bottles of Sword South Spring were completely consumed by them.

As the alcohol strengthened, the less tolerant Tang Xiaoquan was the first to collapse onto the bed.

Wang Qiang, in a daze, remained oblivious, shouting and yelling all to himself, until he couldn't resist the assault of alcohol any longer and finally drifted into a deep sleep using Tang Xiaoquan's thigh as a pillow.

The two slept from dawn to dusk, a full 5-6 hours. If Wei Yang hadn't come up and knocked on the door to call them down for dinner, who knows how long they would have slept.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Wei Yang knocked for nearly three minutes, but there was no response from inside. Worried something had happened, she quickly called Old Lin.

Listening to Wei Yang's description, Lin Junfu leaned against the door, carefully listening to the noises inside. Once he heard the deep, rhythmic snoring that varied in pitch from inside, he put his mind at ease.

"How is it? Uncle Lin, is there any sound inside?" Wei Yang couldn't judge the situation inside due to Old Lin's back facing her.

In response, having reached a conclusion, Old Lin gently straightened up, then pulled Wei Yang aside, pointing at the door, whispering, "Wei, don't worry, those two idiots inside probably drank too much, hehe, they're sleeping soundly now with the covers over their heads. Those two rascals, normally you don't see them drink much, yet they dared to ask Old Zhao for two bottles of Sword South Spring, hehe, the younger generation is truly impressive!"

"Oh Uncle Lin, you are actually praising them? I've already told Xiaoquan to drink less, and look how he turned out, even got Qiang drunk." Wei Yang feigned anger, rolling her eyes at Lin Junfu.

The latter was amused by her housewife-like demeanor, but to avoid her misunderstanding Tang Xiaoquan as a drunkard, he solemnly explained:

"Xiao Wei, today's an exception, just let the brothers indulge once. I believe Xiao Tang had no choice but to think of using alcohol as a means to relieve Wang Qiang's worries."

After Old Lin's explanation, Wei Yang couldn't continue to press, so she nodded in understanding.

"Alright then, they'll probably sleep until tomorrow morning. I don't think they'll need dinner, so let's not disturb them and let them sleep well."

Having said that, Old Lin patted Wei Yang's shoulder, signaling her to go downstairs with him.

At dinner, Old Lin explained the reason for Tang Xiaoquan and Wang Qiang's absence, and everyone understood and didn't ask further.

However, Wen Quanxin grumbled a few words, "Those jerks, having a drink and didn't call for me, that's just unacceptable!"

Tang Xiaoquan slept soundly until it was 2 AM when he woke up. He felt his legs were dead, and instinctively touched them, only to find a human head. This gave him a fright, instantly sobering him halfway up from the strong drunkenness.

He pushed the head away forcefully, then jumped off the bed in a start.

The room was dimly lit, and he hurried to open the curtains. In the moonlight, he realized that the person he had just pushed was Wang Qiang.

As his brain gradually cleared up, Tang Xiaoquan slowly remembered everything, realizing he had drunk himself to sleep.

Emma! This headache!

This was a typical hangover symptom. Moreover, Tang Xiaoquan felt feverish all over, his throat dry and parched. Water was undoubtedly what he needed most at this moment.

Before leaving the room, Tang Xiaoquan thoughtfully pulled up a quilt to cover Wang Qiang and closed the window tightly, pulling the curtains back.

After all, it was already winter, and the temperature at night was quite low. Even though they didn't feel cold due to the alcohol, with the temperature continuously dropping at night, it would be easy to catch a chill and a cold without proper preparation.

As Tang Xiaoquan reached the first floor, he ran into Xu Renjie who was patrolling to check the situation of some monitoring points.

Recently, Old Xu and Old Lin have been taking turns checking posts every night, fearing any oversight.

After all, nighttime is when people are most prone to drowsiness, and though it's unlikely the bandits would attack during this time, better safe than sorry, even a rabbit will bite when cornered. Not to mention the Bandit Leader received a solid arrow from Hu Xiaodong last time.

To vent his grudge, the Bandit Leader might take desperate measures, retaliating tooth for tooth, catching the villa off guard.

"Hey! Xiao Tang, why are you coming down in the middle of the night?" Noticing a figure moving in the hallway, Old Xu quickly swung his flashlight around.

Startled by the light, Tang Xiaoquan shielded his eyes instinctively, helplessly saying, "Uh~ I'm thirsty, came down to get some water."

"Understood, follow me, I've just made some hot tea." Understanding Xiao Tang's reason for coming downstairs, Old Xu led him to a seat in the living room and immediately poured him a cup of hot tea from the mug on the table.

"Drink up!"

"Thank you!"

"During dinner, you and Xiao Tang didn't come down, I heard from Old Lin that you two were upstairs drinking? Is Qiang's mood any better?" Old Xu picked up a teacup too, and after pouring some hot tea, he held the warm cup in his hands.

Tang Xiaoquan really did not want to discuss this topic, as it would remind him of the half a liter of liquor in his stomach.

He pointed to his head, forcing a bitter smile to suppress the nausea, "He's sleeping like a dead pig, I really don't know if Qiang feels better, but my head is definitely not fine. Oh God, Old Xu, alcohol is truly no good, I feel like my head's going to explode!"

Old Xu understandingly patted Tang Xiaoquan's shoulder, recalling his first hangover, when he too felt like his head was splitting, a fate worse than death:

"Haha, drinking tolerance is built over time. Alright, it's getting late, have some tea and hurry back to rest." (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)