The bearded woodcutter was overjoyed beyond belief, and he waved his big thumb in excitement as he exclaimed, "Old Ye, we're fellow compatriots in the way of wine, but even knowing you for so many years, this is still the first time that I've seen you so generous. You're a really good friend! Thanks a lot, wahaha..." He raised his neck to continue chugging.

The scholarly man in white stared at the bearded man with an expression of contempt before lowly cursing, "You're really a hundred percent idiot. What people deem as trash, you actually treat as a treasure." His gaze shifted towards the leather bag that Ye QingChen was hugging like a baby. For this addict who treated wine like life to forsake his alcohol so easily, the contents of the bag would definitely have even better alcohol. No wonder he called the woodcutter a fool.

Not long after, the fragrance of snake meat started to waft through the air. The woodcutter took turns drinking from the jar of wine and gnawing on the wild boa