With someone like Guo Dalu and Wang Dong, the things they do are already enough to keep people staring for a long time. How could you add Yan Qi into the mix?

  The things Yan Qi does alone are already more thrilling than what three hundred ordinary people could do combined. How could you add Guo Dalu to that? And Wang Dong on top of it?

  But fate just had to bring the three of them together. Tell me, how can anyone handle that?

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  Guo Dalu and Wang Dong were not always poor, not constantly poor; occasionally, they would have times when they weren′t poor. The only problem was that no one knew when they would be poor, and no one knew where their money came from.

  Not even they themselves knew.

  Their money always came unexpectedly, so much so that even they were a little confused by it.

  Perhaps it was because they spent their money in ways that were just as bewildering.

  It was almost autumn when, suddenly, the trees in the backyard of Fugui Mountain Vil were covered in rge, sweet pears. When harvested, they could fill dozens of baskets, and when sold, they fetched over twenty or thirty taels of silver.

  The pears grew on the trees by themselves, and soon someone came asking the price.

  The pears were picked off the trees without them lifting a finger or helping in any way.

  The money seemed to have fallen from the sky, and of course, it had to be celebrated.

  To celebrate, they naturally couldn′t go without wine, and with wine, there couldn′t be a shortage of meat.

  "Look sharp, gamble big, and spend it all." Wang Dong's motto was simple—only "eating" was the most worthwhile, and that was his greatest pleasure.

  At first, he always ate while lying down or ate while sleeping, and only when he was happy would he sit up. But as soon as he grew tired of eating, he'd lie back down again.

  And then he′d eat more.

  So, his bed was almost greasier than the kitchen table. No matter where you touched, you′d always find a leftover piece of meat or a few gnawed meat bones.

  Although Guo Dalu wasn′t overly particur about cleanliness, he would rather sleep on the floor than dare to lie on Wang Dong′s bed.

  Wang Dong, on the other hand, was more than happy to enjoy the bed all to himself.

  This bed wasn′t just a pce for him to sleep—it also served as his living room, his garden, and his dining table.

  The most remarkable thing was that he could even drink wine while lying in bed. He would tilt the wine bottle to his mouth and gulp it down in one go, not spilling a single drop.

  Guo Dalu was utterly impressed by this skill and wanted to learn it himself. However, he hesitated and couldn′t help but ask, "Can you really drink like that while lying down?"

  Wang Dong replied, "Of course you can."

  Guo Dalu asked, "Won′t it come out of your nose?"

  Wang Dong said, "Definitely not. Even if you were hanging upside down, it wouldn′t come out of your nose."

  Guo Dalu asked, "How do you know?"

  Wang Dong said, "I′ve tried it."

  Guo Dalu ughed and said, "You′re too zy to even sit up. How could you possibly hang yourself upside down?"

  Wang Dong replied, "If you don′t believe me, why don′t you try it yourself?"

  So, Guo Dalu hung himself upside down, then tilted the wine bottle to his mouth and slowly started drinking. After just two sips, the wine sprayed out of his nose.

  It was at that moment that he saw Yan Qi—first, he saw Yan Qi′s feet.

  Yan Qi′s feet might not have been any different from anyone else′s, but the boots he wore were extraordinary.

  His boots were made of calfskin, exquisitely crafted with intricate patterns, and could rival even the boots worn by the great chieftains beyond the frontier.

  This is not strange.

  What′s strange is that his boots have everything except soles.

  The clothes he wore were originally elegant and well-fitted, but now they were torn to shreds, with hardly a single intact piece left.

  Only the hat on his head was undeniably a very fine one.

  He wasn′t particurly tall, but his legs were long.

  His face was delicate, almost like a young girl′s, with rge eyes, a small mouth, and dimples when he smiled. But when he wasn′t smiling, his face turned icy, his complexion pale and bluish, almost intimidatingly unapproachable.

  His clothes were originally light cyan, but now they were stained with red and yellow.

  The yellow was clearly mud, but what was the red?

  Could it be blood?

  Two people were drinking at home when suddenly such a person barged in. Anyone would be startled.

  But Guo Dalu and Wang Dong were still one asleep and the other hanging upside down, as if they hadn't noticed the person at all.

  If you walk into a room and see one person lying on the bed drinking and another hanging upside down drinking, you'd probably think you've entered an insane asylum.

  Even if you're not frightened enough to run out, you'd feel a chill on the back of your neck.

  But this person seemed completely unperturbed, as though drinking while hanging upside down was the normal way, and sitting to drink was what would be strange.

  This person was Yan Qi.

  Guo Dalu's feet were hanging from the rafters.

  Yan Qi suddenly flipped in the air, also hanging his feet from the rafters, face to face with Guo Dalu, as if thinking this way would make it easier to talk.

  But he said nothing.

  Guo Dalu then found this person interesting again. He suddenly winked and made a funny face.

  Yan Qi also winked and made a funny face.

  Guo Dalu said, "Hello."

  Yan Qi replied, "Hello."