Li Erniu loves to drink, and he can’t stand him under any circumstances. Today is not Sunday. Friends met in the hotel to meet up. They drank from morning to night for a whole day, and Er Niu drank again.
Everyone persuaded him to stay for one night, but he didn’t admit defeat, so he just rode away on a motorcycle. Staggering along the way, he twisted the Yangko on the road by the moonlight, and somehow he did it. Suddenly, he got into the wheat field by the roadside and made a personal turn.
Having lie down in the wheat field enough, he was relieved, but his head was dizzy and his hands and feet were not very obedient. It seemed that he could not go back. No way, he quickly called his friend, “I’m too drunk and can’t walk anymore. Come here and get me back.”
“Where are you now, in the southern district or the northern district? Is it the eastern district or the western district?” his friend asked eagerly.
“I don’t know either.” He said dazedly.
“Then what iconic buildings are around you?” My friend tried to remind him.
“No, nothing! My surroundings are bare, like wheat fields.” He answered simply.
How is this done? Our city is surrounded by wheat fields. What can we do? Then find it separately! In this way, everyone searched around the city. Fortunately, before dawn, everyone finally found him in the wheat field, where he was still asleep. Fortunately, it’s summer. What if it’s winter?