A Little Jug of Wine

Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! Are you stopping for a bite or staying the night? Have a drink before you go! I've got a little wine to make spring breezes sway I've got a little snack that holds the world at bay Who cares about the rules? We'll do things anyway A fart's just a breeze beneath a fan, so let it blow away Come see how Duan Xiaojiu becomes the richest beggar in history! And now, an interview with the author of this story Reporter A: Duan Xiaojiu, why did you transmigrate? Duan Xiaojiu: Shrimp? No, not for shrimp! I don't like eating shrimp! Reporter A: ***** Reporter B: Duan Xiaojiu, how did you transmigrate? Duan Xiaojiu: Now that's a good question, much more profound than the last one. I'll give you a brief explanation: With the bright prospects of transmigration, the eager expectations of readers, and the author's strong insistence, not to mention... (the next 5,000 words have been omitted). And that's how it went! Reporter B faints, bleeding from the mouth Reporter C: So, Duan Xiaojiu, what meaningful things did you do after you transmigrated? Duan Xiaojiu: Nothing much. Just a little snack, a little wine, one boyfriend, and a hundred years of carefree living~ (drifting off) All the reporters are green with envy... This story is full of hidden pitfalls. If you're easily scared, don't read on. The author takes no responsibility for internal or external injuries. I write for fun, so please forgive the amateurish bits. If you like it, please show your support. If you don't, just smile and move on...