The villagers merely looked at Yang Hongxing with contempt before starting to whisper among themselves.
"You drink scorpion wine frequently, have you ever seen such a large scorpion in it?"
"I don't drink it often, just when my back hurts, my daughter buys a few bottles from the county town. It's very spicy, and I've never seen a scorpion in it, I don't even know if it's real scorpion wine, it had no effect at all."
"If you drink scorpion wine and have never seen a scorpion, I have even less to say, I haven't even seen what a scorpion looks like."
"Scorpions are very difficult to raise, if you're not careful and get stung, and if the wound isn't treated in time, it can be fatal."
"Aren't scorpions only about the size of a finger? If there are scorpions bigger than a fist, they must be extremely poisonous, could you survive a sting?"
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The villagers, deep in discussion, also glanced at Peng Jiayao from time to time.