Of course, my uncle is not always so vicious, for example, when he made a cement sampan in the yard in front of his house that year, when I went to play with my cousin, he was very kind and friendly, approachable, that time was the kindest uncle in my impression, and I also asked my uncle with courage: "Uncle, you won't kill us to eat meat in the marinated vat during the New Year."

When my uncle saw a helper who didn't want money, he hurriedly said to me: Well, your eldest nephew is the most obedient and won't pickle you, but the two little sons of the Wang family (referring to my two aunts and cousins) have to pickle!

I suddenly felt that I wouldn't be pickled in the vat by him, and that it was much safer than my aunt's two sons!

So I worked harder to help him mix cement and carry the ash bucket...... When I came home in the evening, it was like rolling in the mud...... On the leg, my mother took a thin bamboo branch

"Three bars" waiting, I looked at my mother with a face full of grievances: "Do you know that my uncle will not kill me and eat the cured meat."

My mother looked at me suspiciously, confused.

"Looking at the City" The transformation of the fierce god is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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