The village where Zhang Sanmad and the old cripple are located is called Qingshan Village.

The village is not large, and there are 100 families living in it, all of whom are farmers who dig from the soil with their faces facing the loess and their backs to the sky.

It is called Qingshan Village because there is a mountain in the northeast of the village called Daqingshan.

Speaking of this Daqing Mountain, it is a hill in the Qizhong Mountains.

It is called Daqing Mountain, in fact, the mountain is not big at all, the altitude is 156.6 meters, and the radius is less than five miles. It is not verdant, the mountains are full of bluestone ballast, and only a small pine forest grows on the top of the mountain.

The pine trees in the pine forest have grown for an unknown number of years, but they are only the thickness of a teacup, and the cracked gray-brown bark is stubborn.

From a distance, the gray pine forest is like a green hat for Daqingshan.

But strange to say, the green hat on the top of the mountain, which is not tall or big, is often shrouded in clouds and mist, which is quite a vision.

And Zhang Sanmad would run up the mountain every time he went crazy, got into the green hat in the clouds, and no one could find him like he had ascended to the top of the madness.

This day is the village market in Qingshan Village, and there are not many people rushing to the market, but they all love to watch the excitement. No, Zhang Sanmad was played by those idle people again.

Angry and ashamed, he buried his head in the ground and pouted his buttocks, like an orangutan and a compass, and aimed his ass at everyone in circles.

"Yo yo, look at this skunk spirit is going to be poisoned again, hahahaha......"

The crowd laughed.

"Porphyry!Porphyria!huh-" I saw a drum of rags between Zhang San's crazy buttocks, and he really let out a fart.

Everyone covered their noses in a panic, and scolded as they fled: "Damn, this time it's sulfur-smelling, it's really a skunk!"

Some people also half-pinched their noses and tasted: "No, it should have a little bit of garlic flavor......"

Not to mention, Zhang Sanmad's trick is quite good, and in the blink of an eye, the lively people are all scattered and hidden.

He put down his ass and looked around, looking indifferent and dazed. He didn't know if he had won or lost.

At this moment, he was suddenly slapped on the shoulder, and a head appeared behind him, a young man of eighteen or nineteen.

The young man is gray-headed and dirty, and he looks like a ruffian.

"Hehe-hee!" Xiao Lai looked at Zhang San Crazy angrily: "Crazy Zhang, it's time to serve my master today, right?"

Zhang San squinted at him and didn't squeak.

Seeing that he ignored him, for fear of being seen and losing face, Xiao Lai showed a horizontal appearance, stepped on the shaved head with his foot, and opened his throat and splashed:

"What's the matter? You ninth-rate crazy shaver still put up a stinky shelf?"

"Cut. ”

The corners of Zhang San's mouth hung in disdain, and he cross-examined in his throat: "You can, you are not the ninth stream, you are not in the twenty-four solar terms, you are the last stream!"

"Bah, you old skunk, sir, I-" Little Lai ruffian rolled up his sleeves in annoyance and pretended to make a move.

At this time, the crowd that had dispersed saw that there was a lively reunion, and some people coaxed: "Hurry up, see if this little skunk is powerful or the old skunk is powerful!"

Xiao Lai, who was originally holding his fist, narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and then looked at Zhang Sanmad's soft and hard posture, which was quite difficult to ride a tiger.

His eyes rolled and he quickly calmed down, stretched out his raised fist and slowly put it down, patted Zhang Sanmad on the shoulder lightly, and replaced it with a smile: "Hehe-"

He calmly put his mouth next to Zhang Sanmad's ear and whispered:

"Crazy man, it's all a joke! Today, you will guard the crowd and serve me once, and there will be a good reward after going to the wheat field house at night!"

"Thick report?" Zhang Sanmad finally spoke.

"Hey, hey!" the little ruffian smiled mysteriously: "Roast lamb shank......!"

"Hey, hey, hey, that old brute!"

Zhang Sanmad's eyes lit up when he heard the leg of mutton and the old man, and he laughed knowingly, and hurriedly went to clean up the picks, sharpen the knife and boil the water.

The little ruffian sat down on the stool, smiled at everyone, and put on the posture of a young master.

After a while, the water is hot. Zhang Sanmad stubbornly squinted at the razor, and made a few strokes on the top of the little ruffian's head to find a place to go under the knife.

He sang as he gestured:

"Hey, yo, that bald egg,

It's all thanks to a small blade,

Go up the mountain and down to the sea, polish the earth......"

Zhang Sanmad sang again, this time he sang very cheerfully.

He sang on his lips, and the bright razor in his hand spun like a fly, dancing with the miscellaneous hairs, revealing a pear blossom head shaved one by one.

The head is a ruffian. He sat upright on the bench, his eyes slightly closed and enjoying the beauty of shaving his head, and his brows showed a cynical recklessness.

It is said that in those days, no matter whether it was winter or summer, shavers would carry a burden to give people haircuts in the open air on the streets.

One end of the flat pole is a furnace basin, and the other end is a bench tool, which is the so-called "shaving the head and picking the other hot".

At this moment, the young man sat proudly with his head on the sky and his feet on the ground. His nostrils were facing the sky, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was smug that Sihao was not worried that the razor would slip away.

The people who were just dissipated by the stinky fart wanted to watch a good show to make up for the excitement, but they couldn't help but be disappointed when they saw the two of them frowning and disgusting.

Someone pouted and shouted at Xiao Lai: "Ma Qizi, what are you doing to show off?"

"Even a bald chicken can't become a penguin!" one person chimed in.

"Be careful that your father comes back from the cellar building in Lincheng, and a bottle of wine smashes your bald head into two pieces!"

"Hahaha, two petals, that's not an ass!

The crowd laughed.

"Cut!" Xiao Lai closed his eyes and smiled coldly and ignored it, and said madly at Zhang San: "Crazy master, you keep singing, the little master loves to listen!"

"Okay!" Zhang San, who had just been interrupted from singing, responded madly and raised his voice again:

"Hey, hey, hey,

I'm a little sister,

Today, dipping your oil shine is delicious,

Golden Wind Akatsuki Roasted ...... Roasted dog legs,

Let's ignore these crazy people,

They, open their mouths to pee and pout,

How do you know the real treasure in the world?

Hey, hey, hey, he

You are the most expensive!

Born a generalissimo,

Arrows fly all over your head!

The little fairy blade takes a walk,

The mountains are visible and dewy,

Three thousand lice soldiers,

Lined up neatly,

Zhao Qian, Zhang Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng Yang

Left and right ugly male and female, up and down,

All bow down to you......"

Zhang Sanmad closed his eyes and sang, the razor in his hand shining and swirling.

The young man listened to the song with his eyes closed, and even shook his head and hummed in the knife light, which was really into the play.

When everyone saw that the two elms were tied to the bar, and the rotten eggs were mixed with stinky tofu, they really smelled the same, and they all felt bored and went to their own places.

After a while, Zhang Sanmad stopped singing and put the razor away, slapped his hand on the top of Xiao Lai's bald head, and laughed: "Hehe, what's the matter?

The little ruffian opened his eyes, reached out and touched his bare head, blinked and asked, "No lice?"

"Hehe, the bald man on the head of the lice is clearly displayed, and we have used the blade to ambush it!"

Zhang San smiled triumphantly, and he couldn't feel the other way around.

"Hey, you old thing!"

The little ruffian also smiled triumphantly, with a thief's light in his eyes: "Remember the second half of the night, bring a razor and a piece of meat!"

Xiao Lai is also from Qingshan Village, called Ma Qizi, nineteen this year, and is an orphan. But his father didn't die.

The neighbors all said that the lady was a good person, but the mother and the father scolded her for being a bad thing.

Daddy has no ability and is good at drinking, and when he is drunk, he beats people. When beating the pestle, the pestle mother protected it with her body, crying and wiping her tears. When beating the mother, the mother stood aside and scolded the mother for deserving it.

The lady endured the beating and swallowed the bitter water in her stomach. She thought, the pestle is the meat of her mother's body, and she can survive for a day this day!

So, the lady couldn't stop covering her swollen face and went to the neighbor's house to borrow MSG, saying that the chicken laid eggs for her son to drink.

Finally one time, the mother of the pestle was beaten and ran out into the street, yelling at the father of the pestle who caught up, and wanted to divorce him to death.

The neighbors said to the pestle, "Persuade your mother." ”

The pestle yelled at his mother: "You have to die far away!"

That night, the lady left miserably.

Daddy was so drunk that he fell 20 meters from the railway bridge outside the village and fell on a train, waking up the next day when he was 800 miles away.

Later, the mother of the pestle once asked someone to bring a bag of beef jerky to the pestle, and there was no more news.

Some people in the village who went out to run errands came back and said that they had seen their father in Lincheng, sometimes dressed like dogs, and sometimes begging for money on the street with a blue nose and swollen face.

In this way, the pestle became an orphan.

He has been solid since he was a child, and sometimes he can go over the wall when he is hungry for a few days and nights.

Villagers in the village, whoever loses the chickens and the sweet potatoes with sheep seeds and the seedlings suffer from the seedlings, they have to go to the firewood door of the pestle house and scold: "Eight lifetimes of lack of virtue and loss of ancestors!

The pestle is notorious in the village, and it is known as "the first rotten egg in Qingshan".

He has no friends in the village, and the only one who can catch up with him a few times is Zhang San's madness. Zhang San is crazy and loves to fart and is known as "the first rotten egg in Qingshan".

These two really smell like each other!

As for the old cripple, he is old and bad and picks up dog feces, and is called "the oldest dog rotten egg in Qingshan" by the villagers.

As a result, the pestle, the old handicap, and Zhang Sanmad are called "Qingshan Three Rotten Eggs", which are famous far and wide.

Because of the problem of sheep, the pestle and the old cripple are mortal enemies. It is precisely because of this that the pestle and Zhang Sanmad have a little tacit understanding.

The old cripple has to deal with both Zhang Sanmad and Ma Qizi, obviously it is not possible to use some tricks.