As long as Mo Xiaohe's eyes moved, he was staring.

"If you can write such beautiful words, your sister is definitely not a fool...... And it must be so long that the fish and geese are closed, and the flowers are embarrassing, which is amazing. "The people of Shili Street know that Mo Xiaohe likes to beat people, and of course Zhang Laosan also knows, so Mo Xiaohe's eyes moved, and Zhang Laosan immediately changed his words.

"Fool, I wrote the word. Mo Xiaohe's voice was very faint.

"Oh?", Zhang Laosan, who was sitting next to Mo Xiaohe, seemed to have found Maxima, "Do you recognize words?"

Mo Xiaohe turned his face away and stopped talking.

"In a place where this kind of bird doesn't, you can actually meet a teenager who writes this good hand? Mr. Bibao writes better! It's not simple, it's not simple!" Zhang Laosan shook his head and continued to talk like a river.

"If you know how to read, then you must have gone to school? Then you must have been to Ximen County? Haunted Ximen County?"

"The world outside of Ximen County is wonderful...... It's not like this little melan, either towards the loess or towards the blue sky. ”

"In this hellish place, eating a small potato is the best three meals. When you have three full meals, you have nothing to do, you can't see opera, you can't see high-rise buildings, you can't hear musical instruments, there are no places of interest and beautiful scenery, and there are no beautiful girls with fancy breasts...... Except for sleeping, I just sit dry, which is really not interesting. ”

"In this life, if this virtue is full, nothing is gone, nothing is understood, nothing has been seen, it is no different from a pig. ”

"You can read and write, so you didn't want to go to Ximen County to mingle?"

"Mr. Bao's couplet sells for thousands of taels of silver! You write so well, you must be able to sell it for a better price!"

Zhang Lao's three mouths were hanging on the river, and Mo Xiaohe was indifferent.

"Mr. Bao's words can be sold, but other people's words are difficult" This sentence was not said by Mo Xiaohe, but by a person next to him.

"Who said that, what do you know about art!" Zhang Laosan subconsciously replied, but when he saw the man's face, the radiant Zhang Laosan hurriedly walked away.

This person is none other than Lao Shrimp.

The old shrimp was standing under the eaves of Mo Xiaohe's house, with his hands behind his back, carrying his old smoking gun and smoking.

Mo Xiaohe raised his head and looked at the old shrimp.

There is no fidgeting or impatience as if facing a great enemy, nor is there a face as pale or eager as when you see an enemy...... Although over the years, Lao Shrimp has always been the enemy and enemy in Mo Xiaohe's heart.

Mo Xiaohe looked at the old shrimp, but just to look.

But Zhang Laosan is right. If you go to Ximen County to sell words, you will be able to make a name for yourself in three years. The old shrimp looked at Mo Xiaohe's face and said very seriously, "You can still hug left and right and cover the sky with one hand." ”

Treating enemies, enemies, strangers, relatives, and friends, Mo Xiaohe will always be the same...... That is, you can ignore it as much as possible.

Mo Xiaohe had never seen the outside world, so Zhang Laosan's words and even Lao Shrimp's words touched his heart a little...... After all, who has no curiosity, who has no ambition, who has no desire, to put it elegantly and literarily and profoundly, this is a dream.

Mo Xiaohe, who is only fourteen years old and still ignorant of the world, certainly has dreams.

It's just that Mo Xiaohe always thinks that no matter how big a person is, who is bored all day long and talks about his dreams.

Mo Xiaohe ignored Lao Shrimp's words, because he was too lazy to pay attention.

Zhang Ze, who rushed to hear the news, ignored Lao Shrimp's words and didn't know who Mr. Bao was.

At this time, Zhang Hu was still in the yamen, and the arriving Zhang Ze was carrying the axe that cut wood at his house on his shoulder, and he was also in his unique posture:

With his hands in his trouser pockets, his shoulders clamped around his neck, his body half tilted, a cigarette in his mouth, his head facing the sky, and his fat double chin facing the sky, only the eyes staring at the old shrimp were looking down.

Everyone in Shili Street knows that Zhang Ze has relied on his father to be an official in recent years, and he has a bit of martial arts, and his family has a little money, and he has cut down many people.

If you look at his posture, you can see that it is a standard posture to do people...... But no one knows whether Zhang dares to cut the old shrimp or not.

Aunt Chen hurt Zhang Ze, and was reluctant to let him cry or let him be beaten...... As for whether Zhang Ze wants to cut people or beat people, Mrs. Chen does not support or oppose it, but the premise is that Zhang Ze will not lose the fight.

No, her husband is not here at this time, and Aunt Chen is on her own.

She pinched the kitchen knife used to chop vegetables at home in her hand and stood beside Zhang Ze, as if she was ready to go up and chop the old shrimp.

At present, those who are close to Mo Xiaohe and Lao Shrimp, except for Zhang Ze's mother and son, there is only Uncle Ying, who will sit outside the house all year round.

Although Uncle Ying is shirtless or barefoot, he doesn't even shake the fan...... But he had the same temperament as he had been ten years ago.

He sat very close to the group of people who were about to fight with knives, and his somewhat lazy and yellowed old eyes did not look at these people at all, let alone those who were watching from afar.

Although Uncle Ying may really can't shake the fan, he is really afraid of the cold, he really can't straighten his neck, he really can't stare at people, and he can't shout what to do...... But in short, as long as Uncle Ying is still sitting at this door for a day, all this kind of tricks on Shili Street will be all jokes.

"Have you ever thought that one day you will have someone else to do the housework for you, and your sister at home will have someone else to take care of you. When you wave your hand, thousands of people will make a move for you, and as soon as you make a move, thousands of people will cheer for you, whether you make a good shot or not. ”

Maybe Lao Shrimp doesn't know if Uncle Ying can still shout out that sentence, or maybe Lao Shrimp's fourth brother has not come back yet, and maybe Lao Shrimp is afraid that he can't do these two children.

But the old shrimp was not in a hurry or a hurry after all, he slowly squatted down, put his hands on his shoulders, looked parallel to Mo Xiaohe who was sitting, and spoke softly, like a father talking to his son.

Mo Xiaohe ignored him.

But Zhang was a little moved.

Zhang Ze, who had previously carried a big knife and posed as someone who would cut me off, also squatted down and threw the axe on his shoulder on the ground, looking at the old shrimp with a fat face.

Even Aunt Chen, an elderly lady, also learned Zhang Ze's movements.

The son squatted down to cut people, and the old lady squatted with you, which is really an exquisite scene.

"Nonsense, who is idle and has nothing to do to help you cut people?" Zhang Ze asked stupidly at the old shrimp.

"Shame on you. Pick up the axe. Mo Xiaohe spoke first, he glared at Zhang Ze, with a look of disgust, "Let's fight, we don't need help from others." ”

Lao Shrimp put on a look of disdain for Zhang Ze, "Zhang Hu raised such a son of yours like this? I don't believe you go back and move out your whole family's money, not to mention going far, just shout in Shili Town who wants to cut my silver to whom, see if anyone has a knife to help you cut people?"

The shrimp's smile is always a dry smile...... Except for the mouth on his face, his brows did not move, the flesh on his face did not move, and even his teeth did not show any of them.

Zhang Ze didn't seem to understand the meaning of the old shrimp, the big lady Chen didn't seem to understand, and Mo Xiaohe didn't understand.

Half of what he knew was from his sister's usual handwriting, and money could make ghosts grind.

Half of what I don't understand is that I can't see why Lao Shrimp wants to say this to him...... After all, his sword is ready.

"Uncle Ying, what do you say this fool is doing?" Mo Xiaohe thought for a moment and turned his head to Uncle Ying, who was sitting on the side.