"Do you want to eat tea eggs?" I followed the prestige, and at some point, an old man with a burden actually squeezed into the front row to attract business. I saw him carrying two large wooden barrels on his shoulders, carefully squeezing them through the crowd.

"Old man, you are looking for death!" The servant who was watching the contest also spotted him, and drove him out with a stick: "Don't you see? This is the VIP area, idlers are not allowed to enter!" "Don't the VIPs have to eat too?" The old man chattered endlessly. His words suddenly reminded me that I didn't eat breakfast because of snooze in the morning, and my stomach had already given me advice, and I was afraid that I would never be able to squeeze in anymore when I went out to buy food, so I kept holding on, and now the meal was delivered to the door, how could I not eat it?

"Uncle, I want to buy tea eggs!" I waved at him. As soon as the old man saw that the business was coming, Le's face was twisted into a flower, and he pointed at me and said to the officer: "Look, I said that someone must have not eaten, right? The errand officer was also annoyed, and with a wave of his hand, he said that he would go and return quickly, and then turned his attention to the competition on the stage.

The tea eggs were very hot and fragrant, so I took a tea egg handed over by the old man and knocked it on the stone, and then I ate it while blowing on it. "Childe, the tea I use is a tribute tea that will be Ji, make sure you want to eat it after eating. The old man sat and watched me gobble up.

Four tea eggs are in my stomach, and I don't feel so hungry anymore. Stretching comfortably, I suddenly realized a serious problem, and quickly jumped up and looked south, Yuan Zhao will not be in the past, right? I let out a long breath. "Smack!" someone in the back threw an orange peel at me, impartially, and hit me right in the head.

"Who did that!" I turned back in exasperation, only to find that the group of people behind me were glaring at me. "It's you who hit you!Why stand up, it's blocking us!" "Don't sit down yet!" I hurriedly sat down in the face of the angry denunciations from the crowd. The old man was packing up his belongings, and the cat was about to go out, and when he saw my anxious appearance just now, he asked me with a smile: "What, your senior brother is in a martial arts competition?" I replied. "Why not?" I said to myself.

"It's good to be at the back, maybe you can win the game. The old man picked up the pole and said something inadvertently before leaving. I dragged him down: "Uncle, do you know the rules of this competition?" The old man nodded and looked at me like an alien. "Can you tell me about that?" I said flatteringly.

"You don't know the rules, what kind of martial arts are you watching here?" The old man's words were so ashamed that I really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, but fortunately my face was thick enough, and I said unashamedly: "This is the first time I've come, old man, just tell me about it." "Yes, but—" The old man looked embarrassed. Oh, I see, he must have been worried about the trouble that the errand had come to him, and I looked back, and the errand had already mingled with the broad masses of the people, and I saw that he pounded the ground with the stick in his hand, and his eyes never took his eyes off the ring.

It is estimated that even if he puts his wife in front of him now, he doesn't recognize it. I said reassuringly, "It's okay, uncle, you can rest assured that no one will pay attention to us." "Childe, I didn't mean that, because this rule is too cumbersome, and the old man will not be able to finish talking for a while, Childe, you see that I still have to do business..."

The old man happily took the silver, his face flushed with excitement, sat cross-legged beside me, and said in a voice an octave higher than just now: "The old man has long seen it, and you are a bright person, childe..."