There was probably no third person in the open air, the summer was scorching, the fire was burning, and the high oil house mountain was like a huge deep trough big iron pot behind Longwang Town, and the sun was licking greedily on the back of this pot, licking the dry hair in Director Ying's heart. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "......******......"

Director Ying slowly climbed to the top of the mountain like a snail, and a section of ash and wax on the mountain road, like a snail's crawling stain, was sticking to the back of this mountain screw with tears.

"Ying, Lord, Ren—" A series of shouts hung down from the top of the mountain like spider silk, tugging at Director Ying's ears.

"Shouting, shouting, shouting his mother's ......" Director Ying had just eaten and drunk enough, and wanted to take a nap with an electric fan, when the voice reached over and grabbed him like a claw.

"I'm not Director Ying, no. "He wanted to get rid of that claw.

Director Ying...... Director Ying ......, "I'm not, no, no, ****** there is only one Director Ying in the world." He felt that "Director Ying" was a rope that tied himself inside and out, and he couldn't break free of it, even if it was as smooth as a yellow eel.

"Director Ying, Director Ying", the voice did not give up, and insisted on carrying him out. He only had time to grab a large fan.

Director Ying only wore a pair of shorts, revealing plump and fat skin and flesh. The light shone on his flesh and made his flesh "sizzle" with oil. Oil and water ran down the deep groove of his fat breasts, drenching his pants. He believed that his internal organs were boiled. Why don't you "eat hard" and bub out of the atmosphere?

He had no choice but to keep shaking the fan, one step at a time, one step at a time, like a wounded butterfly, fluttering its remaining wings, and slowly ascended to the top of the mountain.

"Sure enough, it's you. ”

"Or who's going to ask you to move?"

"You shouldn't call my name. "The man who called him was downstairs first, and when he got downstairs, they had already reached the side of the mountain, and when he began to go up the mountain, the others had already reached the mountain, and he was called to the top of the mountain by the man.

"Who in the town can't call your name?" said the man who had asked him stood on the top of the mountain, shirt and trousers, and hands behind his back, in a questioning motion.

"What are you calling me for?"

"Say a word. "Just one sentence. One sentence. "Don't be kidding, just for a word, you can climb so high in the hot sky?"

"No jokes. ”

"Aren't you too hot?"

"Are you hot?" "Nonsense! It's hot. ”

"Afraid of heat is not a farmer. Have you forgotten so quickly that in many, many hot days like this, we just have to hoe weeds, pinch flower tips, break flower buds, and spray pesticides in such weather...... I often have to go home for lunch until two or three minutes in the sun, isn't it hotter than climbing the mountain empty-handed?"

"You...... I ......" Director Ying stared at Jian Luo, and he saw that the slender and slender Jian Luo was like a part of the sun, that is, a root of the sun, although he stood tall, he was deeply rooted. Because only when you are deeply rooted can you stand so firmly.

Jian Luo is clear and sweatless, and Jian Luo is peaceful and bright. He is already a part of the sun, so he will not be afraid of the wrath of the sun.

"That must be a valuable word. He finally asked. Director Ying understands Jian Luo very well, this person will not be untargeted, and he will not easily waste the time he can work to do meaningless things.

"It's not money, it's price!" Jian Luo no longer looked at the sky, staring at Director Ying deadly, his gaze was even more violent than the sun.

Director Ying felt that the sun had become a part of Jian Luo, Jian Luo was dressed in golden light, Jian Luo had a white sun above his head, and Jian Luo was like an Antarctic fairy who had just shaved his beard.

Jian Luo is indeed clear and sweatless, and Jian Luo is leisurely.

"Okay, you say. "He is already a director, but in front of this farmer who is much younger than him, he is not confident enough.

"Okay, I said: Taro soup soaked in dry rice is a bowl, and a bowl is a bowl. ”

"Damn, even you are playing tricks on me?" such a high mountain, such a hot day, ......" "Am I like?" This sentence has long been familiar, and there is nothing new about it. Okay, you explain it to me. ”

"This sentence has been reduced to two words, that is, 'delicious,' and one word, that is, 'eating'! I am here to remind you that the Dragon Boat Festival is here, and it is also the peak season for you to eat, drink, and work. The wife is sad, the wine hurts the body, as the king of wine, he should be sober. ”

"What, you're scolding me too?"

"Am I scolding you? At the beginning, the two of us had a heart-to-heart relationship, one sought to be an official and wanted to be politically compatible, and the other was to study and think about all kinds of waste. You have been a township cadre for a few years, and you have not had any political deeds to spread, but you have won the reputation of the king of wine, and you are still talking in front of me that you are worth a lot of money! Is this what we wanted to pursue in the first place?"

"Drinking is entertainment, and when I get on the field, I can't help but drink in that position. ”

"That's just a kind of retreat. I advise you to be temperate, too much is not good for your body and effects. Eating and drinking makes you rise to the top quickly, and it can also quickly corrupt you. ”

"I know you blame me. ”

"Well, you can't use words accurately. ”

Director Ying didn't wait for any more, Jian Luo had already turned around and walked leisurely: "It's a godsend, you have to eat well!"

Director Ying didn't feel hot for a while, and he felt that there was an extra swelling between his chest and abdomen, which was both suffocated and suppressed, overpowering everything. Look at that Jian Luo again, he has drifted down the mountain.

"Can I not eat?!Can I not drink!?" Director Ying yelled at the back, "You can't blame me, you can't!"

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Two years ago, Ying Tianci was a very good strong laborer. He learned the craft from Jian Luo's father, and was influenced by a good master, and he was the only one who could get close to Jian Luo in the ability to do farm work. But he is four years older than Jian Luo, and with a time difference of four years, he is barely close to Jian Luo in terms of physical strength and intelligence, so Jian Luo does not have him as an outsider.

But it's only been two years, and Tianci's body is seriously deformed, and now Jian Luo can pick seventy sand bricks to cross mountains and mountains, which is five catties and one horse, looking at Tianci's appearance, I'm afraid it's difficult to pick forty horses, so Jian Luo has to persuade Tianci to get through. Guiding him up the mountain was only to deepen his impression, and at the same time to see how much the apprentice his father had painstakingly cultivated had degraded his body.

It seems that it is all bad! The effect of this persuasion and Director Ying's body!

Two years ago, he was able to pick 300 catties and dig one acre of soil a day. Two years ago, Tianci became the director of Ying, and the amount of liquor drunk at a meal increased from half a catty, one catty, half a catty, one catty, eight taels, two catties, to break through two catties, dominate the table, and soon became the king of wine, and it is said that the amount of wine has increased a lot after becoming the king of wine. The importance of the wine king has become a strange phenomenon in Dragon King Town.

Half a year ago, Tianci was already shy with a big belly, and someone called him in half a year and teased: "Director Ying, why don't you hurry up and find a way to find Xu Jiban, you will be fined for overbirth!" Tianci had no choice but to answer with a thick face: "I'm trying, I'm trying." ”

In the world, the word "food and clothing" can still be eaten while alive? Most of the officials are eaters, and the official characters have two mouths, and the officials will become food and drink bodhisattvas, and the world is like this, how can you blame me for being a godsend? I can't eat more than usual, how can I be an official? If you don't have such good eating and drinking skills, do you think it's so easy to go to the town and become a human director?

Jian Luo, a young scholar who has never been ******, an honest peasant, how can he understand my God-given situation?