The pot handle is a savage

That Ding pot handle, twelve or thirteen years old, was born with a thief's eyebrows and mouse eyes, and the people in the village said that he was not the number among people.

He doesn't eat much human food, he doesn't do anything at all, he says that the ready-made meals at home are not to his taste, and he goes out to find uncooked things to eat. Pheasants, squirrels, and snakes on the mountain caught them, skinned them, wrapped them in paulownia leaves, and burned them, and he ate all kinds of bird eggs on the trees, and he claimed that only swan eggs had not eaten them.

Like a mouse, he eats peanuts, beans, sweet potatoes, and fruit from fruit trees in other people's fields, and people in other people's vegetable gardens do not eat as much as he does.

He slept until midnight with a fever and ran out, sleeping in a tree in the summer and in a hayhole under the haystack in the field.

His parents really didn't spend much money to raise him, he didn't eat much, and his clothes were simple. He said that clothes, shoes and socks were a burden that bound and bound him. In the summer, if an adult doesn't want to cut his cock with a knife, he won't even wear pants, and in the winter, a single gown hangs on his body and the gown is lifted, and a single pants fly on his calf.

A pair of bare feet all year round, his feet can be regarded as a unique in ancient times. The foot plate leather is tougher and more wear-resistant than the cow tendon sole, and the glass and rubble cannot penetrate it.

He has shown his unique skills in public more than once: he put an empty canned orange bottle on the slate, and he stepped on it, and the onlookers were so frightened that they covered their eyes with their hands, only to hear a "bang", and the glass bottle was broken when the audience opened their eyes. He lifted his feet and turned them around in front of the audience, and people put their faces up and could smell the stench on his feet, but they could not see any scars or blood on the feet.

He plays the first in the world with filthy skin, and he doesn't choose a day when he harms people. There are only a handful of people in Fang Yuan who have not suffered from it.

When he saw the golden pumpkin, he wanted to eat the pumpkin seeds, so he turned the old pumpkin upside down, and cut a hole in the bottom and pulled out the seeds, leaving an empty shell. What makes it even worse is that he aims his ass at the hole to poop in, and then fills up the piece of melon as it is. How can other people feel wrong when they pick pumpkins, why is such a big golden melon so light? When I opened it, it was rotten into black shit, and the smell was overwhelming, and maggots were gushing.

When the fruit came out, he spent almost all his days on the tree with his feet dangling. Whether the tree belongs to yours or mine, it has become his. He took a fancy to the fruit of any tree, and even if it was a snake coiled around him, he had a way to eat it.

In the distance, the tree owner saw someone on the tree and knew that it was the Ding pot handle, so he scolded from afar: "It's the Ding pot thief again, you stay still, Lao Tzu is here and falls to death with his feet!"

Later, the tree owner ran into him: "Why did you steal my pears that day?" He came to the dead and denied it: "You didn't catch it, and you didn't pull it, why did you blame me?"

"Okay, I'll keep you next time. Catch me and see if you twist your skull off?"

Soon gave the tree owner a chance, and the tree owner learned to see him take a stick on the tree and sneak to the tree: "Lao Tzu caught you today, see if you have anything to say?"

He would lean on the tree and pout: "This tree belongs to your family, and your name is written on it, and your seal is stamped? Why don't you move it to your house and leave it in an iron box?"

"I planted this tree, not mine, whose family do you say?" asked the tree owner.

"It's the state, and all this stuff is the state. ”

"Dog, you still have to quibble, Lao Tzu pecked you to death with a stone!"

"I'm not scared to grow this big, you haven't practiced hitting me with a stone yet. ”

"Lao Tzu is here to shake the tree and shake you down!"

"It's good to shake me down and break my hands and feet, I just live in your house and lie on your bed, let you lie down and feed and lift up, just enjoy the blessings!"

"I'm afraid that you won't get plague after eating, and Lao Tzu will throw you into the dung cellar and drown. ”

"Gnaw, you don't dare! Don't think that I stink when I stand upside down, but it will smell when I pour it down! Look at my brother or brother seven or eight who don't tear down your ribs and smoke your back tendons, I will lose. ”

This is a potato production place, as long as you don't throw the potato vines into the water, and when the time comes, you can go to the place where the potato vines were thrown and dig a bowl of potatoes bigger.

Everything is scarce and expensive, and most of them are cheap. Potatoes are the least valuable here, and I don't see anyone who describes their worthless things like this and uses potatoes as a metaphor: "A rotten potato." ”

People dig a cellar on a lower hill to store potatoes, and then build a thatched hut above the mouth of the cellar to shelter from the rain, so that it is open and does not need to be locked. Even if someone locks it, it's a lock mouse, not a lock person.

This thing is available in every house, not one cellar but several cellars.

It was not much better than a mouse for the pot, and when the crops in the field were harvested and the fruits on the trees were gone, the potatoes in the potato cellars on the mountain became the staple food in his mouth. He only had to tie a rope to the stump of the hut where he wanted to eat, and he slipped down the rope, picked the potatoes and climbed up again, as fast as a mouse.

Once, when he went to a random cellar, he met someone in the cellar, and he thought that the person should not stop him at this time. So he tried to tease the man, he spread his legs apart, pulled the cock out of his crotch and peed underneath. While sprinkling, he said: "The people below, choke on eating potatoes, open your mouth wider, drink a sip of wine and send it down." By the time the man climbed up on his feet, he would have slipped away with oil.

For such a lawless guy, he can't be beaten, and scolding is useless. The victim brought the complaint to his parents, and the person who went to his house to file a complaint almost closed the threshold of his house

。 His parents knew better than anyone else about their son's virtues, and they did not protect his shortcomings. He was beaten by tying him to a pig-killing stool, and hanging him on a stilt. His father didn't treat him as a human being at all, unlike other people's parents who taught their children heavy thunder and rain, which scared the children perfunctorily.

Like punches and kicks, flat poles, and mallets have all been used by his father. The complainant was sad when he saw it, and he hurriedly stepped forward to relieve the siege, so as not to give away a life because he ate a little bad food from himself. But he is an unbeatable Cheng Biting Jin, and he is ready-made as soon as he puts it down.

His parents were heartbroken by him, and said to everyone who came to complain: "You have caught him, whether you have skinned him or cut his flesh, we have not farted half of us." If he does not become a robber in the future, he will become a bandit, and if any of you kills him, he will be destroyed, and I will thank you with wine, meat, and rice. ”

His parents had locked him in the house, where could he lock it? He took the tile off the roof and ran away. He also tied him to a pillar with a rope, and he broke it with his teeth. It's such a pirate, and his parents have no problem with him.

His mother calculated his fate for him, saying that he was destined to be a beggar and born cheap. So he didn't take him seriously, he never thought about asking him to retire in his old age, and he didn't expect him to support the door at home, let him throw cattle and fend for himself.

It's such a scumbag, people don't dare to offend him too much, he wants to hurt you, and he is not afraid to kill you. He can afford to eat a few potatoes, fruits, beans and peanuts from you, and you have to thank him. If you provoke him, he will pour water into your potato cellar, and cut down your fruit trees overnight, and uproot your crops.

When I saw this person, I didn't say that people were afraid of ghosts!