A remote town in the south. At the westernmost end of the town, a low, dilapidated blue brick house.

Here is a shop sharpening scissors, and the scissors are sharpened by father and son.

People are accustomed to calling their father Lao Zhangtou, and calling their son Zhang Shizhu Zhuzi, who learned from his father at the age of 12 and is now in his 20s. Unmarried and without a girlfriend, he is 1.8 meters tall, always wearing a shabby dirty apron around his waist, and the cuffs of his white-washed cotton shirt are rolled up high, revealing his strong black arm muscles.

The pillar usually looks up at the front when he is idle, but there is nothing in front of him.

He didn't have any hobbies, and when he was happy, he hummed a tune he learned from somewhere: "The rape flowers in the field are golden, I want to go and see, the fish in the river are playing in the water, I want to go and see, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, how beautiful, I want to see ......"

Zhuzi's mother died very early, and it was Lao Zhangtou who pulled him to grow up alone.

As the pillar grows up, he becomes a celebrity in the town. He became famous not because of anything else, but because of the amazing amount of food he was born with.

When I was little. He eats more than the average child. When he was five or six years old, Lao Zhangtou was quite happy. I think that this child has a lot of food, and he will definitely grow into a big and tall man in the future, but by the time he was in his teens, the amount of food on the pillar had increased several times compared to when he was five or six years old.

Gradually, Lao Zhangtou began to worry. The business of sharpening scissors is getting less and less, and I have no other skills, and I see that life at home is getting more and more difficult.

But this pillar cries out that he is hungry all day long, and every morning when he opens his eyes, he can eat six or seven large steamed buns with only a few slices of pickles.

Noon and dinner are even more scary, and it is common to eat eight or nine bowls of rice at each meal.

When he eats on the pillar, he likes to pour the vegetables into the rice, and after mixing well, he uses a big iron spoon to snort and put it into his mouth, and people never see him chewing, and several large bowls of rice are gone.

This kid was scary when he ate noodles, and once, Lao Zhangtou made lasanine with half a bag of noodles, and the pillar said that he was not full.

If you continue to eat like this, this scissors shop will really be eaten by him.

Old Zhang Touer took his son and went around sharpening scissors. The first thing the people in the town said when they saw them was, "How many bowls have you eaten this meal?"

The pillar always smiled: "I don't count." ”

That evening, father and son finished their work. Old Zhang Tou'er saw his son's unkempt hair like a haystack, and took out a haircut clipper to shave his head.

Although Lao Zhang Touer has endured hardships and poverty all his life, there is such a frightening son at home. But Lao Zhangtou is very concerned about his image. He goes to the barbershop at least twice a month. Let the barber hold a bright knife in his hand, as if he were shaving, and shaved and shaved his head, shaved as smooth as silk.

Shaving his head was a skill, and he never dared to give it to this clumsy and clumsy son.

He had just pulled out the hairdresser and dripped a few drops of oil on it.

There was a knock on the door, and the old man answered the door, and when he opened the door, he saw a man in his 40s, fat head and brain, white skin, and neatly dressed standing at the door of his house, carrying a briefcase in his hand.

Old Zhang Tou'er was stunned for a moment, there had never been anyone dressed like this among his guests.

"Who are you looking for?"

"May I ask if Zhang Shizhu lives here?"

The old man bent his waist and nodded

"My surname is Nian, and I am from the Southern Association of the Great Stomach King, and our association has been recruiting professional players recently, and I heard about Zhang Shizhu, so I wanted to come and meet him. The man said, looking inside.

In these words of the visitor, Lao Zhang Touer did not understand anything except the guest's surname Nian and the name of his own child. But he judged that the incident had something to do with the child. He let the guests into the house, wiped the stool with his sleeve, and ordered the pillar to bring a pot of tea, and when the pillar had finished pouring tea for the guest, he brought a small bench and sat down beside his father.

The man took out a few pieces of paper from his bag, and the old man saw that they were densely packed with printed words.

"Our Big Stomach King Association specially recruits some players who have a lot of appetite and eat a lot, and after some special training, these players can have an appetite many times higher than that of normal people. ”

The guest took a sip of tea, lifted the pieces of paper again, and pointed to one of the sentences to show the old man: "Look at it, if the professional player wins the ranking in the competition." There are all high bonuses. ”

The old man looked at the string of numbers on the man's fingers, and then turned his head to look at his son.

He finally understood that he could make money just by eating! and a lot of money. He couldn't believe it was true.

In recent years, my son's meal has grown larger and larger.

Because of his constant anxiety and worry, Lao Zhang'er began to have a long migraine, sometimes a faint pain, and sometimes a sudden severe pain. He often taps his fingers on his head, and the sound of tapping becomes more and more crisp. It's almost the sound of the wooden fish in the temple.

And now, when he heard the good news that fell from the sky, he felt that these migraines seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant.

He hurriedly refilled some tea for the guest, and the man continued: "Most of the players we have recruited before have to go through long and hard training. And your son Zhang Shizhu seems to have a huge appetite by nature, I heard that his large amount of food is innate, this kind of talent is not available to everyone, don't you say?"

When Lao Zhang heard this, he hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes! This kid is famous for his food in this town!"

Lao Zhangtou suddenly remembered a question: "If this kid joins your association, where will he work?"

"For new players, go to Chaohan City to report first. We will also develop a set of training plans according to each player, and after the training, they can participate in the competition, which means that they can earn money! Races, but all over the country! It's all big cities, and they still have all-inclusive food and housing, and if the results are good, they will go abroad to compete!"

When Lao Zhangtou heard this, a smile appeared on his face. He felt that the hard days were finally over.

When the child is young. Because of the large amount of food, he was discriminated against, and his wife was still alive at that time. As soon as his wife carried the pillar outside the house, someone pointed at them. There are also people who look at Zhang Shizhu like a diorama.

Although those people didn't say anything, it made Lao Zhang Touer and his wife feel more uncomfortable than saying ugly things.

Whenever that happens, his wife's face is red and white. Later, he was no longer willing to take the child outside. She only occasionally stood in front of the window with the child in her arms, letting him bask in the sun for a while through the glass.

……

Old Zhang Tou'er breathed a long sigh of relief, as if the pressure brought by this son with a big appetite for many years was about to disappear from now on!