More than 20 weasels were arranged in a row on the snow, and Wang Sanpao's eyes narrowed together: "Fatty, let's divide the money equally when we sell it - look at this fur, it's really good." ”

"I don't want this money, you help me so much, even if it's my thank you. "Fat people have always been kind.

"Cheng, then I'll keep a few and sew a small mat for you tomorrow, it's not cold to sit on the snow in winter." Old Zhangtou, don't you have old cold legs, do you want one?"

Zhang Laohan waved his hand again and again: "I still want to stop living for two years." ”

Wang Sanpao was originally teasing him, but he laughed at the moment, threw all the yellow skins into the sack, carried them on his shoulders, and went down the mountain.

The fat man looked at his burly back and praised: "This is the man, almost the same as the heroes who used to be chivalrous and righteous." ”

Back to the chicken coop, those condoms really failed, the fat man picked them up, and then went into the house to sleep with peace of mind. On the contrary, the three old men tossed and turned, unable to sleep, worried that the great immortal would be guilty.

More than half a month has passed, and no weasel dares to make trouble. Fat people are also living a moist life these days, today this house, tomorrow that house, are all looking for pork.

It can also be seen that the popularity of the fat man is really good, and it is impossible to invite the whole village to kill pigs in the countryside, so that a pig has to be reimbursed, and it is generally relatives and friends or people with heads and faces.

Fat people don't belong to the scope of these two, but almost every household can't pull down the pigs, which is also magical.

Another special one is the big braid, because he is the only teacher in the village, he is deeply respected by everyone and is also a frequent guest at the pig killing banquet.

When the winter vacation was over, the little faces were fat and tight.

That night, the fat man deliberately made a few good dishes, and even took the risk of picking out some of the beans in the wooden box, stewed beans with pig's head.

The pork was bought by the fat man from the village, and it was all good meat. After eating so many houses, whose meat is the most fragrant, how can the fat man not count in his heart.

In addition, two big fish were made, put in the pot and steamed, and then served with a pot of stewed sauerkraut that killed pigs, and the three of them sat on the kang for the final supper, and it was time to go home to the city with big braids.

Although the meal was good, the three of them were obviously not thinking about eating, their big braids were stuffy, and they even forgot to put food for Qiqi.

Qiqi mixes with her every day, and sleeps with a nest at night, so the relationship is called deep. Now that the separation is imminent, the little face is cold, and the golden beans are almost gone.

The fat man can still calm down, and from time to time he asks the big braids to pick up vegetables, but he pulls the rice vigorously.

The only thing that is more cheerful is Mao Mao, holding the plate with one hand, and pulling tightly with the other, eating straight and smacking his mouth. The fat man couldn't see it, dropped his chopsticks, and knocked them on his hairy monkey head.

Mao Mao squeaked in protest twice, then moved to Kiki's side and continued to fight.

"Why don't you tell Kiki to come with me?" said the big pigtail suddenly.

The fat man nodded, and said in his heart: You can tell me to go.

Qiqi immediately became excited when he heard this, and his little face smiled into a little red flower, and then he began to talk to the fat man: "Don't bully Maomao, don't make big flowers hungry, don't ......"

The meal ended happily, put down the chopsticks, Qiqi and Maomao turned their heads on the kang and made a gesture, and the fat man helped the big pigtail clean up on the ground.

In addition to some mushrooms and other dry goods, there are also a few pieces of pork, all of which are sent by each family, and a few snow rabbits, half a catty of sand or something, or the last time the fat people went into the mountains to fight, and of course, there are wild boar stomachs processed by Wang Sanpao.

In the end, it was filled with two large bags, and they were full. The fat man stood on the ground and clicked his eyes a few times, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "I almost forgot about it." ”

After saying that, he ran out of the house, went straight to the big cellar in the garden, pulled aside the firewood that was pressed by the cellar door, opened the cellar door, and climbed down the ladder.

It is more than a zhang deep and very spacious, and it was dug in autumn, and it can store Chinese cabbage, radishes, potatoes and the like.

According to the population of the fat man's family, this is not needed at all, and the small potato cellar in the house is enough, but the fat man has another wonderful use.

There is a large vat in the cellar, which occupies more than half of the space. The fat man came to a large vat, broke off the yellow mud on the side, and sprinkled the covered brown paper, and a rich fruity aroma and wine aroma came out.

Snorting his nose vigorously, the fat man was in good spirits: it seems that this home-brewed wine seems to be good.

The fat man scooped a few pots and poured them into the house, and then resealed the wine jar before entering the house.

The room was filled with the smell of wine, and Kiki was drinking from a cup with half a crimson liquid left. Seeing the fat man enter the house, Qiqi grinned: "Uncle Fat, this juice is so delicious." ”

The fat man was sweating all over his head, and stepped forward to snatch the cup: "This is wine, what should I do if I am crazy after drinking?"

"I said how my head was a little dizzy. Qiqi's two little faces were flushed, and he planted them on the kang and fell asleep. The fat man and the big pigtail have not been short in transporting wine, and it is estimated that they have already drunk a glass, and the wine is strong.

The big pigtail smiled, covered the quilt on the kang, and stuffed Qiqi into the quilt. The fat man found a big jar and poured wine into it, ready to bring it back to the pigtailed father.

When I finished and went back to the house, Mao Mao was holding a cup and drinking it well.

The fat man saw that the wine in the cup was bottoming out, and he couldn't help but laugh and said, "A room full of drunkards, I will taste it too." "I snatched Maomao's cup and poured a cup.

The wine is bright red, pure and transparent, sipped gently, sweet mixed with a light aroma, very refreshing.

The fat man gave a good thumbs up, and then poured a cup for the big braid, and the two of them sat on the bench, drinking and chatting. Amber wine, dim candlelight, full of romance, that's it, the house is a little broken.

You and I have a glass, and before you know it, the small half basin of wine bottomed out, and the face of the big braid became redder and redder, and finally the head drooped.

This wine tastes sweet, but it's actually quite powerful, and it's mostly covered by fruitiness and sugar. Big Pigtails haven't drunk alcohol, of course not.

The fat man was still talking to himself, and when he heard that there was no movement for a long time, he saw that he had fallen asleep. Hurriedly helped her to the kang, dragged a pillow and stuffed it under her head, and then looked at the chest with the big braid slightly raised, or found a quilt to cover her directly.

Under the evaporation of alcohol, the two faces of the big braid are hot, as red as ripe apples, which is very attractive. The fat man looked around and leaned down, ready to secretly kiss the red apple.

"Uncle Strange—" Kiki muttered, then rolled over.

The fat man was excited, and hurriedly jumped off the kang, only to find that the little guy was talking in his sleep, and Maomao was also sleeping outside her bed, and it was estimated that he had drunk too much.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and his heart was still jumping: fortunately, no one found out. Otherwise, this man can't do bad things.

Then he went out like a thief, locked the door of the house, and went to the deer farm.

(What's that-wise, it's really a power outage again, but fortunately, the chapter was sent early in the morning)

(It seems that there is another thing, this Sunday, after twelve o'clock in the evening, there are online folks, don't forget to vote for the fat man or something, I still want to rush to the list again - thank you-)