"My hometown, I live in this tun, I am a native of this tun. Don't look at the tunzi is not big, there are mountains, rivers and forests, the neighbors are very harmonious, and the old and young masters are more gregarious. There have been many, many things happening in Tunzi, and I recall that it was special. If you are interested, I will lead you to know and know the people in our tun......"

The fat man's voice is very strong, he has lived in Gushantun for half a year, and he has a basic grasp of the local language, so he sings this song of Uncle Benshan, which is not in tune at all, and it is original, which is just similar to the folk customs of Gushantun.

The fellows below listened to it cordially, and it felt like a homely affair, and it was a little fresh, this kind of minor key that was neither a two-person turn nor a song hooked their hearts at once.

Several actors in the troupe admired it even more, but they didn't expect the fat man to be so brilliant. Although when I was in the county seat, the program I arranged was good, but compared with this, it was much inferior.

The most surprising thing is the big braid, the fat man's performance is too unexpected, the honest singing, the simple country voice, all the way to her heart.

"Fat Uncle is awesome!" Qiqi slapped the fat man to cheer him up, she was young and basically listened to nursery rhymes, so she didn't know that this song was plagiarized by the fat man.

"This kid is good, he sings very interestingly. Old man Wu also nodded vigorously.

When the fat man finished singing, the audience applauded loudly, which was not inferior to just now. The fat man bowed, and then ran off the stage, he didn't know the bottom of his heart, in case everyone coaxed again, he would have no dry goods in his stomach.

"Well, there's no shame. The fat man reported to his group of relatives and friends.

"I knew that your kid could sing, why should we invite the troupe!" the captain gave a thumbs up.

In the midst of praise, the fat man sat next to the big braid, and when he sang again on stage, he poked the big braid with his elbow: "Hehe, don't you go up and show your hand as a teacher?"

The big braid secretly glanced at him: "Who is as thick-skinned as you, hehe-hee-"

The two sang until midnight, and everyone was still unsatisfied, until the actors of the troupe said that they would perform again tonight, and everyone reluctantly went home. It is estimated that tonight, half of the people will hum in their sleep, "A round of bright moon shines on the West Chamber-".

By the next day, it was amazing, hundreds of horses climbed the plough and marched into the backing hill, and many people came to the commune, and the rest were villagers from the neighboring brigade. It was not easy to watch a show in those years, even if it was thirty or fifty miles away, it was worth it.

In the evening, the fat man changed the three old men to watch the play, and left him in the deer farm. Old Man Wu didn't go either, fiddling with Wang Sanpao's shotgun in his hand, preparing to go up the mountain to hunt tomorrow.

After a turn in the deer farm, looking at the lights in the ring in the tunzi from afar, the sound of the guy ordering faintly came, and the fat man's heart was very accomplished: The backer will definitely change because of me!

When he returned to the house and lay down on the kang, the fat man soon fell asleep, and in the dream, he twisted the fan vigorously.

"Xiao Huang, there's movement outside. Old man Wu shook the fat man awake, and then picked up the shotgun under the edge of the kang.

As soon as the fat man heard it, the cry of the goose rang out. He hurriedly got dressed: "It's not good, it must be those yellow skins again, I didn't even take you last time, and I dare to come!"

The two pushed the door out of the house, the fat man was holding a red tassel gun, and the old man Wu was copying a shotgun, and took advantage of the hazy night to kill the chicken farm.

Two figures suddenly appeared next to the deer fence, and the fat man was shocked: it's not a yellow skin, it's a second-rate person who came to make trouble!

"Who! Stop, or we'll shoot!" the fat man roared.

The two black shadows on the opposite side were really obedient, and they didn't run, but walked towards this side: "You have guns, we have two in our hands." Dead fatty, you scared us two last time, it's time to clean you up this time!"

Vaguely, the fat man really found that the two of them were holding a long guy in their hands, and it looked like they were also shotguns, and he couldn't help but secretly scream in his heart.

Pulled the old man Wu by the hand: "Retreat to the back of the house first, and then deal with them." "The position we are in now is empty, and if those two bastards do shoot, it will be dangerous, so the fat man decided to avoid it.

"No, I haven't served anyone yet. Old Man Wu's two eyes were shining, and he raised his shotgun casually, but he didn't aim at it, and it was two shots.

"Don't kill—" The fat man hurriedly shouted, and when he finished shouting, Old Man Wu's gun was also finished.

I saw that the two figures on the opposite side immediately became half shorter, and the fat man slapped his thigh: "This is a bad thing, although they came to make trouble, it is not enough to collapse!"

After speaking, the meteor ran over with great strides, only to see two people lying on their stomachs on the snow, and the dogskin hat on their heads fell behind them, and they had been beaten to tatters.

It's as if the old man knocked their hats off. The fat man quickly touched the breath of the two people, and the hot breath sprayed from his fingers.

Scared to death, the fat man straightened his waist, and when he saw the old man Wu walking slowly with a shotgun, he couldn't help but raise his big finger: "I can see what a magic spear is today, but you are always playing a little too mysterious, in case it is almost a bit, if you open your head wide, you will not be involved in a life lawsuit." ”

"Who would dare to play like this without these two brushes. Old man Wu first picked up the two shotguns on the ground, and then kicked the two boys who were scared and fainted a few times: "Xiong Bao, just like that, you still deserve to come out with a gun." ”

The fat man also went up to help, and the big-footed girl and the super long weight quickly sobered the two boys to their senses. The two of them rubbed their heads together, and then let out a sigh of relief, presumably glad that the thing was still on it.

The fat man carried one in one hand and picked up the two boys: "You dare to make trouble, I will send you to the commune tomorrow, just wait for the fence!"

The two of them drooped their heads, they didn't dare to speak, let alone run, and they couldn't run anymore, they couldn't run away from the guns, and the two shots just now had already knocked out their souls.

Getting them into the house, the fat man carefully examined the two of them, and finally found that one of them looked familiar, it was the young man who bribed the old revolutionary in the acquisition station.

When asked, the two didn't dare to hide it: their family was from the commune, and they were two brothers, the one the fat man knew was called Sun San, and the other was his younger brother Sun Si. I heard that Guishantun was going to sing a big show today, and I thought it was empty here, so I ran away to take revenge, but I didn't expect to almost die.

The fat man was not polite, he found two ropes and tied them up, and the two guys grinned, but when they saw that the old man Wu was standing with his eyes, he didn't dare to say a word.

It wasn't until after Old Man Wu slept on the kang that Sun San asked the fat man who was guarding them tremblingly: "Big brother, who is that old man, this shot is simply amazing." ”

The fat man smiled: "It's time for you to be lucky to meet the gun god who has played with guns in the army all his life." ”

Sun San's fourth grandson's head almost drooped into the crotch of his pants: This is too back, I met such a bad star.

The fat man was kind enough to comfort them: "Just be content, it is said that there are more than 100 American devils who died under his gun." I'm really convinced, how did people practice that gun?

After speaking, he picked up the shotgun and gestured on the heads of the two people: "Even if it is so close, I can't think it can be accurate." ”

After a few moments, he shook the two of them unconscious.

(When I woke up in the morning, there was no power outage, so hurry up and update a chapter)