"Gummy candy, chunks of sugar, pull out that old man—"

The distant shouts sounded in the backer, and immediately summoned all the children in every household, among whom the fat man led Qiqi.

The big candy seller is an old man on a bicycle, the car is propped up on the side of the road, a cardboard box is tied to the shelf, and a bunch of half-sized people form a half circle, you have two, he has three.

Qiqi has little strength, and he can't squeeze it, so he is a little anxious, and he shouts "Weiwei" in his small voice.

Well, the crowd dispersed, and Kiki was left alone, walking to the front of the bike, cocking his toes, and not seeing what's going on inside the box.

The old man looked stunned: Who is Weiwei, so powerful? Glancing at the fat man, he suddenly understood: This fat man is majestic enough. How did he know that Weiwei was the nickname given to Little Tiger by Qiqi, and it was definitely shocking to these half-sized boys.

The fat man took out a dollar and handed it over, and the old man wrapped a large piece of candy in yellow paper. It was the first time the fat man had seen this kind of candy, a piece almost the size of a popsicle, milky white, and a sweet fragrance.

He picked up a piece without grace, and took a bite, crunchy, very sweet, and a fresh rice fragrance.

This sugar is good, stronger than candy balls and toffee. The fat man praised it, and then went home with Kiki. Both of them held a piece of candy in their hands, crapping as they walked.

"The prince of this stove hasn't tasted it yet, so you should eat it first. The old man muttered, and then continued to shout.

After breakfast, Erya ran over: "Fat uncle, my grandfather told you to go to dinner at night." Then he watched the tiger cub with Kiki. However, Weiwei was a little fierce, and always bared his teeth at her, so frightened that the fat man hurriedly drove the two of them out of the gate to play.

For this little tiger, the fat man has no good way, so he can only raise it like this first, try to have as little contact with outsiders as possible, and retain its wild nature.

Slipping around and coming to the deer farm, the New Year, the old man under his command also had to spend in advance, although five yuan is not much, but the purchase of New Year's goods is basically enough.

In other words, this old man is really dedicated, the deer farm and chicken farm are well managed, and the fat man is very worry-free. I was so happy that I decided to give each person an extra two dollars as a year-end bonus.

Happily came to the chicken farm, the three old men were even happier with the money, and even said that the fat man was kind.

In the afternoon, I went to the captain's house early, and saw Aunt Li busy with the stove. In the era when the fat man lived, he had long been out of the stove for the prince, so he thought it was quite fresh.

Because the mountain is a mountain, so a few years ago, the wind of breaking the four olds did not blow, basically every household is for the stove prince, only the fat man's family is an exception, but this guy eats better than anyone else.

The tablet of the stove prince is behind the pot, usually blocked with a small board, take the board away when the meal is cooked, the living person eats, the stove prince sees, even if it is sacrificed by the way.

The biggest sacrificial activity is the twenty-third year of the year, the Lord of the Stove wants to go to heaven to report to the Jade Emperor the work of every household, in order to make the Lord of the Stove say more good things, so there must be sugar in the sacrifice, after eating the mouth is sweet, it is best to stick the mouth.

The fat man glanced at the portrait of the Lord of the Stove, which was very simple, and it was not a regular print at first glance, it must have been printed by a folk workshop. The stove lord above has big ears, and his figure is fatter than a fat man, and it is estimated that he is smoked behind the pot every day, which is relatively fat.

There is still a grandmother sitting next to the king of the stove, there are not many daughters-in-law among the immortals, and the king of the stove is lucky.

There was a pair of boys and girls next to them, each holding a small jar in his hand, and the fat man was a little puzzled, so he asked Aunt Li to know: It turns out that the role of these two jars is the boss, and if the family does a good deed, the Lord of the Stove will write you a "good" and throw it into the jar; if you do a bad deed, write an "evil" and throw it into another jar. At the end of the year, when the Jade Emperor settles the account, there are too many bad things, and he will be punished.

Qiqi listened to it on the side, and his little eyes blinked for a long time: "Grandma Li, the prince of the stove in the family, is carrying two jars, it is estimated that they can't be put in the heavenly palace, and besides, who can check it?"

"Children don't have many mouths, and the gods have great abilities. Aunt Li brought Qiqi and Erya into the house.

The fat man also watched hehe Zhile: The child tells the truth, and he will reveal the truth at once. However, the king of the stove is also a sustenance, the people take food as the sky, and the people hope to have enough food.

Aunt Li put two large pieces of candy on a plate, put them in front of the portrait, and chanted: "Lord Stove, Grandma King Stove, God says good things, and the lower world keeps peace." ”

There was a daughter-in-law next to him who brought over two wine cups, which meant that they wanted to get the father and mother of the stove drunk, and save the nonsense in the sky. This trick is good, and it is very humanistic.

After the worship, Aunt Li took down the portrait and called her daughter-in-law: "Bring the pony I tied last night and send the king of the stove to ascend to heaven." ”

The daughter-in-law agreed, turned around and entered the house, and the fat man heard two cracks in the house, followed by the cry of the second girl. I saw my daughter-in-law come out, holding a pony tied with sorghum straw in her hand, but only two legs remained, apparently two little girls were playing on the kang and broke it.

"What are you doing to beat the child, you can repair it. Aunt Li pulled out a sorghum stalk from the side of the stove pit, peeled off the outer skin, revealing the snow-white flesh inside, cut off the ends with a kitchen knife, and then connected it to the pony: "It's just a fool's thing." ”

After speaking, he hurriedly bowed a few more times, and stuffed the pony into the stove pit along with the portrait of the stove king, and the stove king went to heaven to say good things.

I threw a small handful of soybeans into the stove pit, counted as adding material to the horse, and the whole sacrificial activity was completed, and on the first day of the Lunar New Year, I bought a statue of the king of the stove and pasted it behind the pot, even if I invited it back.

The fat man saw a simple and primitive sacrificial stove activity, and thought it was quite interesting, so he sneaked into the house, only to see Erya and Qiqi making a bunch of sorghum stalks on the kang, and sneering at the skin.

Seeing the fat man, Qiqi hurriedly asked him for help, and the fat man sat on the kang in two rows, put his pocket in front of his leg, picked up a piece, and hissed and ripped off one.

I only felt a pain in my hand, and the fat man hurriedly shook his hand. I put my finger in front of me and opened a small opening, and the blood was thrown into my pocket.

The fat man didn't care, he rummaged in his pocket, took out a piece of white paper, wiped the blood off his hand, pressed it for two minutes, and it was fine.

The meals were also served one after another, twenty-three years was a small year, naturally it couldn't be too simple, the fat man had a small wine cup, and everything was put in the back of his mind. The captain drank a few glasses of wine, and then told the fat man: "Go out fishing tomorrow, get up early, and leave at four o'clock." ”

"Where can I fish in the winter?" If I hadn't just started drinking, the fat man would have thought that there were too many captains.

"You're going to go, I promise you haven't seen it. The captain also set up a small ambush, and the fat man stopped asking and concentrated on drinking.

With seven or eight points of drunkenness, the fat man walked home, and when the breeze blew outside, his mind was a little sober, and the fat man felt that something was wrong, the pocket in his hand was too light, and he patted it with his hand, and the wooden box inside was gone.

The fat man immediately sobered up in fright, and ran back to the captain's house to find it, and the fat man couldn't help but panic: there are still a lot of good things in it, besides, if the box is gone, it can't go back at all.

(Khan, running an Internet café again)