The golden sun gradually sank into the blue mountains over there, and the little uncle looked at the vast land, and suddenly felt homeless and desolate. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The world is big, but there is no place for him.

When passing by the river, Wang Cai's family saw the little uncle with the luggage on his back and called the little uncle to come for a meal. The little uncle shook his head and refused. He wasn't prepared to trouble people. He thought that the world was so vast that there would always be a place for him to spend the long night. In fact, the small feelings between people come from unbounded interactions. It's not a parent, although people are enthusiastic, you can't stick it up with a shy face again. The two of them have helped themselves enough. The little uncle didn't dare to expect anything more.

But Wang Cai came over and dragged the little uncle to his house for dinner. The little uncle couldn't resist the enthusiastic Wang Cai, and was pulled into the house.

Wang Cai's family was busy chopping vegetables and preparing dinner, and Wang Cai accompanied the little uncle to talk. In a short time, a neat table of meals was laid out. After Wang Caijia set the last dish, he rubbed his apron and said modestly to the little uncle: "My food is not good, Brother Ma, you have to take care of it~"

The little uncle was polite.

This is the rule of Kitahara's dinner. The housewife who is in charge of the meal will say this polite remark as usual. The subtext of this sentence is: you eat and drink well, don't be polite, don't see outside the place where you are not well entertained, please bear with me. As usual, the person being entertained needs to be polite, taste a bite of food, and praise the housewife's ability and good cooking.

Wang Cai took out the wine hidden at home and wanted to accompany the little uncle to drink two cups. At this time, it was getting late, and the two of them came and went, and they were both drunk.

For countless nights later, the little uncle wondered if he would not have been able to find news of Xiaozhu in his life if he hadn't had this wine.

Wang Cai drank high, and he couldn't stop the door in his mouth: "Ma San'er, that dog, sent a basket of chickens to his brother that day." I don't know which chicken coop it was served~"

Although the little uncle has also drunk seventy-seven eighty-eight, he has not completely lost his mind: "Also~Xu~, maybe it is ~ him~ self~self~raising~raising~raising~raising~!"

"Phew! He raises fart! Ma San'er, I don't know? Lazy cramp people, but also raise their own chickens! The dozen or so chickens raised by his wife when she was alive had already been eaten and sold out~" Wang Cai said.

"He~didn't he~say~his~his eldest brother~asked him~ to buy it?" The little uncle's eyes straightened, and he patted Wang Cai's shoulder and said.

"Toto! I'm afraid that the money to buy chickens will already make him gamble! That day, that day, I will lift the old clothes on his back basket and see, he will not let ......," Wang Cai said, shaking his hand and snorting wine. It seems that Ma San'er is still in front of him, blocking him from looking at the chicken in the back basket.

"How many ~ chickens are so good-looking~" The little uncle had a big tongue and laughed at Wang Cai.

"Yes! A few chickens, what's so ugly! Baba is covered with old clothes and no one is allowed to look at it!" Wang Cai snorted in his nose and said disapprerovingly. His bronze face turned red from the strength of the wine.

"You didn't ~ didn't see it with your own eyes~, how ~ how ~ how ~ did you know it was a chicken?" The little uncle smiled, as if he was proud to have asked this question.

I saw him move in the basket for a moment, so I asked him. Ma San'er said from ~self~...... "Wang Cai seems to be drunk, but he still brought the wine in the wine cup and touched it with his little uncle."

The little uncle didn't speak, he was already drunk. The electric light above his head suddenly grew under his feet, and he felt like he was floating on the ceiling.

"However, I didn't smell chicken poop or hear a chicken croak all the way...... Ma San'er is eighty percent of me!" Wang Cai suddenly came to the little uncle and shouted. The little uncle smirked and repeated: "There is no smell of, and chickens don't crow~ floating...... The table also floated ...... Ma San'er will ...... you"

"Hey, hey. You pour it first! Just say you can't win me by drinking!" Wang Cai pointed to the little uncle who was drunk and muddy, and said with a smile. The little uncle didn't answer, but still grinned and muttered to himself: "The chicken doesn't crow, Ma San'er is a fool...... Floating~Floating~FloatingTable~Floating!"

"What doesn't float! Let's go, go to bed!" Wang Cai picked up the little uncle, and the two of them staggered towards the bedroom.

The next day, the little uncle woke up groggy and felt a splitting headache. For some reason, Wang Cai's drunken words lingered in his mind last night: "The chicken doesn't crow, there is no smell of, it will move, Ma San'er is ......"

The little uncle felt that something was about to come out, but he couldn't grasp it. There was something in between, and he didn't know what it was. But he knew that something was still missing.

"When did Ma San'er come home?" The little uncle asked Wang Cai and his wife before saying goodbye. Wang Cai's family lives by the river, not far from the bridge. Buses usually stop at the bridge. Anyone in the village got off the bus by car, and Wang Cai's family could see it very clearly.

"Looks like it's been a few days since I've been back." Wang Caijia hurriedly replied.

Wang Cai didn't come back that day, he didn't know very well. However, he frowned and thought for a while and added: "When I came back the next afternoon, I saw Ma San'er on the street, and the bus runs once a day." He should be back on the 13th. I'm afraid he got some money from his eldest brother and went to gamble again!"

The little uncle had some guesses in his heart, but he didn't dare to confirm it. He needed to go to the street and ask Ma San'er's creditor, Boss Gu. If the little uncle guessed correctly, Ma San'er didn't dare to gamble on the street recently. He still owes Boss Gu more than 200 yuan. Gu Boss failed to collect debts, and Ma San'er had three days of free time to mortgage the land deed. Uncle Xiao also knows about this. He owes Gu Boss more than 200 yuan, plus interest is almost 400 yuan. The little uncle had no money to pay it back, and was beaten on the head by a group of people gathered by Boss Gu. Otherwise, he would not have taken the risk and paid attention to the small pillar.

Boss Gu doesn't gamble, he puts loan sharks on the street. Gu Lao has a great business, and recruited a group of tall and burly followers to help him collect debts. I heard that several people in my squad have also been imprisoned for hacking people to death. Ordinary people don't dare to mess with Boss Gu, and only when they have no money and are desperate, they will go to Boss Gu. Among them, the type of person who borrows the most money from Boss Gu is the gambler.

Gamblers gamble red-eyed, and they will go to Boss Gu to get some money to turn over the book. Some people are lucky, and they immediately return Boss Gu's money after turning over the book. Boss Gu didn't ask them for interest, and he could leave after paying off the arrears. And some people, if they are unlucky, will lose all the money they have turned over. At this time, Boss Gu will not chase after people. If you still want to borrow it, Boss Gu will also lend it to you. Thirty today, fifty tomorrow, as long as you open your mouth, Boss Gu will agree to you.