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Early in the morning, the temperature was just right, the sheep were full, drunk, and lying quietly, one in the east, one in the west, staggering to the ground, very pleasant. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A few little shepherds, of the same age, all seven or eight years old, got together, played their games, and talked about their words, which had a good taste.

Among them was the old drunkard's son Hu Xuangon, who was five years old, the youngest of these little shepherds.

This is a very handsome little boy, with white teeth and red lips, and a cunning air in his black eyes, which makes him even more cute.

The family is so poor that herding sheep for others every day is his only job.

On this day, Hu Xuangon was in a very bad mood, and his father exchanged the only half of his mother's silver hairpin for wine, and the family had nothing to eat, and he was hungry.

"Alas, when I grow up, I must have money, I must have a lot of money, buy two pieces of meat, let my mother cook one for me, and throw another one to feed the cat!"

The little boy let out a long sigh.

"Hey, you poor boy, hungry, let's 'cut Dong'er', if you win me, I'll give you food, if you lose, just be my little follower."

Hu Xuangon looked up and saw that it was a thin pole that looked like a small wilted shallot, more than ten years old, and the goats all over the mountain belonged to his family.

"Come on, come on, 'cut Dong'er' to play."

The thin pole carried a large piece of jerky in his left hand, pinched a handful of grass roots in his right hand, stared at the bulging little eyes, and had a challenging expression.

Hu Xuangong understood in his heart: This guy was playing with him by "cutting Dong'er", and he couldn't help but be upset for a while and turned his head.

"I said you are a poor boy, what is the big deal about you, and you don't pee on yourself, look at your poor morality."

The thin pole is a master who is about to put his nose on his face, thinking that Hu Xuangong is afraid, so he comes up and raises his arm, lifts his clothes, and asks for a hard one.

"Go and go, why are you looking for me because I am poor."

Hu Xuangon pulled it with his hand, as if he were pulling a pesky fly.

"Hey! I'm still spending it with you today, I see what you can do to me, if you have the ability to beat me, do you dare? Look at your father's bear-like look, you're not bad! ”

This little shepherd was originally an anxious child, and when he heard someone saying that his father was not, the little flame in his heart came up, and "cutting Dong'er" was his forte, not to mention that this stomach was also "making trouble", purring, humming vigorously.

"Cutting Dong'er" is to fight the grass roots, compete with each other, see who chooses the grass roots are strong, and who pulls off the other party's grass roots, who will win.

"Compare to compare, who is afraid of whom, you have to count what you say, and you can't regret it."

"Medium!"

Both children put on the appearance of seven disobedience and eight resentment, and they were eager to try.

"It's not interesting to bet on the grassroots, we're tired of gambling, let's bet on something fresh." Go up the tree, and whoever gets to the old eagle's nest wins. ”

The little shepherd said, pointing to an old elm tree not far away, and on the top of it there was an old owl's nest. ”

"If I don't bet on that, I won't be able to go up."

The thin pole was dumbfounded at first sight, let alone climbing a tree, looking at the tree was dizzy, straight, more than ten zhang high.

"Or—wrestle!"

"Okay, okay, just wrestle!"

The thin pole was so happy that he was confident that he could fall over the poor boy in front of him who couldn't even fill his belly.

"Come on, is it a fork and a hug, or a fall with a pull?"

It can be seen that wrestling is the strength of the thin pole, and he is quite an expert.

He took two steps back, hung the jerky on a small branch, and the grass roots were gone, and in a flash, he took off his freshly made new clothes, crossed his waist, and waited for the challenge.

The little shepherd did not show weakness, and the tiger stood like a warlike little rooster.

At first, Hu Xuangon was full of spirits, bullying the opponent who couldn't turn around, jumping around like a monkey, always trying to make clever moves, and stumbling coldly, as if he had the upper hand.

The thin pole is really a wrestling habitual hand, slumping his waist, closing his crotch, puffing out his eyes, and not showing a little flaw.

The two of them turned around three or four times like a marquee, and finally scratched and scratched together.

This time, the little shepherd has been fooled - the thin pole is full of bullish strength, and the chassis is high, no matter how you push and pull the top, you just don't move him.

The little shepherd was a little out of breath, and just wanted to hook the other party's leg with his ankle, but the other party pinned his foot, took advantage of the situation to push to the side, and fell on his back with a bang.

"Hah! Be my sidekick! ”

The thin pole is coaxing.

"Don't do it! We're three wrestling and two wins, and we'll be with you once? I still haven't fallen two times. ”

The little sheepherd's brain is full of fire, shy and anxious, and even more ashamed.

"It's three wrestling and two wins, you didn't talk about it in advance, you're really good at cheating! Okay, three wrestles are three wrestling, even if I let you! ”

The thin pole put on an expression that the adults did not remember the villain, stretched his arms, rode a breath of grandeur, and rode a horse to the ground in a crotch squat.

The little shepherd couldn't afford to lose, and before anyone could stand firm, he made a surprise attack, went up with one leg, and swept the thin pole, but it didn't fall.

pounced again, hugged his neck and pressed to the ground.

The thin pole slumped down and grabbed the two ribs of the little shepherd.

The little shepherd pressed it twice and didn't move, and the lower half of his body floated up. hurriedly spread his neck to save his ribs, only grabbed the other party's arm, and hit two more shangs in the air under his feet one after another.

"Oops!"

The little shepherd was really anxious this time, and the two of them rolled their eyes and took a bite on each other's shoulders.

"Oops!"

It hurts so much that he grins his teeth.

As soon as the thin pole flashed, the little shepherd pushed the boat down the river, and a stumbling block tripped over.

This is quite a disgraceful move, but it annoys a person next to him who is watching the excitement.

"Hey! How do you bite? ”

The one who watched the excitement, a big black dun in his forties, five big and three thick, stunned, and his body shape just formed a strong contrast with the thin pole.

That's right, this is the real follower of the thin pole.

"If you can't fall, don't fall, you can't make yin, you're a dog."

The big black dun ran up, caressing the thin pole flatteringly, and while looking at the tooth marks on his shoulder, he shouted at the little shepherd, and the slave looked like a slave.

The little shepherd blinked, blushed, and didn't say a word back, just pouted, disapproving.

"Let's go, find his parents, let them see what's going on!"

The big black pier stared.

The little shepherd also glared.

"Look at your virtue, it's really 'dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and rats are born to make holes'."

This sentence is quite ruthless, and it greatly hurts the self-esteem of the little shepherd.

He squatted down, even more frustrated, and simply lay down in the grass, looking up at the sky, stunned.

After all, he was still a child, and he was angry, but he fell asleep after a while.

Before you know it, the sun is in the west, and the sun is dawning.

"Where are you, Hugon?"

A voice like a broken gong, from far to near.

"Who's calling me, it's annoying!"

When Hu Xuangong heard this, he was even more annoyed!