Hou Cunxin thought of a solution to this problem, although it was just a trivial matter in the countryside, and it was all up to his own ideas to gain favorability. He vetoed Lia's opinion, because it seemed that the practice of fairness and democracy was only a façade, and the people who shared the rice would always be prejudiced from high to low, so no one would be able to do the same for dinner every day.

"What do you say, how to get rid of their respective selfishness, it's really difficult to do." Liya told the truth, according to her understanding, it is impossible to let people who are born selfish understand that it is impossible to average this kind of thing, and she seems to be a little unconvinced by Hou Cunxin's accusation of loopholes.

But Hou Cunxin knew what to do, he grabbed the rice spoon, and then pretended to serve the rice and said: "It's not just as simple as taking turns to serve rice, the real so-called democracy is not a form of mouth, but a proposition that can be embodied when it really needs to be done." If it is just a democracy of rice, then the unfairness of this problem will still be beaten back to the original point, and my opinion is that not only the people who serve the rice will take turns, but also a strategy will be implemented for the ownership of the subsequent choice of rice bowls. ”

At the very moment when he spoke, the rice that was poured back into the pot was carefully filled by him, and it was almost the same amount of seven bowls, and if this degree was placed among the seven people, it would definitely not appear. Hou Cunxin explained: "Another strategy is the principle of enforcing leakage, as you know, no matter who is in charge of the overall situation, the remaining six people will be given very little, so as long as the person in charge of serving the meal that day chooses the rice bowl according to the order, the contradiction will be resolved." ”

Liya patted her head and screamed. She understands the transformation in this, and in the predicament that there is absolutely no way to change, Hou Cunxin uses the method of changing other variables to control the situation. Instead of asking who is responsible for serving the rice, it is assumed that the person who serves the rice is unjust. These seven people looked at each other and expressed their opinions, Hou Cunxin's decision was correct, because after understanding his own distribution criteria, separating the power to choose to others would make him ineffective, and in the end, if he distributes so little, he must be his own. Therefore, the person who dispenses it will think about distributing the rice as evenly as possible at the beginning.

The relationship between the laughing family became a little more relaxed. To Liya's surprise, these guys looked like enemies just a few minutes ago. Don't give the girl a chance to be surprised, Hou Cunxin put down the matter of the family and declared that she wanted to go out for a walk, and Liya, who hurriedly followed out, understood what Hou Cunxin meant.

"What about my choice?" Hou Cunxin stood in the courtyard outside the door, and said to Liya who rushed over without looking back. "Sometimes it happens??? A village under the influence of demons. Humans in territories or rivers will act beyond common sense. It's like once upon a time when my companions would be vanished by good-looking villagers. The family here will suddenly burst into dissatisfaction with their savings. ”

That's exactly what it looks like. Liya didn't know what it was like to be together, but at least she shouldn't be at a stalemate because of trivial matters, and she had to wonder if the influence of demonic spells still caused a large family to have a mental mutation. The child is no longer filial to his mother, and the mother no longer feels sorry for the young.

Following Hou Cunxin's steps, they walked on the streets of the countryside wrapped in coats, and what they needed most after eating was calm. The walk led the two to the depths of the forest, where the road was quiet and remote, and if it weren't for the artificial street lamps on the side of the road to destroy the artistic conception, then the color of the jungle under the moon would make anyone nostalgic.

The two of them just stood on one side of the road, not blocking the passage of incoming cars, just leaning on the side of the road and looking at the depths of the forest, the black sky hung with bright silver that could not be seen in the city at all, and a gust of wind blew in the distance, which made Hou Cunxin feel cold. It was probably the end of dinner time for the old lady's family, and this point allowed you to go back and not see any members of the other person's family. But just as Hou Cunxin raised his legs to leave, Liya, who was standing on one side, stopped moving and stretched her neck to look at the end of the deep forest, which was dark but dim, vaguely like an old photo.

There was something urging in that direction in the corner, Hou Cunxin's angle was not good, the refraction was just right, so that he couldn't immediately find out what was over there, the original version, as long as they walked and raised their legs a few more times, I was afraid that they would be able to walk over. On the border of the road and the grass, there was someone sitting there motionless, and with worry and curiosity, Hou Cunxin led Liya in reverse.

They are not afraid of anything, as a masked person, they are supernatural beings, and even resentful spirits are fought against them. What was that thing in front of the two masked generals who had experienced a hundred battles, and when Hou Cunxin leaned over, the black thing shook to confirm that it was a human and not a danger.

It's no wonder it's black, this person's head is wrapped in black hair, and the black leather wrapped around his body seems to be his clothes themselves. When the boy and girl were close enough, the man's eyes that reflected the light in the light were not so dead when he looked up.

"Good evening, friend." With a voice like a merchant, this man reminded Hou Cunxin of collecting waste when he was young.

"Hello, uncle." The older person is afraid that he is as old as Hou Cunxin's father, but the actual age should be even older. "It's so late, what is Uncle doing sitting here alone?" Why don't you go home, Hou Cunxin didn't ask much about this extra sentence, because he was afraid that this magical roadside man would be a homeless man, and he might be homeless or become the most fixed part of the floating population in this village and town like a hermit crab.

"I can't go, it's not time to ???" The homeless man said.

"Why?"

"Because I'm waiting for Godot???" The homeless man's face did not change when he said this, not because there was some chance for him to make a joke here. Hou Cunxin stood back and carefully watched the man's every move, and the most important thing was that he was not injured physically, and mentally he was not stimulated, everything was so normal, but this night in such a place encountered such abnormal words.

"What is Godot?" Hou Cunxin was slightly interested.

"I don't know." The homeless man barely thought, and there was no change in his expression, and there were hardly many folds between his fluffy beard and sideburns, which seemed to be something he was subconsciously saying.

When he was about to continue asking, Liya stood behind Hou Cunxin and tugged at his clothes once, and the young man looked back at Liya's direction with the same surprised expression as the girl. I don't know when a little boy stood on their way, his distinctive shadow shaking, dimly shaking, and the eight-year-old couldn't see the expression on his face in the motionless backlit part??? (To be continued.) )