Tang Xizong saw Tang Zhangwei's posture of dispatching a large army to those Buddhas in Chang'an City, and he couldn't help but admire: "This is the posture of cleaning up the bad guys, our side is weak." ∪ Miscellaneous Ψ Zhi Ψ Insect ∪"

Cui Chuchu said: "Your Majesty, you are wise and powerful, and when you receive all the power in your hands, you will definitely be a hundred times more powerful than this Tang Zhangwei." ”

Tang Xizong said: "No, I will never be able to do it, I can't be hard to eliminate those scum, this is my shortcoming." ”

Cui Chuchu said: "Then the old nobles will definitely support you!" ”

Tang Xizong said: "However, the common people are disappointed in the old aristocrats who are intertwined, and I have their support, but it is a bad thing." ”

With his legs shaking, he grabbed the shoulders of his two crew members, an Englishman and a Malay, and danced in the shaded courtyard, while the three sailors of the "Plutardhe" staggered in thoughtful silence. The orange-yellow star, which had moved to the edge of the sky, stared at them with wide eyes. When they got the money, they walked out into the street, holding hands, and swaying like chandeliers hanging from a ship. From the street, they could see the sea, the dark waters of the Gulf of Odessa, the toy-like flags on the masts hidden in the night, and the lights in the hull of the ship that pierced the night sky. Lyubuka sent the dancing guests to the intersection, stood alone in the deserted street, thought about it, laughed, and then turned to go home. The young man in the calico shirt locked the door behind her with sleepy eyes. Yevzeli gave the day's money to the landlady, and she went upstairs to her house to sleep. The pimp, Bissya Mindel, was already asleep there, while Chujechkis was rocking the oak cradle with two bare feet.

"Lyubuka, you conscience-ignorant one, look at you, you toss us," he said, picking the baby out of the cradle, "you should learn from me, and be a mother, shame on you......"

He put a small comb on Lyubuka's ** and put her son on her bed. The doll crawled towards its mother, touched the comb, and cried. At this time, the old man stuffed the pacifier into his mouth, but little David refused to bite the pacifier.

"Old liar, what kind of sorcery are you doing on me?" Lyubuka muttered sleepily.

"Shut up, you're still a mother, shame!" Chujechkis replied to her, "Shut up, study hard, you won't die well......"

The doll pricked the comb again, and he hesitantly bit the rubber ** and began to suck.

"Look," said Chujechikis, laughing. "I've weaned your doll, learn from me, you won't die well......"

Little David was lying in the cradle, sucking **, drooling with happiness. Lyubuka woke up, opened his eyes, and closed them again. She saw her son and the moon, and the moon broke through the window and threw herself into her arms. The moon beats like a lost calf in the dark clouds.

"Forget it," said Lyubuka, "Bassia Mindel, open the door to Chujechikis, let him go, and tell him to come and get a pound of American tobacco to-morrow......"

The next day, Chujchkiss came to pick up a pound of Virginia tobacco without a tax stamp and an additional quarter pound of tea. A week later, when I went to Evzeli to buy pigeons, I saw that there was a new steward in the store in Lyubuka. He was five short statures and very similar to our rabbi ben Zahariya. The new steward was Chujchkis.

He had been a steward for fifteen years, and during that time I learned many stories about him. If I could, I'd tell all of these stories one by one, because they're all interesting.

Odessa Story Father (1)

Freum Graci had a wife. That was a long time ago, twenty years later. When his wife gave birth to a daughter, he died in childbirth. The daughter's name is Basinka. Her grandmother lived in Tultsin. The old woman did not like her son-in-law, and said that he Freuim was a chauffeur of freight carts, with only a few black horses, and his heart was darker than the black hair of his horses......

The old woman didn't like her son-in-law, so she took the baby back to her home. After living with Xiao Niu'er for twenty years, she died in the shadows. So Basinka returned to her father. That's how it happened.

On Wednesday and Friday, Freum Graci was transported by Dreyfus to the ship "Caledonia" docked at the docks. It was not until it was almost dark that he finished his work, drove home, walked to the corner of Prokhorovsk Street, and met the blacksmith Ivan Pyatruble.

"Grach, I salute you," said Ivan Piatrub, "and a woman is knocking on your door......

Graci walked forward, only to see a behemoth woman in his yard. The woman's buttocks were fat, and her face was as red as a brick.

"Father," cried the woman, her voice thick and shady, ringing like a bell, "I'm suffocating to death when I'm idle here." I've been waiting for you all day...... Did you know that grandma died in Tultsin. ”

Graci stood in the cart, his eyes wide open as he looked at his daughter.

"Don't go around in front of my horse," he yelled, anxious, "grab the horse's halder, do you want me to whip it to death......

Grach stood on the car and waved his horsewhip. Basinka grabbed the horses by the halter and led several horses into the stable. She took off the horse and went to work. The girl hung her father's footcloth on a rope, polished the blackened teapot with sand, and then heated the rice patties in an iron pot.

"Dad, you're unbearably dirty here," she said, tossing out the window a sour-smelling cooked sheepskin on the floor. "But I'll throw all this dirty stuff away!" Basinka said aloud, and then brought her father dinner.

I know," Graci interrupted the owner of the Southerners, "I know that Solomon Chick has a crush on Bascinka, but Mrs. Capron doesn't like me......"

"Yes, I don't like you," cried Mrs. Capron, who was eavesdropping outside the door. She walked into the glass room, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling, "Graci, I don't look down on you, just like a man hates death; I don't look down on you, just like a bride hates acne on her face. Don't forget, our late grandfather was the owner of the South Goods store, and my father was the owner of the South Goods Store, so we have to keep our family business......"

"Go and keep your business," Graci replied to Mrs. Kaprun, who was flushed, and turned and went home.

Basinka waited for him at home, dressed in an orange dress, but the old man did not look at her, took a sheepskin jacket, spread it under the cart, lay down and covered his head, and slept until Basika's strong hands dragged him out from under the cart.

“

(End of chapter)