Du Sanye replied first: "Lao Du likes Widow Liu's private dishes more."

The old knife opened his mouth, his old face was flushed, and he swallowed the words again when they came to his mouth.

Cang'er is no longer embarrassed by the old knife.

The old knife breathed a sigh of relief and said to Du Sanye: "You became famous overnight, I don't know if the other two are good?"

"You are pointing to the pole and the flat burden," Du Sanye was happy for the two of them: "They live more freely than Lao Du, return to the countryside, gather wives and have children, work at sunrise, and rest at sunset."

Cang'er was secretly surprised: the pole and the flat dan, such funny names, I don't know where these two come from.

The old knife faced Cang'er and said, "Have you ever heard of the Jiuchi wheel war?"

The wheel battle of the wine pond has long been familiar to Cang'er.

The original wine pool shopkeeper, Fei Qian helped Dongfei to divide the helm of the main drunkard boasted of Haikou: with the power of one person, and three to five heroes take turns to fight wine, if he loses, send the treasure of the wine pond town store, the world's unique wine supreme: will enter the wine. Within the four seas, there were three good men who were fat, tall, and thin and came to the door to challenge the drunkard. From dusk to sunrise, there was still no winner or loser for a whole day and night. The four of them drank so much that they raised their glasses and invited all the beggars on the ten-mile long street to drink in the wine pool, which was unprecedented. In the end, the drunkard lost to the three heroes of a fat, a tall, and a thin man by half a glass, and lost the wine of the only one in the world.

Cang Er nodded.

The old knife asked: "Who are the three heroes?"

Cang'er shook his head, I don't know.

Lao Dao looked admiring: "Fat as a bucket, as tall as a bamboo pole, thin as a burden, referring to these three heroes." The fat ones are as fat as buckets, the tall ones are as tall as bamboo poles, and the thin ones are as thin as flat poles. The old knife raised his voice, "The man who is as fat as a bucket is far away in the sky, close in front of him." ”

The old knife said a word, and the stone broke the earth.

Cang'er never dreamed that the unattractive Du Sanye in front of him was actually one of the protagonists of the Jiuchi Wheel War, he had fantasized about hundreds of pictures of entering the Tang Dynasty, but he never thought that the three parties involved in the Jiuchi Wheel War would drink together.

Fat as a bucket, as long as a bamboo pole, thin as a burden. In one sentence, it is interesting to read, and I can't help but laugh.

Cang'er was overjoyed: Could it be that Jiang Tao relied on her wisdom to invite these three heroes to him? If so, the happiness came too suddenly.

Du Sanye stayed in the Fengzipai fast barracks that night.

The next day, before Cang'er went to the official residence of Jingzhao Mansion, he asked Haishang and Du Sanye to meet once.

Du Sanye said that he was proficient in disguise and disguise.

Haishang was happy in her heart: In the future, when she met an old man on the street and bumped into a lady, maybe it was Du Sanye. It's just that Du Sanye's figure can only pretend to be a fat uncle and a fat aunt.

Du Sanye said goodbye to Cang'er and Haisheng and went to the city.

The prodigal son is still sleeping with his head covered in the electric road barracks, as if he has been on the road all his life, and he can't sleep enough.

Cang'er today discussed with Yuan Xuegui, a judicial member of the army, about the recommendation of the four cards, and the task of patrolling the street fell to Haisheng alone.

Haishang didn't think there was anything wrong, and followed Cang'er through the streets and alleys for a few days, and was basically familiar with the road conditions.

Haishang took to the streets as usual, and many people pointed at her and whispered. After all, the scene of a beautiful woman catching up and patrolling the street is too eye-catching.

Haishang had already overcome her mental obstacles, and she didn't bother to pay attention to all kinds of eyes on the street, she walked on the street with her head held high.

Haishang looked around and found that there were many more fruit farmers selling saplings on the streets, and without exception, they were all selling peach saplings.

Recently, peach trees have been planted in the countryside, just because Cui Hu's poem "Title Capital City Nanzhuang" has changed the way boys and girls pursue love.

The young woman looks forward to the spring flowers in the coming year, and there are young people knocking on the door to ask for tea, and they fall in love with each other at first sight; The young man is looking forward to going out in the suburbs, meeting a bold and brave young woman, and making a private life.

The rush to plant peach trees is becoming more and more intense, and the supply of peach tree seedlings is in short supply. Scarcity is expensive, Nanzhuang's saplings have become a sought-after commodity, and every fruit farmer says that their saplings come from Nanzhuang.

How can there be so many peach tree seeds in Nanzhuang? Men and women who yearn for love are convinced. One of them is this beautiful patrol: the seadress.

At the end of the day's patrol, Haishang walked back to the patrol house with a Nanzhuang sapling. She wanted to buy a few more, but the "Xianglu" where she lived was surrounded by flowers, and this peach tree had to be squeezed in.

Haishang was busy for a long time, and finally settled the sapling. She leaned on the windowsill, thinking about opening the window every day, and saw four kinds of flowers at a glance: jade beauty, tea plum, gardenia, and peach blossom. Different seasons can be dressed with different flowers, and the seawear is beautiful in my heart.

The footsteps sounded, and Haishang fixed his eyes to see that it was the prodigal son, and the prodigal son had finally finished sleeping. Cang'er told her that the prodigal son was the new head of the electric road brand, and he only obeyed the orders of Jiang Tao, and others were not allowed to interfere with his actions.

Keep it in mind.

The prodigal son looked at the seacoat, then at the newly planted peach blossoms, and a subtle smile bloomed in the corner of his eye.

The prodigal son also laughed, and Haishang wondered if he was wrong.

The prodigal son's smile was fleeting, indifferent as ever, and he walked out of the seadress's sight without a sound. Haishang felt that there was no knife in the world as ugly as the bamboo-handled short knife on the waist of the prodigal son.

Haishang was patrolling and planting trees today, her back was sore and her back was swollen, and tiredness struck, and Haishang fell asleep in a daze.

In her sleep, she heard someone knocking on the door, and Haishang lazily shouted, "Who?"

No one answered.

Haishang shouted again: "Is it Brother Cang'er?"

"It's me." Someone outside the window answered.

This person was so fast, he just knocked on the door, and in the blink of an eye he was under the window.

Haisheng's eyes were worried, and in the haze, she saw a man in white smiling at her.

"Tubu!" Haishang's heart was about to burst out, but he didn't expect that as soon as he planted the peach seedlings in Nanzhuang, a young man came to ask for tea.

The best person to come is the moonlight man in his mind.

Haishang rubbed his eyes, and the figure of the man in white outside the window gradually became clear: a tall middle-aged man.

Haishang was disappointed, and her good mood was ruined by this man.

Last night, Du Sanye, this man today, the dignified Jingzhao Mansion patrol room was like no one under their feet. Haishang didn't dare to contradict it, in case this person was also invited by Jiang Tao to be the head of the brand, then it would sweep people's interest.

The man in white is tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, showing talent.

"Are you right?" Haishang asked.

The man in white was polite: "Looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Haishang was a little surprised, "Do you know me?" ”

"I don't know, I know this sapling." The man in white is humble and gentle.

Haishang was inexplicable: "I bought this sapling."

"Not bad! But I booked it in advance. When the farmer who sold the tree saw that you wanted to buy it, he couldn't refuse, so he had to sell it to you. The man in white patiently explained.

Haishang didn't like to listen to this sentence, and retorted: "Is it me with horns on my head?" Or do I have thorns on my body? The growers are so afraid of me. ”

The man in white was not angry, and said calmly: "It's you."

Haishang gasped: "Could it be that my patrol suit will eat people?"

The man in white changed the subject: "Am I taller than you?"

Haishang: "High."

The man in white: "Do I have more strength or do you have more strength?"

Haishang thought for a moment: "You have a lot of strength."

The man in white is a man, the sea is a woman, and in terms of physical strength alone, a man is born with more strength than a woman.

The man in white: "Are you afraid of me?"

Haisheng: "Don't be afraid!"

Man in White: "Why?"

Haishang straightened his chest: "I'm a Datang patrol."

Man in White: "That's the answer."

What the fruit farmers are afraid of is not the person of Haisheng, but the identity of Haisheng's patrol. A fruit farmer is so afraid of a small patrol that if he sees the court officials buying his saplings, he is afraid that he will not be able to give them away in vain.

At this moment, Haishang thought a lot: she used to be a female artist who accompanied men to have fun in the Furong Soup House, and she swallowed her breath wherever she went. As soon as the patrol suit was added, she was not afraid of the sky and the earth all of a sudden, didn't she rely on the support of Jingzhao Mansion?

Haishang figured it out, and she said to the man in white: "This peach tree will be returned to you, and the thing will be returned to its original owner."

The man in white didn't seem to be satisfied with such a result, and chattered: "Do you know how precious this sapling is? That's the picking tree of Nanzhuang. You planted it once, I dug it up again, the nutrients of the roots of the tree are destroyed, what if I take it back and die? Who pays me for my authentic Nanzhuang peach tree? ”

"And what are you going to do?" Haishang is in a hurry.

The man in white sighed: "What else?" I had to plant it here, and the peach tree originally belonged to me, so of course I stayed here. Fat as a bucket, as tall as a bamboo pole, thin as a burden. Du Sanye, who is as fat as a bucket, arrives at Jingzhao Mansion, how can there be a reason to throw down my pole as high as a bamboo pole? ”

The man in white was originally called a pole, and it seems that the level of the pole pretending to be a scoundrel is also first-class.