"How did it die? You just said that Zhuangzi was burned after the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, is it because of the military disaster? Ma Qinghu said.

Wang Daoist sneered: "The owner of Guangwei Zhuang is a high-ranking official of the former Ming Dynasty, and he is the descendant of the Lang Shiyuan Lang family, so the poems left on the bottle are the masterpieces of their ancestors, and the descendants of the Lang family read the poems and books of the Han family. None of the bottles will be fake. ”

"A master is a master, exactly the same as what the wine owner said, admire and admire." Simao said with a smile on the side: "Presumably you also know about me being cheated by Xu Sandao and his gang?" ”

Wang Daoist was also a bachelor, and said bluntly: "You brought it upon yourself to be pitted by Xu San, what's the matter, you came to pit me when you were cheated by others?" I owe you or deserve you. But do what you like, and then invite you into the urn, your kid is playing very well, don't beat around the corner, let's just say it, what do you want Lao Dao to help you? ”

"It's a trivial matter, my sesame sauce noodle workshop, I want you to help me manage it temporarily, I'm going to Xu Sandao in a few days, and I can't spare my hands to take care of the noodle workshop."

"It's hard to get in and out of the red dust, aren't you forcing me to break the ring?" Wang Daoist looked at Simao while playing with the wine bottle in his hand, his face full of reluctance and hesitation.

"A group of sub-gods are staring at my workshop, I have to guard against it, there are Qinghu brothers on weekdays, but to be honest, fighting eyes are not his strength, with your old Dao, this demon tower is set there, I can sleep." Speaking of this, Simao sighed: "Whether you believe it or not, I didn't do it all for myself, I recruited so many guys, and said that dozens of traders followed me, I lost my hands like this, I really can't stand them, and this kind of demolition and filth can't be done, I Simao will not see anyone in the future." ”

Wang Daoshi's old eyes showed the light of a thief and a thief, and he stared at Simao for a long time, and then said with a smile: "Something is wrong, I know what shit you are going to pull as soon as your kid's ass is cocked, are you going to fight with Xu San and them?" Run me here to take care of the orphans? ”

Simao was slightly moved, instantly returned to calm, and said slowly and solemnly: "Qinghu is my best brother, Lao Dao, you are half my master, what you taught just now is that I like to be too clever, and I am too dead to save face and suffer crimes, I Simao thinks that I can call the wind and rain, a vigorous move, bright shelf, and treat others as fools, blind and deaf, I never thought that Xu Sanyi made a move, I didn't even have room to move, and now I really want to shave myself in front of you." But it's useless to say this, I now have a mirror in my heart, you can rest assured, I can pass this level, but I have to ask the two of you to give me the food channel, so that I don't have to worry about the future, and I can handle the fight between the two armies on my own. ”

Wang Daoist grabbed a chopstick of pig's head meat and threw it into his mouth, muttering and saying: "Since you have made up your mind, you can do it, I will leave you a grave tablet here, and I will not let you be a lonely ghost, but have you thought about it, if you die, who will your father and mother entrust to?" ”

The expression of the four-mao hippie smile seemed to be talking about the life and death of others, as if it had nothing to do with himself: "A good person will do it to the end, send the Buddha to the west, in case I die, you and Qinghu will naturally take care of my father and mother, and you still need me to worry?" ”

Wang Daoist and Ma Qinghu were speechless for a while, originally at this time, there should have been a background music that the wind was sluggish and the water was cold, and the strong man would never return, but they looked at the appearance of the four-haired thief's eyebrows, but they couldn't be tragic at all, but had a feeling of being pitted.

Seeing the staring of Wang Daoshi and Ma Qinghu, Simao took a large piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, chewing it with oil: "Don't worry, I can't bear to die until I have to, you will burn high incense every day to bless me, lest I rely on you." ”

When Simao dragged a little drunk back to the house, there was a miserable fog in the hall, and Lao Zhang drooped his head and was bored, silent. Zhang was as angry as a female beast: "Are you worthy of being a father?" I've never seen anyone like you in this world. Everyone has a face and skin, but what about your skin? Your cheeky skin for the dog to eat? Have you ever taken care of your son since you were a child? You just don't care about it, and you still add a burden to him every day, and your son finally crawled out of that muddy pit, and you are good enough to drag your own biological son back. I'm telling you, I'm eating your mind alive now......."

"Father, mother, don't make any noise, let the neighbors hear the joke, I will go out early tomorrow morning, and I will be back in three days." You don't have to rush into this matter, I have a way to solve it. After saying this, Simao quietly turned around, walked through the hall and silently returned to his bedroom, Lao Zhang and his wife were interrupted by Simao, and the atmosphere immediately took a sharp turn, and the room was deadly silent.

Simao returned to the room, did not take off his clothes, fell on the bed and lay on the clothes, the window was half open, a ray of moonlight was cast into the room, reflecting half of the room, indescribable tranquility and serenity, so that Simao's restless heart gradually calmed down a lot. Simao closed his eyes, was wandering aimlessly, heard a very light familiar footsteps, and then groped and sat on the edge of the bed alone, it was his mother Zhang.

"Simao, have you slept?"

Simao didn't say a word, and lay motionless on the bed.

"My mother knows that you are bitter in your heart, don't blame your father, if you have any grievances, you can tell your mother, say it, your heart will be comfortable, and it is not a matter of stuffiness in your heart." Zhang seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be chatting with Simao about family life.

Simao still didn't talk, pretending to sleep with his eyes closed.

"You have been such a personality since you were a child, you look at the face of laughter, you are not in shape, but you have more things in your heart than anyone else. Mother knows that you hate your unsuccessful father in your heart, but she can't say it. yes, I always say that there is no father and mother in this world, and there is no other way to swallow such a man than knocking out his teeth and swallowing it in his stomach, right? Speaking of this, Zhang Shi took out a small box from his arms and gently placed it on the head of the bed: "If you are awake, listen to your mother slowly, if you fall asleep, just talk to yourself as your mother, after so many years, you have grown up, and there are some things you need to know sooner or later." Do you know why your nickname is Simao and not Damao? ”