"He doesn't really look like a Roman man, but he's a good man." At the dinner table in the evening, the woman of Tagus said to Porti, "My man only soothes me when he is about to give birth, and then I give birth to four daughters, and I have it—every time he gives birth, he comes in drunk, and makes a lot of noise, and says what to do with the dowry." ”

"Don't we have Calabis now? Sometimes, I feel that he is a messenger of God, who has come from far away from the East, and has met me and you as well. Potty's voice was still a little weak, and after taking a sip of mackerel egg noodles, he squinted his eyes and looked at it with delight, and sat in front of the shaking bed, staring at his sleeping son, Calabis, as if he would not be in the mood to eat for a while.

But when everyone was gone, including Paruma, who had been dragged away by the wives of the quirettable veterans and had gone to spend the night at Milou's house, Poti, who knelt in front of her husband and helped him scrub his body, saw the restlessness and high spirits of "Little Calabis".

Porti smiled, understanding that after going out to fight for two months, plus the months when she was pregnant, her husband, who was able to maintain abstinence, must have been held back to the point where he could not bear it. She gently pulled up the curtain of little Leo's rocker, and then continued to kneel, clasping her fingers on Calabis's buttocks, and Calabis was startled, and the groin that had been scratched by Catiline was a little painful. However, when Potty's thick, firm lips, wrapped in warm saliva, took his little Calabis in his mouth, Calabis forgot the small pain for a moment, closed his eyes, and pressed his hands on Potty's hair and forehead that were swinging back and forth. He felt the marrow and essence of the blood in his body. All of them were mouthed by Potty. Suck it out unhurriedly.

In the room, the sound of "tsk" grew more and more dense, and Potty's mouth was shriveled on both sides because of the vacuum, and she sometimes dragged little Calabis into the deep valley, sometimes to the peak, and from time to time in the center with her teeth to a round of bites, and Calabis's back gradually arched more and more. The expression on his face was that he grinned his teeth, and he felt that the front end of little Calabis was about to swell to the point of bursting.

zuihou, "snap", Potty's mouth loosened, little Calabis threw it like a stick, Calabis looked down, and saw Potty, who was kneeling with a round hip, with his face up. Looking at his own eyes with the whites of his eyes, he couldn't stand it anymore. Like a ballista, a wave of "rubble" was fired, knocking Potty's nose, cheeks and neck "full of devastation".

"Is it okay?" Poti asked.

"No, there are still reserves that have not been invested!" Calabis, who clearly disagreed, picked up Potty, placed him on the couch by the shrine, and pressed it, "No, no, Calabis, you can't press it on my breast, it's full of milk, it's swollen and painful. Potty screamed in pain, then laughed and pushed Calabis's upper body up, hooking his neck, "Lighter." ”

Potty, who had just given birth, was slightly fat, and the soft bulge of her lower abdomen shook back and forth with the impact of Calabis, which was very interesting, and the unique faint wet smell of a lactating woman was definitely an aphrodisiac. So within a few rounds, when Porti closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and twisted the two "buttons" on his chest, Calabis's reserve forces were instantly wiped out, and he could only surrender in defeat.

"Are you going to Etrunia?" Potti leaned sideways, gave up half of the couch, motioned for Calabis to lie down, and then touched the man's chest and asked.

"Yes, Crassus will let me and the caretaker Delfero go to his house tomorrow night, there are some things that have not been taken care of yet." Calabis kissed Porti's sweaty forehead, "After a while, you and Paruma and little Leo will go to Apilon, don't be here, the suburbs are safer and cleaner." ”

In the evening of the next day, Calabis, who had seized little Leo's free time to nurse and fought with Potty three times around the clock, his feet were a little weak, and he was down the stairs step by step, and the smiling fat administrator Delfero was waiting for him in the aisle on the ground floor with a few people.

"Oh, my friend Calabis, I must solemnly warn you that even though this apartment is made of masonry, you and your woman are a little too loud, like countless roaring catapults or ballistas—oh my God, you haven't been out for a day or a night." Delfero complained so seriously that he didn't shut up until Calabisse gave him ten dinars,

At this time, the courtyard of Crassus was full of people, these people were covered with thick strips of asbestos, and they also carried sharp axes, clubs, and a few ox carts and mule carts carrying water, just when the coming in Calabis was puzzled, Crassus walked out of the wing of the courtyard, followed by several high-ranking slaves who were good at calculation, he saw Calabis, hugged and kissed him very warmly, and then complained: "No way, I spend all day here, sometimes if you want to make slaves a tool for money, As the owner, you have to teach them how to calculate and manage by hand, which is very tiring. Then Crassus took Del Ferro over and said, "Tonight, Calabis will follow you and take these things." As he spoke, he handed a few rolls of papyrus into Delfero's hands, and the fat man unfolded them and looked at them slightly, nodded, and said Master, you better rest as soon as possible.

A group of people, pulling the cart, Delfero and Calabis in front, walked to the axis street of the city of Rome, Zuihou stopped in a place that resembled a warehouse, Delfero said a few words, and some of the people in the group, put their heads on their heads, entered the warehouse, and then took out a lot of things. In the candlelight of the walls, Calabis could see very well that these things were cans of oil, flax and sticks, "one at a time, with a little sharpness in the hands and feet." Delfero handed a roll of papyrus to the leader and commanded in a low voice.

The men took the guys and departed like night owls, and Calabis looked out of the dark street for a moment, and suddenly saw a building, probably a four-story apartment, with white and cyan smoke coming out, and then tongues of fire, like the letters of a viper, from all corners of the building—a situation that no single man could extinguish, and soon heard the panicked cries and footsteps of the occupants, who were trying their best to escape from this terrible place. "Quick, let's go!" Delfero, the fat man, suddenly and quickly led the people behind him, pushed the waterwheel, and ran towards the place where the fire was blazing. (To be continued......)