The second fool steered three cows in one morning to soothe the wounded heart of the cow, until the cow ate a mouthful of grass and threw a grateful look at him, and then he left with peace of mind.

He walked proudly on the ridge, quite a sense of victory. Wearing a jacket that has not been washed for decades, there is cotton exposed in many places, and there are a few large patches, which he sewed before he played hooligan on Wu's mother.

He had been ruined by life, his face was like a yellow pear skin, yellow, thick and rough, his elbows, knees and buttocks were dirty as if they were rolling in a coal heap, his hair was like a felt sheet on his head, and beads of sweat were dripping down his head.

But excitingly, under the straw rope in his hand hung a small bag of offal, which was the reward for his hard work in the morning. A pot of stinking and fragrant wild offal soup already appeared in his mind, and his mouth began to smash saliva.

He still remembers the only time he went to the restaurant in his life, and he also forgot what the reason was, what contribution he made, and who invited the guests. Anyway, he went, and he forgot everything irlevant, only the bowl of offal soup.

The beef offal soup made by the master upstairs in the drunken fairy, fresh beef intestines, tripe, beef heart, beef lungs and sweet sweet potato powder, stirred into pieces with chopsticks and cooked in the soup, the soup base is hung out with beef bones, and all the meat is seen, and even the soup with the material is all real materials. The offal is boiled in the soup, softly wrapped in a layer of batter, and happily rolled under the impetus of steam, bringing out a refreshing aroma.

Then, scoop out a large bowl, add a mountain of coriander, the little cowhide and beef tendon in the soup shake the tempting luster, and add a bowl of "two kicks", and it is perfect. He slowly tasted the bowl of wild beef soup one bite at a time, and when he put the bowl down, there was a gentle sweetness in his mouth, and there was a kind of unbearable sadness.

The tip of the second fool's nose soured, and it felt like Xue Jiayan who ate a gloomy ecstasy meal in "God of Food".

When Goubao grew up, he also loved to eat the offal soup here, and after eating, he locked a door for his stomach, and after years of wandering, this door went in and out, but the code on the door was still locked. He just wanted the offal soup he had eaten elsewhere to apologize to him.

When you think of beef broth, everything is wonderful, it's a rare good day!

The clear sunlight is quietly sprinkled on the earth. Despite the cold wind and rain in February and March, the flower bones on the peach trees quietly emerged one by one, and some even bloomed pink petals. An emerald green chickadee, fluttering to the ground, stood on the rickety branches, and chirped merrily.

The second fool hummed a little song as he walked, walked three steps and one step at a time, and arrived home in a short time. He pushed the door and entered the house, and was stupid all of a sudden, and his first reaction was, is this still my house? All of a sudden, it became so neat, so bright, and there was a faint fragrance that had not been seen for a long time.

"Chi Ling, why are you here!" After the two fools entered, they said something that traveled through time and space. In the eyes of the second fool, Mother Wu is Sister Zhiling in his eyes, Sister Fairy.

He saw Wu's mother standing inside, busy on the stove, and the child sleeping soundly on the bed

"Brother fool, you're back" Mother Wu greeted the second fool warmly, took the things in his hand, and prepared to wash them.

But the second fool still stood there stunned, not coming back to his senses, immersed in his own fantasy world.......

In late spring in March, on the shore of the West Lake, flowers bloom, fragrant fragrance strikes people, six bridges of smoke willows, Su Causeway spring dawn, a good poem about the south of the Yangtze River.

A young scholar, with clear eyebrows and a cute face, was dressed in blue, wearing a blue hat, two hat bands fluttering in the wind, holding a book in his hand, and reading words. The seriousness of single-mindedness and distraction is even more moving.

A poem read casually by the scholar made thousands of passing girls stop and listen:

Shili Ping Lake is full of green

The hosta is bleak and cherishes the Chinese year

If you have the king to take care of you in this life

Only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals.

This poem is deeply affectionate, causing pieces of flying flowers to fall from the sky, like heavy snow. He shook his sleeves and rolled the aftertaste. He turned around, and suddenly found that a beautiful girl not far away was quietly watching him behind a tree, her eyes met, and the girl looked shy, and turned to leave.

The scholar followed closely, and the girl disappeared for a while, could it be that the fairy sister went down to earth?

"Boatman, wait a minute!" The scholar finally saw the girl on a boat, so he chased after her.

"Guest, where are you going?" The boatman asked.

"I'll go to Lingyin Temple." The scholar replied casually.

"These two female guest officers are going to Wuzhen, and they don't stop by the way," said the boatman, "you should get off the boat quickly." ”

"Then I'll go to Wuzhen too," the scholar said, "It's going to rain later, and I can't find a boat.

"You're so funny, how can it rain in such a good weather?" The girl's maid covered her mouth and snickered as she spoke.

However, this rain is not one step earlier, not one step later, just when the two are happy. Suddenly, it rained a gentle spring rain, and it couldn't tell the lingering feelings of the beginning.

The girl had no choice but to get into the boy's umbrella. She swayed from side to side and almost fell into the water. The scholar didn't care about the difference between men and women, and in a hurry, he could only catch her quickly.

The boat was bobbing in the rain like that!

The world under this umbrella rains like flowers, the fragrance of flowers is like honey, and the people under the umbrella are intoxicated, and they can't wait for this boat to walk on the lake for a lifetime.

The small raindrops on the girl's forehead gently swam to the corners of her eyes. Her eyes blinked slightly, sliding to her lips, this scholar couldn't help but be helpless, but left and right, whether to use her hands, or her mouth, to look at people or to see the rain?

The oars of the captain were incomprehensible, and the boat finally came to shore.

When he got to the shore, he held up the umbrella, and finally summoned up the courage of his life and said, "Girl, this umbrella is for you." ”

Then he turned and walked away.

The girl said shyly and softly, "Oh, don't go." ”

The scholar looked back in surprise, "Girl—"

The girl said, "Xianggong, tomorrow, we will meet here and return your umbrella."

The scholar said firmly, "The wind and rain will not change, and we will not see or disperse!" ”

"See you or leave!" The girl finished speaking with affection, and then showed her graceful posture, and she was not in the smoke and rain.......

"Brother fool, it's time to eat" Wu's mother screamed a few times, and finally the two fools woke up from their hallucinations, and everything came back to reality, he is not the legendary Xu Xian, and Wu's mother is not a fairy-like white lady.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, crossing cannot change anything. He is still this poor bastard, and he doesn't even have a daughter-in-law. Mother Wu, who has good facial features and is cleanly dressed, and Sister Zhiling in her heart, actually did not bind her feet, this shortcoming cannot be avoided, and it is also a hidden pain in his heart. Although, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him.

"Big sister, why are you here?" The second fool didn't figure out the situation a little, where is this, he can't figure it out at all with his head, and it's almost the same as if he needs Wen Quxing to give him a dream.

"Brother fool, look, we are still relatives when we talk about it, let's cook you a meal today"

Wu's mother washed some wild vegetables, combined them with tofu dregs, added a few peppercorns, a little salt, mixed and stirred, white, green and green, it looked very good, and put it on the coarse porcelain plate he brought from Mei's house, and placed it on the broken table very carefully, which looked no worse than the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

Wu's mother is so skillful, she used soy milk to cook bitter mustard greens, and when the vegetable leaves turned from green to green, she added a little stick noodles to make pimple soup. She took out a rice dustpan made of willow strips, and inside were a few sweet potato noodles, black and shining.

This exquisite table of rice, if it is placed in Xiangjie, may cost a lot of money, it can be regarded as an exotic style. But in Tangshan, this is a way for the poor to come up with a way to fill their stomachs.

"Why don't you cook that offal?" The second fool remembered.

"Keep it for Mr. Bai"

"Why give it to him? He has no worries about food and drink. I haven't had meat for more than half a month."

"Let me ask you, what's the name of this child?"

"Dog Treasure"

"Where's the Daimyo?"

"The priest gave him a foreign name, what is it called?" The second fool is a little unable to read.

As the saying goes: "The mother of the first year of junior high school, the master of the fifteenth", it stands to reason that this child is the life of the master. Don't you ask your husband to give the child an official name?

These words made the eyes of the second fool light up, if this kid becomes an official, he will be the master of the master. Eat big buns in the morning and drink mutton soup; Eat a bowl of braised pork for lunch, steam it until it is oily, and then burn a chicken; Eat pork stewed vermicelli at night, come to a big bowl of "two kicks" every meal, eat like this every day, and live like this. Thinking about it, I couldn't stop smiling.

"Eat quickly, if you don't eat it again, it will be cold," Wu's mother urged him.

The second fool picked up the bowl, and a gust of wind swept the clouds, and he wanted to lick the bowl, but he was afraid that Wu's mother would be disgusting, so he put it down so stupidly. Hey, people are poor and short-minded.

Wu's mother hugged the child, fed the child mush, and then gave a big lesson to the second fool, the second fool seemed to understand it, but he kept nodding, he didn't dare to say those words last time.

When Wu's mother left, she left him a few steamed buns, and the second fool was a little stunned.

What does that mean? Does Mother Wu want to marry me? She is an old widow and is not afraid of jokes? If it is a relative, a distant relative who has no money, why should it be concerned for no reason? The second fool can't think of such a complicated thing.

What he is most concerned about now is the official name of Goubao, what if he grows up in the future and can really become an official? Who can deny what if?

The next day, the second fool was ruthless, carried the bag of offal, and found the village teacher to ask him to help choose the name of the child.

When he went to Bai Xiucai's house, he was having breakfast, and the meal was very simple, red bean porridge, steamed steamed buns, pickled vegetables and shredded radish, which were just short of meat.

This Bai Xiu is a particular person, after eating, he took a little dry tea in his mouth, chewed it for a long time, and then spit it out to eliminate the smell in his mouth. Then, I talked to the second fool. But it's also far away.

These two fools are usually stupid and stunned, but they have finally been smart once in their lives. The person he admires the most in his life is the Qingtian lord in the county, who can determine life and death when he knocks on the wood. In addition, one is Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai is the only talent in the village, he looks like a white strip in the river, his bones are as thin as fish bones, and his flesh is as tender as fish maw. All the books he has read, you read the last sentence, and he memorizes the next sentence, this ability is said to be only available to Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty. Of course, there are only a handful of people in the village who can study, so there is no way to completely verify it. For the villagers, when they spoke and wrote letters to him, they were written and written, and no one did not admire him.

He not only has fame, knowledge, but also immortality.

One year, when the sky was cloudless and the sun was blazing, every household was drying new wheat in the threshing field, and everywhere was dry dust, and people's throats and eyes were so dry that they wanted to drink in the trough like mules and horses. Mr. Bai wore a raincoat and rain boots and walked around the village alleys several times, and the croppers who hid in the shade of the trees laughed at him for being nervous, afraid that reading would burn his brain, and he would look foreign in broad daylight.

The children followed Mr. Bai and coaxed him to play. Mr. Bai was not angry, nor did he defend anything, he went to take a nap when he returned home, and his wife also laughed at him The more he read, the more confused he became, and he couldn't even tell the difference between sunny and rainy days. He didn't say anything, squinted his eyes and went to sleep. It didn't take long for a sudden strong wind to blow, a layer of dark clouds drifted through, and in an instant it rained heavily, and the threshing floor was suddenly covered with yellow mud soup, and many people's wheat was soaked. Only then did everyone know that Mr. Bai was not a nerd, but a living Zhuge who knew astronomy and geography, and a fairy who was a fairy.

These two fools didn't dare to make a mistake in front of Mr. Bai, and respectfully said the reason.

Mr. Bai didn't say anything, and sighed: "A small change in ten years, a medium change in sixty years, and a big change in one hundred and eighty years. In the previous year, a comet appeared in the east, several zhang long and a few feet wide, and then a meteor rained down, and it took three days to stop; Last year, the comet came out again, and it was too daylight. In April this year, I saw the combination of the sun and the moon again, and the five stars were aligned. In the past few years, disasters have been frequent, such as floods, droughts, and locusts, and last year's locust plague was unprecedented. All this shows that the world is going to be in chaos.

Bai Xiucai said meaningfully: "I'd rather be a peaceful dog than a chaotic person, I still hope that the world will be peaceful and the country will be forever prosperous."

Mrs. Xiucai had already prepared a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, Bai Xiucai frowned, thought about it, and wrote two words: "Yongchang".

The second fool didn't know how to read, but he learned a sound anyway and knew how to pronounce it. As if he had received a holy decree, he happily took the two words written by Mr. Bai home.

He looked at the little guy who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and fell asleep in a daze, and he didn't know what kind of dreams he had, and what was full of screen in front of him was not a woman's breasts, thighs, and bare buttocks, but the poor cow was screaming in pain, and there was blood and minced flesh everywhere, and he was so frightened that he woke up, extremely sad.

It is in response to the words of later generations: why do I often have tears in my eyes, because I love the cow deeply.