The kiln owner went, Qian Xiwu, and the housekeeper all went to see it with drunkenness, and watched the kiln owner enter the collapsed house. The kiln owner was halfway through the collapsed house, and the two of them turned around and gnawed on the meat with drunken energy.

The workers of the brick kiln were unloading bricks and tiles, and the Erbao Zilong Shao, who helped, wore Lao Xia and the square-headed man to carry brick gloves to unload bricks. Moving the bricks down, Er Baozi praised: "This glove is good." ”

"yes, okay." Long Shao stacked bricks and looked at the gloves.

The gloves were given to people, and Lao Xia and the square-headed guy were empty-handed to carry bricks. Move bricks empty-handed for a while, and then grind your hands. Lao Xia didn't have anything on his face, he offered to borrow it. The square-headed guy looked uncomfortable, and he looked reluctant to move bricks.

The kiln owner walked into the courtyard, and the shopkeeper sat on the chair to nibble on the meat, and saw a man carrying a dry cigarette roll in his hand and carrying a package on his shoulder into the courtyard, and he asked, "What are you doing?" ”

The family asked, and the kiln owner took two steps and stopped. He looked at the questioner, took a puff of his cigarette, and said, "I am the owner of the brick kiln, and the brick is my land, and I pull the ground from my brick kiln." ”

"Huh? Are you the owner of a brick kiln? Which brick kiln owner are you, the one in the north of the village? The shopkeeper sat down on the chair and asked.

"It's that, the North Murakita brick kiln. The whole village is my family. "The kiln master returns. The kiln owner took two steps forward and smoked a cigarette.

"What's the matter with you?" The shopkeeper asked.

The man asked, and the kiln master asked, "Who are you, and I look like the master of this house?" ”

The shopkeeper replied, "I am the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper asked, "What's the matter with you?" ”

"You're the shopkeeper." The kiln owner took a puff of cigarette, and he said, "I heard that your family sells the sauce of barbecue, so I dipped it with a brush and brushed it on the barbecue?" ”

"Who do you listen to?" The shopkeeper asked.

"The man said the ground?" The kiln master turned sideways and pointed to the man sitting across from the butler, smoking a cigarette with one hand and the other. The shopkeeper looked and saw that it was the worker who was drinking with the butler. He asked, "Did he tell you the land?" ”

The kiln master replied: "He told me." ”

People are coming, others are telling. The shopkeeper thought about it, and he asked, "How much do you want to buy?" ”

The kiln owner put the cigarette to his mouth and said, "Then you should play, just enough to eat." Fifty or sixty pounds of meat. Why do you sell land, is it a jar? ”

When his sauce is sold for barbecue, he brushes it on the barbecue and sells barbecue, instead of taking out the sauce and selling the sauce alone. The sauce was made in a jar, which was as big as the stone stool, and there was a small half jar in it. If he sells it, he has to do it again. He said, "There is still some left of the jar in my house, and there is a small half jar. How much are you going to buy? ”

"Fifty or sixty catties of meat, how much can you see, is your jar enough?" The kiln owner asked.

"If you want to buy it, sell half of it. The other half is kept by my family. Fifty or sixty pounds of meat is enough for you to brush. The shopkeeper replied.

The kiln owner clenched his fist at the shopkeeper: "Deal." ”

When the shopkeeper saw it, he hugged his fist and saluted, and the barbecue was placed on the plate on his lap. He returned the salute and let go of his hand and asked, "Do you have anything to fill the floor?" ”

The kiln owner came by brick cart, and went to the village office with the village owner to get the money from selling bricks and tiles, not to buy the sauce for brushing meat, and he never thought of bringing the jar for sauce. He said, "No, do you have any floors in your house?" ”

"Fill the ground, and the small jar is poured. You've got to take this, though. The shopkeeper twisted his hand.

"This?" The kiln owner stretched out his hand and twisted it. The kiln owner knew what it meant, raised his hands, and clenched his fists towards the shopkeeper: "Deal." ”

"You want it now?" The shopkeeper wants to get up.

"Shopkeeper scoop it for me?" Seeing that the shopkeeper was about to get up, the kiln owner asked, holding his fists in both hands, and pinching the dry tobacco roll in his right hand, and the dry tobacco roll rose with green smoke.

He put the shopkeeper on his lap and got up. "Come with me." ”

"Trouble." The kiln owner hugged his fist at the shopkeeper, put down one hand and puffed the cigarette with the other hand to follow the shopkeeper.

The kiln owner went with the shopkeeper. The lady of the shopkeeper in the courtyard was sitting there eating barbecue, the two maids were eating barbecue, and the two family members were eating barbecue. They're eating barbecue, they're eating barbecue delicious.

The housekeeper and Qian Xiwu were both drunk, and Qian Xiwu said, "What's the way this barbecue is roasted, butler?" ”

"Okay, your barbecue is no worse than a barbecue seller." When the housekeeper said this, he remembered Qian Xiwulai, and he said: "To be given, the villagers who collapsed the house and built the house, you, the whole barbecue grill, sell the barbecue shop on the street." Barbecue is a thing that they all love to eat and can make money. ”

The butler gasped and nibbled on the barbecue.

After listening to the housekeeper's words, Qian Xiwu, who had been empty, seemed to have found an oil lamp and illuminated himself. I seem to have a direction and something to do. He slowly roasted the meat in his mouth, thinking, thinking about selling barbecue.

Looking at Qian Xiwu, the housekeeper said, "What's the matter, do you want to finish building a house and do barbecue?" ”

Qian Xiwu has a head, and the future has an oil lamp. After thinking about it, he said, "Butler, you are not human. ”

The housekeeper was stunned when he heard this, why was he scolded by Qian Xiwu? Qian Xi Wu said: "Butler, you are not a person, you are, I, Qian Xi Wu, you are my Qian Xi Wu." General Qian Xiwu pointed to his heart and said, "You are my Qian Xiwu, a burning oil lamp in front of me." You, have lit up my presence. ”

The housekeeper looked at Qian Xiwu and listened to him.

Qian Xiwu hiccuped and said, "Butler, I have to thank you." You have illuminated the way ahead for me. ”

"How can I illuminate you?" The housekeeper asked.

Qian Xiwu lifted the barbecue and said, "This." ”

The housekeeper looked at Qian Xiwu's undeserved barbecue and asked, "What is this?" The butler took his finger that was not straightened.

"It's a barbecue." Qian Xiwu said. He watched the housekeeper.

The housekeeper looked at the barbecue in front of him and said, "Is this still called barbecue?" ”

Qian Xiwu looked at the barbecue in his hand and said, "It's also called barbecue." ”

Qian Xiwu's upper body shook, and he said, "Butler, you showed me a way, a barbecue road." Butler, I built a house with you, so I got a barbecue grill and sold barbecue. When the time comes, you will come to my place and eat barbecue. You can eat it for free. ”

"Do you really want to do a barbecue?" The housekeeper asked.

"Dry. Dry barbecue and make money. Barbecue this thing, it's fragrant. Whoever smells it wants to eat, and after eating it, he still wants to take this bite. Qian Xiwu said.

The housekeeper looked at Qian Xiwu, moved the barbecue meat that was gnawed on his hand, and said, "You are going to become the shopkeeper." ”

Qian Xiwu is now a worker, a worker who works for the housekeeper. He built a house and worked as a servant for the housekeeper. He made a barbecue grill and sold barbecue on the street, selling barbecue, far from the shopkeeper. He looked at the shops on the street, all of them were two-story buildings, large courtyards, main houses, family members, and maids. That life is far away from him.

When he looked at the shops on the street, he inevitably found it difficult. Qian Xiwu looked down at the ground, and his upper body swayed. After looking at it for a while, Qian Xiwu said, "Can I be the shopkeeper?" On the street, selling a barbecue? ”

The butler nibbled on the barbecue, chewing in his mouth, looking at his unsightly barbecue. said: "There is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of those who have a heart." As long as you have the right heart, anything can be done. ”

The butler was drunk, and he said, "A thousand miles of travel are broken in an anthill, and everything must be accumulated step by step." Those thousand steps are all accumulated step by step. If you don't walk, if you don't move forward, how can you have a thousand steps? How can you get to the top of the mountain from the bottom of the mountain? Be a man who is not afraid of difficulties, understand? "The housekeeper finished talking and munched on the barbecue.