"Whose house is that old lady?" The soldier who was the first to speak asked himself. The three soldiers have all seen the old lady, and they don't know who his grandfather is? I didn't dare to mess with her when I saw her on weekdays.

The second soldier who spoke said, "Then old lady, how did you provoke her, why did she beat you?" ”

The soldier replied: "They blocked the gate, and I didn't speak politely to them." The soldier said, "I was driving the carriage, and the carriage was running fast, but she didn't catch up." ”

"Hmm!" At this time, the village lord, who was snoring, turned around and lay on his side, and his hand holding the grass was dragged by him. Gradually, gradually, the grass slipped out of his hands.

At this time, the village lord woke up, and he raised his head with a hum.

"Ahh He rubbed his red eyes and sat up.

Hands on both legs. The village lord said, "I'm asleep." He rubbed his eyes and let out a long breath. He was a lot more sober. Look at two places. See the horse-drawn carriage. Look at the soldiers. There were four soldiers.

"Why don't you call me when the carriage comes?" The village lord said. He stood up on crutches with one hand. He spanked, stomped his feet, shook his arms back and forth, and twisted his waist.

The village lord grabbed it with both hands and stretched his waist upward. He's making himself spiritual.

The village owner stretched his waist and breathed a long sigh of relief, and he was in a lot of energy.

He shook his arms back and forth and took two steps towards the soldier. He said, "This, load the horse into the wagon, pull it back to the village, slaughter it and sell it." Sold it, and returned the money for veterinary medicine. The rest will be handed over to the village office. ”

The village lord thought for a moment and said, "I can't hand it over to you to sell, let the housekeeper sell it, he is building a house when it collapses." It faced the street, and he was building a house and selling horse meat. Kill horses there, and sell meat. ”

"Get up, and load your horses into your chariots. Sleepier than me. ”

The soldiers stood up from the tree and looked at the wounded horses and carriages.

The village lord said, "Go, put the horse in the cart." The village master was the first to go to the wounded horse and carriage.

When the soldiers saw this, they all immediately followed.

When they came to the wounded horse, the horse neighed twice. The horse seemed to feel that something was wrong.

The poor old horse, who did not understand human language, did not know that he was about to be dragged out into the street, slaughtered and bloodied, and dismantled into eight pieces, and became a delicacy on the table.

The village lord said, "Lift, the four of you carry it together." ”

A horse is not light, it has to be more than 2,000 catties. He had to carry four people, and one of them had to carry five hundred pounds. Four soldiers, standing at the four corners of the horse. The soldier who dropped the knife stretched out his hand and lifted the tail of his horse, and said, "How?" ”

The village lord said: "You four people carry a corner, carry." You put the butt, he carries three feet, he carries one injured leg, you put the horse's shoulder. The village lord pointed at them.

"It's the village owner." The four soldiers responded and bent down to carry it.

They carried the horses according to the village master's words, and each person scored five hundred pounds. And they were so energetic that they moved their horses. It only moved, but it didn't lift the horse.

"Oops!" The four men lifted the horse with all their might, and their faces were so red that they couldn't lift it. "No, no, no!" The soldier who dropped the knife lowered the horse's butt first.

One person lets go, and the other three let go at the same time.

The soldier looked at the horse and said, "Why is this horse so sinking?" ”

The four soldiers did not lift up, and the village lord looked at them and the horses. "You four can't even lift a horse?" ”

The soldier who dropped the knife looked at the horse and asked the three soldiers: "How many catties does this horse have?" ”

The soldier who was the first to speak replied: "I think this horse has to weigh about 2,000 catties." The horse is big and fat. I don't run much on weekdays, and I just feed the forage. ”

"Two thousand pounds?" The soldier who dropped the knife said, "So, we have to carry five hundred catties by ourselves." More than five hundred? ”

The second speaking soldier said: "It's not good, five hundred catties, that has to be carried by Wu Dalang and his brother." Wu Song. ”

The third speaking soldier said, "Wu Song, one person can get a horse into a carriage." ”

The first soldier to speak said: "How many of us are not Wu Song, we have to think of a way?" What's the matter, just the four of us? The soldier finished and looked at the village master.

When the other three soldiers saw it, they also looked at the village owner.

The village lord saw that the soldiers looked at him. He asked, "What are you looking at me for?" ”

Four people couldn't lift it, and five people were happy. The soldier who dropped the knife said, "Village, village master, why don't we five of us carry it down and try it?" ”

The soldier let himself be carried too? He looked around, and only he could help them. He straightened his chest and asked, "Let's carry five of us, how many catties do we have for each person?" ”

The soldier who dropped the knife counted with his fingers and said, "The village master, it seems that one person is four hundred catties." ”

"Four hundred pounds per person?" When the village lord heard this, he felt that the five people could not lift it.

This can't be lifted, you have to try to know. The village owner asked, "Let's try it for the five of us?" ”

The soldier who dropped the knife said: "Village master, it seems that the five of us can't lift it?" ”

"Four hundred pounds for one person. It's hard to lift. The first to speak said the soldier.

The village lord stretched out his arm, tugged at his sleeve, and said, "Come and try, let's five of us carry it." ”

The village lord bent down and prepared to lift his horse's head.

"Village master, are we really five of us? Are you the village owner, or will you let the four of us come? Don't you wear you out? The knife-dropping soldier said.

"I'm not tired." The village lord bent down to take the horse's head.

The four soldiers looked at each other and asked the village owner to help, they all couldn't bear it, this is the village owner, if they are tired, what will the village owner do with them later? They bent down and took the horses, but they didn't really want to lift them.

The village lord ordered: "Lift, see if you can lift." ”

The village lord spoke a little loudly, and the four soldiers did not dare not lift it. The four of them were still the same as before, the two of them put their horses' shoulders and buttocks, and the two of them carried three tied legs and one injured leg.

The village lord held the horse's head, put his hands hard, and said, "Come and lift, one, two, three." ”

The five men worked together to lift the horses. The horse weighed two thousand pounds, and one person carried four hundred pounds. With the body of the five of them, it is difficult for one person to carry a 100-pound sack, how can he lift 400 pounds?

His faces were flushed, and the tiny tendons on his neck were exposed. They lifted the horse, with its head up and its feet down. With all their might, the horse's belly was still close to the ground, and it had not risen a minute.

The village lord put his horse's head down and took two steps back. Whew-hoop gasped for breath. He has Venus in his eyes, and if he lifts it for a while, he will probably have to lie down.

The village lord shook his horse's head, and the soldiers couldn't lift it anymore, so they took a step back.

The soldier who dropped the knife took another step, clutched his chest and said, "No, five people can't lift it." ”

The other three soldiers were tired and panting, and the first soldier to speak covered his stomach and said, "This horse is too heavy, and the five people can't lift it." ”

The two soldiers, both clasping their waists with their hands, panted and looked at the horses, but did not speak.

The horse didn't lift up, so we had to find a way. The village lord asked, "Do you have any way to carry the horses into the cart?" ”

Soldiers, you look at me, I look at you. They were all at a loss. There are only five people in this forest, and five people can't lift it, so what else can they do?

Seeing that the soldiers couldn't help it, the village lord asked, "Have you come up with a way?" ”

The four soldiers looked at each other, shook their heads, and replied, "No." ”