Qianxi five barbecue, heard the housekeeper mention the village owner. He said: "The village owner and the housekeeper go to the brick kiln, how many bricks and how many tiles do they buy? The housekeeper returned first, but the village owner did not return. ”

The housekeeper said, "I bought 55,000 bricks and 5,005 tiles." I'm coming back to order food for you, or I'll stay and come back with the village master in the brick kiln." ”

Qian Xiwu flipped the horse meat on the stove and said: "Fifty-five thousand bricks and five and five tiles, there are a lot of bricks to buy, and there are few tiles to buy, why is it only five thousand-five?" ”

"When building a house, tiles are not as useful as bricks." The housekeeper replied.

"There is not as much land as bricks?" Qianxi five sentences.

Looking at the house in the courtyard, the housekeeper said, "Look at that tile, are there many bricks?" ”

Qian Xiwu saw that the tile was only built on the roof, and the brick walls were on all sides, and the brick walls were not built with a layer of bricks. There should be more bricks than tiles.

Qian Xi Wudao: "There should be more bricks than tiles." ”

"When building a house, there are more bricks than tiles. Unless the wall is nailed to the boards, which is not the brick. The butler said.

Qian Xiwu looked at the house, the shopkeeper's house, and the house next door. After that, he turned back to roast his flesh and flipped it upside down. The meat is full of aroma.

The outside of the meat has been roasted, I don't know what is inside, the smell of barbecue is overflowing, Qian Xiwu wants to cut some outside to eat. He took the knife, and it cut the flesh and stirred the coals, and it looked dirty. Qian Xiwu said: "Can this knife cut meat and eat it?" ”

The outside can already be cut and eaten, Qian Xiwu said, and the housekeeper also wants to eat. He looked at the knife and said, "Roast it over charcoal, roast it, and then cut the meat." ”

Qian Xiwu looked at the knife in his hand and listened to the housekeeper, he inserted the knife into the charcoal fire and roasted the blade of the knife.

After baking the knife, Qian Xiwu pulled out the knife, and the tip of the knife was already red. The knife has been roasted red, and there is no problem in cutting the meat and eating, so Qian Xiwu will cut the meat with the knife, and cut the insert with one hand and the other hand.

Qian Xiwu cut off a piece and tasted it himself. Chewing into his mouth, Qian Xiwu felt that it was delicious, the authentic barbecue taste, and he said, "It's delicious." ”

Seeing Qian Xiwu eating, the housekeeper couldn't help it, he reached out and took the knife in Qian Xiwu's hand: "Give it to me, I'll cut some to eat." The butler took the knife and stretched out it to cut the flesh on the stove.

The housekeeper cuts a piece of meat and eats it by blowing it. As soon as he ate it, it was delicious, and he also said: "It's delicious"

The housekeeper went to cut it again, and he didn't have enough to eat a piece.

The housekeeper cut a few pieces in a row to eat, but Qian Xiwu was already hungry, so he snatched the knife and immediately went to cut the meat to eat. Qianxi cut a few pieces to eat on May Day, and the housekeeper said: "Roast it again, completely roast it, let's take it and gnaw it." ”

Qian Xiwu chewed meat in his mouth and snorted twice. Eating it in his mouth was considered to be satisfying, and Qian Xiwu flipped the horse meat. Look at the courtyard, there is no food in the courtyard, and it is still roasting.

The housekeeper looked at the courtyard, the two of them were roasting, brushing the material on it, and smoking out green smoke. The shopkeeper and his wife were still seated, and the maid stood beside his wife. When the shopkeeper saw that the butler was looking at him, he shouted to the butler, "Butler, are you almost all right?" ”

The butler heard the shout and replied, "It's almost there."

"The meat is big, bake it a little longer." The shopkeeper shouted.

"Yes," shouted the butler.

The village lord was already on the village street, sitting in the first car. Five carriages, each with a brick kiln man driving the carriage. The first car was Lao Xia, who was feeding the horses, and the village owner was in the same car as him. There were two people sitting in the latter car, one was a square-headed man who drove the car, and the other was the owner of the brick kiln.

The kiln master put on his clothes and brought a package with money on his back. The package had been handled by him, and he couldn't see the edges and corners with the money. The brick kiln man only drove the car, Lao Xia and the kiln owner were wearing clothes, and the others were shirtless as if they were in the brick kiln.

The village owner had not eaten, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger. The horses pulling the cart are two horses pulling, fast.

It's almost time to cross the street, and the village lord is looking ahead.

The village lord pointed to the front and said to Lao Xia: "Stop at the cross street, I will go to the village with the kiln owner, and you will directly pull the car to the south of the cross street, where the collapsed house is." The steward should be there, and the steward will greet you. ”

The old Xia drove the carriage, grabbed the horse whip with the horse rope in one hand, pointed forward with the other hand, and said: "Stop at the cross street in front, you and the kiln master go to the village office, we go south to the cross street, where the housekeeper should be, and the housekeeper greets us?" ”

The village lord replied: "Yes, stop at the cross street in front, I will go to the village with the kiln owner, you directly pull the car to the south of the cross street, where the house collapsed, the housekeeper should be there, and the housekeeper will greet you." ”

Lao Xia took the horsewhip in his other hand, and he replied: "Ah, I know." ”

The two horse-drawn carts walked fast, and in a short time, they saw the cross street, and saw the east and west sides of the cross street, and the cross street was in front of them in the blink of an eye. The village lord said, "Stop at the cross street." ”

Lao Xia snorted and knocked the horsewhip off the horse.

There are not as many people in the cross street as there were when the village owner came, and everyone should go home and go home for dinner. The village owner saw Lao De, the chair on which Lao De was sitting. Lao De squatted in front of the corner of the east side of his private school, with his arms on his knees, looking as if something was going on.

Lao De squatted in the corner of the wall, looking at the ground without worrying about people, and did not see the village owner.

Lao Xia drove the carriage to stop at the cross street, and the car behind also stopped. Lao Xia said: "Village master, the cross street has arrived." He looked at the village owner.

The village owner got out of the car and looked back at the kiln owner. When the cross street arrived, the kiln owner got out of the car. Seeing the kiln owner get out of the car, the village owner said: "Go to the village office, and ask your workers to pull the bricks and tiles to the south of the cross street, where the house may be destroyed, and the housekeeper may be there." ”

The kiln owner shouted to the workers, "You have unloaded the bricks, go back, and wait for me in the cross street." If I go to Cross Street first, I'll wait for you. ”

"Go to the kiln master." That old Xia shouted.

"Let's go, village master." Kiln main road.

The village owner walks, the kiln owner goes, and they all go to the village office. The two walked together, the village lord looked at the old man, the old man squatted with his head down, looked at him weakly, and the village owner said, "What's wrong with the old man?" ”

The kiln owner looked there and saw the man squatting, I don't know what?

The two walked and walked through the north and south of the cross street, and they couldn't see Lao De. The two went straight to the village office.

The kiln owner and the village owner walked, and Lao Xia whipped the carriage and went straight to the south of the cross street to destroy the house. One by one, the carriages crossed the cross street and headed straight for the collapsed houses.

The old man squatted there, in mixed feelings, for her wife ignored him. He didn't know what to do, he was in a daze.

The village owner took the brick kiln owner and went straight to the village office, and when he arrived in front of the village office, the village owner went inside, and the soldiers in front of the village all stood up and shouted: "Village master! The kiln master followed the village master inside, and the soldiers in front of him reached out to stop him, and they all said, "What are you doing!" ”

The kiln owner was stopped and pushed back by the Yaqian soldiers, and he said, "I'm here to get money from the village owner?" ”

"Stand back! Back off! This is the village office, don't get close! "The soldiers in front of the government all pushed him.

The village lord turned around and said, "Let him come in, let him wait in the yamen." ”

The village lord spoke, and the soldiers in front of the yamen all moved to both sides to make way for this person.