"A thousand-mile journey to an anthill?" Qian Xiwu was drunk, but he knew that this was not right. He holds the barbecue in one hand and his knees in the other. He said, "I know that. A thousand miles, a journey. Beginning, under the feet. Qian Xiwu knew this, and he said: "Thousands of miles, a trip." Beginning, under the feet. ”

The butler was drunk and mispronounced the words. He shook his upper body. Say, "Foot." "Foot." The butler said two words.

Qian Xiwu was drunk, he listened, and the housekeeper seemed to be calling him. "Foot?"

The housekeeper listened to Qian Xiwu and said, "Yes, it's the foot, not the foot." A journey of a thousand miles. It starts with your feet. No. It starts with a single step. ”

"It starts with a single step." The steward said.

Qian Xiwu heard it, and the housekeeper was not calling him, but saying the phrase "a journey of a thousand miles".

Qian Xi held the barbecue in five hands, held his knees in the other, and looked at the ground.

Qian Xiwu's breath was sticky, and he looked at the ground. He said, "This man is called a foot." Why not under your feet? Isn't this foot and foot the same meaning? Why do you call a man a step, and not a step? Qian Xiwu spoke, holding the barbecue in one hand and holding his fist.

The butler is nibbling on barbecue. Listen to Qian Xiwu. He listened. Say, "Are your feet like words?" You. It is respect for people and land. Thou hast addressed men to thy feet. It is disrespectful to people and land. Address a man to his feet, not his feet. The butler shook his hand in front of him.

Qian Xiwu also knows this reason, but he doesn't understand, don't these feet and feet all mean the same thing? Feet, feet, all refer to one down.

Qian Xiwu's upper body swayed and gnawed on the meat. He said, "Don't you have the same meaning under your feet and under your feet?" It's all under one. Why, to call people feet, is to respect people, but not feet? ”

"It's not like a word under your feet. How nice it sounds. I've never heard of a person called a person under his feet. The housekeeper said, nibble on the meat and eat it.

"Feet, feet." Qian Xiwu gasped, leaned back, and lowered his knees. He sat down and said, "Feet, feet." This thing is weird. It's nice to call the foot, and it's elegant. It's not good to call your feet. Savages. ”

"Okay, okay, I sound like it's all about it." The housekeeper raised his hand and didn't let Qian Xiwu say any more. He roasted the meat in his hand. He said, "What about this barbecue, don't say anything, if you can't eat it." ”

"Okay, don't talk about it." The fifth general of Qianxi raised his hand holding the barbecue, and the other hand held the barbecue cutting, and he held it in both hands to eat.

Seeing that Qian Xiwu had eaten a few mouthfuls of meat, the housekeeper lowered his head and took a bite of the meat.

The brick kiln owner, with the shopkeeper, returned from the backyard to the front yard. The kiln owner was holding a jar, and the shopkeeper was holding a plate on which he had eaten the barbecue.

The two returned to the front of the hospital. The master of the kiln held the jar, picked it up, and motioned to the shopkeeper, saying, "Shopkeeper, you are busy, I will go back." ”

"No." The shopkeeper took the plate on which he was eating barbecue and motioned to the kiln owner to send him away.

"You're busy." The kiln owner picked up the jar, motioned to the family, and walked away.

"Uh-huh" the shopkeeper picked up the plate and gestured to the kiln owner.

The kiln owner smiled at the family and left with the jar in his hands.

The kiln owner came out of the collapsed house and came to the pile of bricks. Lao Xia was nearby, Lao Xia saw it, I don't know what the kiln owner is taking, the kiln owner is talking to people there He is moving bricks, he asked: "Kiln master, what are you taking?" ”

Lao Xia put the bricks on the pile of bricks and turned around to move the bricks.

"It's the sauce for the barbecue." The kiln owner said.

"Barbecue sauce, what barbecue sauce?" Lao Xia moved bricks in the car and asked the shopkeeper.

"That's it, when you grill meat, brush that sauce on the meat, barbecue sauce." The kiln owner returns.

"It's the sauce." Lao Xia will move the bricks and stack them on the pile of bricks. The kiln owner said: "Buy this barbecue sauce barbecue, stew him a big pot of horse meat tonight, and roast him fifty or sixty catties of horse meat tomorrow to eat, with bones." The kiln owner said: "Horse meat is cheap, two copper plates a catty, buy more, everyone can eat enough." ”

The owner of the kiln held the jar in both hands and went to the steward, who sat there and ate barbecue with the man. Look at the barbecue sauce jar in his hand, the kiln master will put him on the ground, and then find the ground to sit on himself.

The kiln owner looked at it and took a fancy to a place. That was where the steward had sit. The kiln owner hugged the jar and went to the place he fancied. When he reached the ground, the kiln owner put down the jar and sat down himself. Sit down and watch the butler and the man.

The kiln owner took out the box of dry tobacco rolls, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Cover the box and put the box back. I took out the fire fold and shook the lid and shook it, and the fire fold shook and there was fire. The kiln master lit a cigarette and closed the lid of the fire.

Spit out the smoke and look at the butler and the man.

The housekeeper and Qian Xiwu were almost finished, and the two of them gnawed on the meat to eat, and the barbecue was basically bones, and there was not much meat left.

The kiln master sat there smoking, and he put the fire fold back. Watch the two of them gnaw bones there. The kiln owner had not yet eaten dinner, and when he returned after unloading the bricks, he wanted to buy some steamed buns and go back to the brick kiln to eat with the workers.

Seeing the two of them eating, the kiln owner was also hungry. He said, "Oh, you are hungry." ”

The kiln owner smoked, and the two of them smelled the smoke, and the kiln owner went to sit there, and the two of them also saw it. Hearing this, the two of them went to see the kiln owner. The kiln owner said, "Unload the bricks and go back to buy some steamed buns to eat." ”

"What, you haven't eaten?" The housekeeper asked.

The kiln owner took a puff of cigarette and replied, "Eat the bricks after unloading." ”

"Didn't eat?" The housekeeper said.

"Nope." The kiln master replied, finished speaking, and took a puff of cigarette.

Look at the kiln master, the housekeeper and Qian Xiwu, gnawing on the bones. The kiln owner said, "Buy one hundred and twenty pounds of horse meat, and ask for bones, even bones and meat." Simmer a pot tonight and roast it tomorrow. ”

The butler looked back at the kiln owner's brick cart. He said, "Unload the bricks, and weigh you." ”

"What kind of meat is this, I heard that there is a village government here that sells meat, and it sells horse meat, two copper plates and a catty. Collapsed houses, still parked carriages? A middle-aged man dressed as a villager came to the meat cart, looked at the meat in the cart, and asked.

When the housekeeper heard this, he looked like a villager. He said: "That's horse meat, that's the meat sold by the village government, two copper plates and a catty." How much do you want, and I weigh you? ”

"Here it is." The villagers said. He said: "Give me a few catties of meat, fry green peppers to eat, and then steam some dipped in garlic sauce." ”

"Here we are." The housekeeper gnawed a few bites of the bones, and gnawed a few bites in a row, gnawing off the remaining bit of meat on it. The butler gnawed on the bone, threw it away, rubbed his oily hands and stood up. The housekeeper drank and was a little unsteady on his feet. He was wine-red, gasping for wine, and walked away. Asked: "How many catties do you want, is it all meat?" ”

The villagers saw that the housekeeper was displeased. One is that the housekeeper drank wine and was drunk; The second is the butler's hands, which are full of oil and dirty, he has just gnawed on the bones, and his hands are holding the bones and gnawing, and there must be spit on his hands.

The villagers looked at the housekeeper and said, "You cut the meat for me?" ”

"I'll cut." The butler patted his bulging money bag for selling horse meat.