The old man told him all about the encounter with the thief in his house, and his dry throat made him a little uncomfortable. "Whose dry land is this?" The head catcher was a little surprised when he heard it, how is this like stealing chickens, isn't this revenge on people for ruining people?

The catchers were also surprised when they heard this, this thief stole something, and the traces left were a bit big.

The head catcher asked, "Where do you live?" ”

The old man replied: "In the west of the village, in the alley of the south of the west of the village." Closer to the West Gate. ”

"It's a long way off, why did you come here to find me?" After listening to the old man's reply, he asked the head.

"This is what I have to say, please catch the head for Lao Er, catch the thief, and chop him up, in order to relieve the anger and hatred in my heart." The old man's throat was dry, and his mouth was dry, as if he had walked around in the desert.

Since the case is answered, it is not good to put it aside from the headcatcher. He held the knife in his hand and said, "Your house is quite far away, I haven't eaten with the catchers yet, I see that your old man doesn't have any money, can you buy us some buns to eat?" ”

This old man is old, and spending money on others is like reducing his lifespan. He saved some money to buy some medicine or something when he was sick, and he could live longer. To spend money on people is to give people money for medicine. The money for this medicine is spent, what can I use to buy medicine when I am sick?

"Head catcher, the old man doesn't have any money, you are all from the government, and your salary is high, can you buy a few buns to eat?" The old man didn't have much money, so he replied.

Looking at the old man's dress, he doesn't look like a rich man, and rich people don't look like him. The catchers saw that this old man was a man who couldn't squeeze much oil. They didn't have much hope for the old man to buy buns.

Looking at the old man's appearance and listening to the old man's words, he knew that the old man couldn't come up with any money. "It's an errand that sweats and doesn't see money." Head catcher said. He said, "You can't give us any benefit, and when you're hungry, you have to pay for your own buns." ”

"Little old man, I don't have any money, you work well, do you have money?" The old man twisted his fingers at the headcatchers.

The old man didn't look like he was rich, the head catcher held the knife at his waist and said, "Forget it, work for nothing." Let's go to your house and see what traces the thief has left. ”

The old man said: "The traces are big, the thief who ruined my house is no longer what it looks like." ”

"What does that mark mean? I want a trace of who the thief is, to see if he leaves his name, to visit here or something. The head catcher replied.

"Can he keep that?" The old man didn't quite believe it.

There were some people gathered around the street, what was going on? The head catcher held the knife at his waist and wanted to leave, but when he saw the villagers blocking the way, he waved his arm to the front of his head: "It's all scattered!" ”

When the villagers saw it, the village officials were not easy to mess with, and there were knives, so they all retreated and got out of the way. Although he got out of the way, he did not disperse.

"Let's go!" The headcatcher wants to go to the old man's house to see how his house is doing.

Catch the head and go, and catch the fast is called the old man. The old man did not hesitate, and immediately followed the head catchers.

After walking twenty or thirty steps down the street, the headcatchers and catchers stopped. The tiger said: "Catch the head, let's walk on the street, what should we do if we encounter something?" ”

"Let's go, there's an alley, let's go to his house." The head catcher saw an alley not far away. After speaking, they took the catchers and the old man and went straight to the alley.

The alley is in the west of the street, and the old man who catches the head and catches the fast man, enters the alley, and walks to the old man's house.

The housekeeper rode his horse fast, went to the shop in the west of the road to see, the sun was gone, the sun was behind the shop, encountered the alley, only to see the sun sprinkled with golden light on the villagers' bungalows, and there were fewer people on the street.

The housekeeper went straight all the way, and there was no accident on the road, and when he arrived at Lao Dena, he saw that Lao De's chair was still there, and Lao De stood downstairs in his house, looking up at the window on the second floor.

"What are you looking at?" The butler said in his heart, and he slowed down his horse in front of the cross street.

Lao De was staring at the window, looking at his daughter-in-law. His daughter-in-law was not in front of the window, but in bed, in a complicated mood, she was angry with Lao De. Lao De was wearing a pair of shoes on his feet, and he put on his feet the shoes that he had thrown away from his daughter-in-law.

The butler rode by, and he didn't think about it, just stared at the window on the second floor.

The butler crossed the cross street before speeding up his horse.

The workers were not far away, and after crossing the cross street, the whip horses arrived.

At the construction site, Fei Teng sat in the yard and looked at the horse meat outside, and when someone on the street looked at the horse meat, he shouted, "That's not my horse meat, it's the village owner's horse meat, don't move yet, wait for the housekeeper to come back." ”

After listening to the horse meat, some didn't understand what he was saying?

The one who looked at the horsemeat took a look and left.

People who look at horse meat are not only people on the streets, but also people who work in collapsed houses. Qian Xiwu, He Bufan, and He Feng all went to see it. When they went to see the horse meat, Fei Teng shouted, "Well, that's the village master's horse meat." He shouted and got up from his chair.

That Qian Xiwu looked at the horse meat and said, "How good is this horse meat for me to roast and eat?" ”

Fei Teng stood two steps away in front of the chair, and he said, "The village master's horse meat, you want to roast and eat it, wait for him to come back." See if he's willing or not. ”

Qian Wu returned to the construction site, picked up the hammer and worked lazily, and said, "The village master..." When Qian Xiwu said this, he didn't know what to say next?

Then why not go and look at the horse meat, Fei Teng also stood up, took two steps forward, and shouted: "That's the horse meat of the village master." After shouting, he looked at He Bufan.

Then He Bufan said: "This horse meat is really good to eat roasted." ”

He returned to the collapsed house, and like Qian Xiwu, he was lazy to work, and he said, "When the village master comes back, can you ask him for some horse meat?" ”

That Qian Xiwuyi held a hammer in one hand, and spat on the tiger's mouth with one hand, and asked, "What do you want horse meat, roast and eat?" Can the village owner give it to you? ”

He Bufan just said that he wanted to work and was tired, so he wanted some horse meat to eat. I'm just worried that the village owner won't give it. He replied: "The village master can't give it." ”

Na Hefeng went to see the horse meat, and Fei Teng also got up from his chair, and he shouted, "Hey, that's the horse meat of the village master?" ”

He Feng looked at the horse meat and asked, "Will the village master roast our horse meat and eat it?" ”

Na Fei Teng said: "I want to eat, when the village master comes back, you ask, I am showing him horse meat." ”

He Feng returned to the collapsed house, and worked a little faster than Qian Xiwu He Bufan.

The village supervisor's family left, leaving the workers to themselves. He shouted at the workers to work, and the workers listened, standing lazy and lazy, and perfunctory themselves. The shopkeeper shouted a few times and stopped shouting, sat down, and watched them perfunctory.

His family is more diligent, and his work is decent.

He had also gone to see the horse meat, walked past his own ruined house, did not want to see the workers at work, walked past the houses that had been made by monsters and workers to look completely different from houses.

He walked to the carriage to look at the horse meat, and the man who had completely knocked out the teeth in his front mouth and had swollen lips like a prosthetic mouth got up from his chair and shouted to him, "Well, that's the horse meat of the village master?" ”

He looked back, and the man looked at him and took two steps forward.