The dining table was cleaned up, and the maid wiped it clean. She stood up the table and set it aside. The dishes and chopsticks were also brushed by her, and the brushes were clean.

The housekeeper also stood up and asked the maid to put the stool aside, and the shopkeeper was standing, and it was not convenient for them to sit.

The housekeeper drank tea, rinsed his mouth with tea, gurgled and spit on the ground. Everyone was standing, but Fei Teng was squatting in front of the stove, and he was drinking porridge. The housekeeper said to the workers, "I will stop here for today's work, and you will come with me to the inn in a while, and I have asked the innkeeper to keep the room." ”

"The one who went outside the south gate hasn't come back yet, and when they come back, we'll drink him again at the inn." Qianxi Wudao.

"What, do you still want to drink?" The housekeeper wants to drink tea and look at Qian Xiwu.

"Drink some more and eat some good food." Qian Xiwu wanted to drink some more wine and eat something good in the evening.

After taking a sip of tea, the housekeeper said: "You didn't do a good job, when you go to the inn tonight, there is no wine and no good one, only a bowl of lo mein, a small bowl of lo mein." The housekeeper gave Qian Xiwu a bowl with his hand.

Several of them were full, and when they saw the big bowl of lo mein, they all said, "That bowl is too small?" ”

"Who's going to eat that big bowl?" Qianxi Wudao.

"If you can't do a good job, that's it, if you want to eat more, if you eat well, you have to do a good job. If you don't do a good job, I want to applaud you, it's impossible. The butler replied to him.

"That little bowl is too small, it's all work, can you eat enough?" He Bufan asked.

"Can't get enough to eat?" The housekeeper asked.

"Can you eat enough, they are all gentlemen, they are still working, it's okay if you don't work, you can't work. If you give that bit, you'll be hungry at night. He Bufan said.

After taking a sip of tea, the housekeeper said, "Then add another steamed bun, this time is enough, right?" ”

"Add a steamed bun, add a steamed bun, add a steamed bun may not be able to hug, two, two can be full. What if you had some more dishes? He Bufan said.

"Well, then I'll go back to the house first." The shopkeeper pointed to his house.

The "two" butler was about to speak, and when he looked at the shopkeeper, he said, "What, you want to go back to the house?" ”

"Go back to the house." This shopkeeper back. After speaking, the shopkeeper turned around and walked outside.

"That's not going to be delivered?" The housekeeper sent this shopkeeper.

It's like his home? The shopkeeper came out of the house and stopped, wanting to look back. He didn't look, stopped, and went to the house.

The shopkeeper left, and the housekeeper said to the workers: "Don't mess around with people's houses, you have to rest at the construction site, don't wander around in people's yards, and enter people's houses?" ”

"It's nothing, I have all eaten in the house." Qian Xiwu doesn't care about that.

"Pay attention to the influence, you are working for the village government, not for yourself. Do your own work, and I won't care about you. The housekeeper looked at the workers and said, "Don't stand in the kitchen if you're fine, go to the construction site, go to the construction site and sit." The butler let them hold out their hands to the door.

The housekeeper let him out, and Qian Xiwu looked at it and saw Fei Teng drinking porridge there.

"Let's go, don't stay in the house." The housekeeper looked at Fei Teng, didn't care about him, and let He Bufan, Qian Xiwu, and He Feng go out first. After finishing speaking, he walked out, and the housekeeper came out of the house, why not Fan Qian Xiwu and the three of them followed.

Fei Teng squatted down to look at his co-worker and scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.

The housekeepers and workers all went out, and Fei Teng raised his eyes to look at the family, "I'll go out after drinking the porridge." ”

The two didn't care what he was going out for, and responded politely to him without saying anything.

The maid was fine, except for the dishes and chopsticks of the worker with the wounded mouth, and the pot in which he had boiled rice. She said: "You finish eating, you can brush the dishes and chopsticks yourself, and put the pot away." ”

Fei Teng answered the maid twice and drank his porridge.

The maid went out and went back to her own house.

The two families had nothing to do, and the two discussed going to the thatched house.

The two of them went to the thatched house. In the kitchen, only Feyten remained. People go to the kitchen empty, it seems quiet, Fei Teng squatted there, looked at the kitchen of the shopkeeper's house, and looked at the top of the kitchen.

Fei Teng drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, and the porridge was left. He has a bad mouth and is not happy to drink porridge, and he has to drink the bottom of the porridge spoonful by spoonful. After drinking the porridge, he got up and stamped one foot, one leg numb. He put the dishes and chopsticks on the wall of the stove, pressed the lid of the pot with his hand against the wall, and scooped the porridge with a spoon inside.

Fei Teng scooped all the porridge in the pot, scooped the porridge, and his legs were relieved.

Fei Teng served the porridge and went to the stool to drink the porridge. Sit on a stool and drink, look in front of you, and look out.

The housekeeper brought the workers to the construction site, and he said, "You can find a place to sit on the construction site, and when they come back, they will take you to the inn, and when you are tired, go to the room and sleep." ”

When the workers were full of food and drink, they lazily looked for land to sit. That Qian Xiwu took off his shoes, dried his feet, and picked his socks with his hands. As soon as Qian Xiwu took off his shoes, it was the smell of stinky feet, stinky shoes, and stinky socks.

He Bufan sat two steps away from him, covering his mouth and nose: "Brother, are your feet smoked?" ”

He Feng sat three or four steps away, he covered his mouth and nose with his hands and said, "This foot smells quite big, and it smells like smoke here." ”

The housekeeper was looking at the cart and horse meat, looking at the street, and he also smelled the smell of Qian Xiwu's feet. Looking back, he covered his mouth and nose and said, "Can you leave your feet dry?" Odorous. ”

"It's comfortable to dry your feet." Qian Xi Wu looked at the housekeeper.

"You smell too much?" The housekeeper covered his mouth and nose with his hands and looked at Qian Xiwu's feet.

Qian Xiwu wanted to dry his feet, but he didn't like it, Qian Xiwu said: "I dry my feet, if you don't want to smell it, stay away, and then get close to me when I dry my feet." ”

He Bufan sat down far away, he thought, I won't go to you after you finish drying.

He Feng also sat far away, and he said in his heart, "Come and sit with me after you finish drying." ”

Qian Xi's feet stinked, the housekeeper covered his mouth and nose and took a few steps back, he looked at the workers, and turned to look at the horse meat. The horse meat has not been sold, and he has to continue to sell it.

When he got to the car, the butler picked up the knife that cut the meat and looked at the meat. The meat should still be able to sell some, if it can't be sold today, and if it is sold tomorrow, it should be delicious, and if it is flavorful, it will not be easy to sell. It's better to sell more today. The butler shouted, "Sell horse meat!" No matter what it is, two copper plates are a pound. Come and buy it, the quantity is limited, while supplies last! ”

The butler shouted for horse meat, and watched the people in the street shout.

"Selling horse meat, two copper plates a catty!"

There are people who eat dinner in the village, there are morning and evening, and there are people on the street, but there are not as many as before. The housekeeper shouted for a moment, and three or four people gathered in front of the car. One of the women asked, "What is your horse?" The woman asked, pressing the horse's meat with her hand.

"This is good horse meat, the village master just killed it, you look at the freshness, this is not bluffing." The steward asked the women to look at the horse meat.

"The village master killed, the village master killed the horse, what is this?" The woman asked, fiddling with her hands.

"It was killed by the village owner, this is the horse meat sold by the village government and sold to the villagers, otherwise it can't be so cheap." The housekeeper replied.

"What about two copper plates and a pound of horse meat?" A middle-aged man asked.

"Two copper plates and a catty, Tong Su is not bullied." The butler replied to him.