(Cat flutter Chinese) () How can an adult believe the words of a small child?

Zhong Kui didn't dare to tremble under his father's majestic eyes, so he pouted and took out the bowl of boiled sweet potatoes from the pot.

Seeing that his father's face was not good-looking, Zhong Kui, who picked up the wooden chopsticks, his eyes fell on the fragrant, sweet and greasy sweet potatoes, and he wondered how to make his father happy.

With bony eyes, staring at the big bowl of Yan Thin Ring Fat, Zhong Kui pursed his lips and smiled. looked at his father, picked up chopsticks and grabbed the largest and fattest sweet potato and gave it to him in a bowl and said, "Dad, you work hard, you eat this fat." ”

Hearing Zhong Kui's words, and then looking at the sweet potatoes in the bowl, Zhong Mingfa smiled bitterly: "This is obviously a sweet potato, what is the difference between obesity?" ”

Zhong Kui smiled and put the smallest sweet potato in the bowl, put it in his bowl, and then said to his father: "Dad, I am small, so I eat thin ones." ”

Zhong Mingfa put the sweet potato into his mouth, and said in his heart: This sweet potato is no different from Pingrì, why does this child give fat and thin? When the idea came to him, he asked, "What's fat?" And what is skinny? ”

Zhong Kui showed a shallow cunning look on his face, made a very fragrant appearance, and explained to his father while chewing: "The fat is fat, and the thin is the ribs." ”

"Ha~ha~ I really have yours. An ordinary sweet potato has become a treasure in your eyes. Zhong Ming said with a happy smile. Because of the child's humor and filial piety, the yīn haze on his face was suddenly swept away.

Just when the two fathers and sons were eating hard, there was a sudden sound of drums beating like 'bang~bang' from the wooden door, followed by a shout "Master Zhong, please help." ”

Zhong Mingfa had just put half of the sweet potato into his mouth, when he was choked in his throat by the movement coming from the door of the room. Choked so much that he kept rolling his eyes, so frightened that Zhong Kui hurriedly brought a glass of water and took a big sip before putting the sweet potato into the feeding tube.

Zhong Kui wiped his father's back vigorously, and his little heart was beating in fright. The guy at the door of the house naturally didn't know about the accident that happened in the house, and he was still stubbornly banging on the wooden door.

Zhong Mingfa, who was relieved, scolded loudly: "Roll the calf, who is yelling at the door?" almost didn't choke Lao Tzu to death. As he spoke, he got up and walked to the door. The 'creak' of pulling the door was harsh at night. When he opened the door, he saw that the man who had come was the man who had come to kill the swineherd in the afternoon.

"Master Zhong......" The visitor stammered and shouted after the door opened.

"Your uncle has passed?" Zhong Mingfa glanced at the other party angrily and said casually. Before waiting for the other party to answer, he said again: "It's a good thing that it's passed." ”

Zhong Kui, who was washing the dishes, knew that what his father said was in the past, that is, he meant to die. It's a matter between adults, and it doesn't seem to have much to do with him, and he doesn't bother to ask.

At first, the man's head was like a chicken pecking rice, and then he shook his head like a rattle.

Seeing that this guy was a little confused, Zhong Ming was anxious, and he wanted to close the door with his hand on the door.

When the man saw the other party's actions, it was undoubtedly a silent eviction order. I didn't know how to explain what happened for a while. After holding it for a long time, he said, "Master Zhong, give me an idea!" My uncle suddenly went insane, picked up his pig-killing knife, and wanted to kill ......"

Zhong Mingfa's face gives people a cold look, but his heart is hotter than anyone else, and his love to help is known to his neighbors. Otherwise, the people in the village would respect him and be jealous of him, and they would not dare to provoke him.

At first glance, I heard the other party say that the swineherd who was lying in bed for more than half a month actually got up and took a knife to kill. No matter how hard-hearted Zhong Mingfa is, he can't stand idly by.

The man flashed out to the door, and a word came out of his throat: "Go." So he strode towards the village to the south. Although the man was young, he couldn't outrun Zhong Mingfa, so he could only pant and follow closely behind.

Zhong Kui seemed to be used to his father going out at night, and after they left, he went straight to cover the door. Holding a herringbone branch pulled from the tree in the afternoon, he played with it.

The swineherd is the only butcher in the village, not only killing pigs but also sheep and cattle. As the saying goes, there is no business without jiān, and he sells meat without weighing catties, and he generally uses his eyesight to estimate. Not only is it short and two, but it also traps people.

People eat everything with one mouth, and their favorite food is pork. Therefore, pork is indispensable, but it is limited to those who have money to buy it and those who don't have money to buy it, so they have to pay on credit. People with conditions are all imported with meat and three meals. For poor families, eating meat once every three or five months is considered good.

Saying goes; The evil ghost was afraid of the barbarian duangong, and the Yan butcher did not dare to provoke strange people like Zhong Mingfa. I just like to trick those who come to him on credit, and they haven't paid for half a year in arrears. Or buy half a catty of pork, go home and chop it into minced pieces, put it in corn paste to boil, the family sits around the table, and there is minced meat in a large pot of corn paste, so that the whole family can get the minced meat into the mouth of the poor family.

As soon as the Yan butcher saw these people coming, he picked up a sharp knife and removed the meat. Hand it to the man who bought the meat, a few meat bones, and there was still a little shredded meat on the meat bones.

"This~ Master Yan, I owe you money, change it to make it up for you, will you draw me a piece of Baolai meat today?"

"Go~" Yan Butcher took the money, threw the bones into the bamboo basket, and sat down on the stool with his fat buttocks, so he didn't bother to deal with the buyer who had been stunned and didn't leave.

Yan Butcher also has a generous time, that is, if he sees a slightly more elegant woman passing by the butcher shop, he shouts loudly: "Come on, fresh pork." In order to attract the attention of different xìng. If the woman is attracted by his shouting, and a pound of pork is done, he will touch the woman's house at night and steal the fish.

Yan Butcher's illness was that he jumped off a high wall and fell to the root of the disease, and then caused other diseases to strike, so it was half a month of death.

Yan Butcher is about to pass, and the people in the village are happy, and the happy villagers are the villagers who have been tricked by this girl. There are also those who are worried, and the one who is worried is that the Yan butcher is dead, and there will be no pork to eat in the future.

But the biggest reason is still in the Yan butcher, the root cause of the accident. Zhong Mingfa rarely chews these irrelevant with people, and his words are like a toothless mouth, which is not reliable. But if it comes out of a certain place, whether you like to listen to it or not, it will slip into your ears like the wind.

The words that floated into Zhong Mingfa's ears; Yan Butcher is a ghost, he hooks up with a woman, and ends up stealing fishy. After climbing over the high wall, he found that the high wall was full of cemeteries, so he was so frightened that he ran for his life, and fell his femur when he fell off the high wall.

At this moment, whether Yan Butcher is right or wrong, it doesn't seem to matter at this moment, what matters. When Zhong Mingfa entered the house, Yan Butcher raised the boning knife and stabbed him diagonally at him as he entered the house, running murderously.

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