"Nie Zhutou, all officials, it's early!"

"Morning!"

Walking on the street in the early morning, pedestrians are greeting each other warmly, which makes the five people feel extremely useful.

"When did we ever have this kind of treatment?" , Shi Yuning said with great pride.

"Isn't it because of our tiger heads?" , Mao Guangjian said happily.

"Let's go, let's go for morning tea!" , Nie Xiaohu waved his hand, and the five of them found a nearby morning tea shop, went in and sat down.

"Huh, isn't this Nie Shenzhu?" A young man who was drinking morning tea in the store walked over.

"Good morning, everybody!"

"Morning!"

"Nie Shenzhuo, under Wang Zhiyue, I have something I want to ask you to help give an idea."

"What's the matter?" , Nie Xiaohu's brows were furrowed.

"It's not a big deal, it's like this, we show talents, we come here every morning for morning tea."

Wang Zhiyue pointed to a few young people at the table next to him and said: "But we have a person here, named Chen Guohui, who has studied hard for several years, and he hasn't even been admitted to the show, but now people are a little nervous, every time we get together to chat, he will come over to listen, no matter what topic we talk about, he shakes his head and says, 'light and tasteless, light and tasteless', which makes our interest disappear all of a sudden, and we are very troubled about this, and we can't drive him away, Nie Shenzhuo, you give me an idea!" After Wang Zhiyue finished speaking, he looked at Nie Xiaohu with an expectant expression.

"That's it", Nie Xiaohu thought for a while, and then said with a smile, "It's simple, he'll come back later, you just do it......"

"Haha! High! It's really high! Wang Zhiyue returned to his table and sat down contentedly, chatting with his friends.

Sure enough, after a while, a young man dressed in a showy costume walked in with a folding fan in his hand, and Wang Zhiyue and several of his friends showed a bored expression on their faces when they saw this person.

"Hey, I said a few brothers, I'll tell you something", Wang Zhiyue deliberately raised his voice.

"What's the matter?" , Several people put their heads together, and Chen Guohui also shook the folding fan and came over.

"Yesterday, I went to the market, bought two large bags of salt, on the way back suddenly anxious, there happened to be a toilet on the side of the road, I hurried in, but when I finished solving the problem and got up, I accidentally dropped a bag of salt into the pit."

"And then?" , several people asked.

"That's it, that's it."

"Light, light and tasteless, light and tasteless", Chen Guohui said after listening, shaking his head.

"Thin?" , Wang Zhiyue squinted at Chen Guohui, and asked in a weird manner: "If you are too light, then I will put that bag in again?" ”

Several people were stunned for a moment, then reacted, and they couldn't help laughing, even Shi Yuning, who was sitting next to him, didn't swallow a sip of tea, and squirted out of his two nostrils.

"Boring!" , Chen Guohui was so angry that he closed the folding fan in his hand and turned to leave.

"Thank you, Nie Shenzhuo!" , Wang Zhiyue arched his hand towards Nie Xiaohu.

"If you can't manage a warehouse, a good barrel of oil will be ruined by you, and your salary will be deducted this month!"

Suddenly, there was an angry shouting from the next store, followed by a burst of crying.

"What's wrong?" , Nie Xiaohu stood up with a frown.

The five of them came to the front of the shop next door, this is a small restaurant, the owner of the shop is angrily scolding a young man, the scolded young man is only fifteen or sixteen years old, is standing there hiding his face and crying, and there is another fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man is standing by and watching, seems to be a little gloating.

"What's wrong, it's been yelling early in the morning?" , Nie Xiaohu walked into the store and asked.

"Alas, it turned out to be Nie Shenzhuo, rare guest! Rare guests! The shopkeeper saw that it was Nie Xiaohu, and hurriedly changed his smiling face to say hello.

"I said something happened early in the morning, why is it so angry?"

"Alas! Don't mention it! The shopkeeper waved his hand.

"I opened the shop this morning, I just raised the fire, and when I saw that there was no oil in the oil pot, I asked Zhao San, who was running the hall, to find Lu Xin, who was in charge of the warehouse, to fill some oil, which Cheng wanted the oil to come, I opened it and saw that there was a sheep dung egg in the oil, I was so angry, a good barrel of oil, just let him spoil it, I am a small business, how can I withstand him so tossed!"

As he spoke, the shopkeeper pointed to the young man who was sobbing on the side.

"Oh? Let me see. ”

Nie Xiaohu frowned and picked up the oil pot on the case, opened the lid and took a look, and sure enough, there was a ball of sheep dung floating on the oil.

Nie Xiaohu looked at the sheep dung ball and thought about it, then smiled, turned to look at the young man who was gloating on the side and asked, "Are you Zhao San?" ”

"Hmm", the young man nodded.

"Your name is Lu Xin?"

The young man, who was still sobbing, nodded.

"Lu Xin, let me ask you, do you have a grudge against Zhao San?"

Lu Xin thought for a while and said: "The day before yesterday, he borrowed money from me, because I knew that he was using it for gambling, so I didn't lend it to him, and he scolded me for this." ”

"He's talking nonsense!" , Zhao San said, "There's no such thing at all, don't you want to wronged me!" ”

"Don't fight", Nie Xiaohu waved his hand, and Zhao San immediately shut up.

"It's very simple", Nie Xiaohu said with a smile, "If this sheep dung ball is in the oil drum early in the morning, then it should be soaked in oil, and if it has just been put in, then it should be dry inside." ”

After speaking, Nie Xiaohu took a pair of chopsticks, picked up the sheep dung ball in the oil pot, put it on the table next to him, and then pressed it on the sheep dung ball with chopsticks and pressed it into powder. Sure enough, the center of the sheep dung ball was dry powder and there was no oil.

"What else do you have to say?" , Nie Xiaohu looked at Zhao San and asked.

"This? ......", Zhao San bit his lip.

"Young man, you can't be like this!" , Nie Xiaohu said earnestly.

"I was wrong", Zhao San lowered his head.