Moonlit night, wooden bed.

It's time for Brother Zhe again.

"Brother, brother, tell me another story!"

"Would you like to tell you about "The Crow and the Fox"?"

"No, I've heard that."

"How about telling you about the Fantasy Bird?"

"Hmm." Xiaorou applauded obediently and looked forward to the next story.

Wang Zhe organized the language in his heart and began to make it up.

Belch? How is the story told, right...... It all started from once upon a time or a long time ago.

And then what? Well...... Then there's 'but', and then there's 'what's the point' to end things up.

"Once upon a time, there was a bird that was born in the spring when the flowers were blooming. It's delicious and lazy, and doesn't build a bird's nest. In the spring it picks flowers, in the summer it sings, and in autumn it chases the fallen leaves......"

"Brother, brother, does the Fantasy Bird also have hands?"

"Nope!"

"And what does it use to pick flowers?"

"Listen to your story, what so many why!"

……

"And so autumn is coming to an end, and the magpies, sparrows, and pigeons are busy building their nests and fetching warm things into the nests, and only they still play during the day, and find branches and forks at night."

"Brother, brother, magpie and pigeon don't nest in autumn."

"If you still don't listen, if you don't listen, I'll sleep."

"Listen, I'll listen."

……

"On this day, the magpie saw that the bird was still playing, so he persuaded it: The north wind blows in winter, and the mountain village is cold, why don't you hurry up and build a nest?"

"The weather is so good, I'm busy chasing fallen leaves, where can I have time to build a nest."

"After a few days, when the pigeon was storing food, he saw that the bird had nothing to do, and persuaded it: "The snow is white in winter, and there are no insects everywhere, why don't you save some food?"

"There are so many bugs on the ground, it doesn't take much effort to find them, so I won't be as stupid as you."

"And just like that, the pigeon was also."

Wang Zhe omitted the idiotic dialogue between the sparrow and the bird, and directly focused on the main point.

"The north wind blows, and the snow drifts. All other birds have nests, and all other birds have food. Only the Fantasy Bird has nothing, and in the cold winter, it dies of hunger and cold. ”

"Brother, brother, did the father and mother of the bird also die like this?"

"Probably...... Right...... They died last winter. ”

Wang Zhe praised his wit.

"The father and mother of the Fantasy Bird died in the winter, so how could the Fantasy Bird be born in the spring?"

"Uh...... Go to bed! ”

……

In the neighborhood, the sound is boiling, and the pedestrians are endless.

The Queen Mother's spicy strip shop is doing a booming business.

Most of the people who eat at the nearby breakfast shop will take out iron coins to buy two, and they will have a very good appetite with hot steamed buns.

Wang Zhe went to Zongyue's grandfather's spice shop to buy the spices he needed, and this time he had sufficient funds and bought a large amount, so he gave a nine-percent discount.

After coming back, I happened to meet a guy from a farther morning shop who came to pick up the goods, so I stepped forward to greet him.

"Little one, these are four silver coins, the price negotiated between our shopkeeper and your mother yesterday, 20% off, 100 spicy strips."

Wang Zhe accepted the money, took the bamboo basket handed over by the guy, and asked his mother with his eyes. After getting the default, happily count 100 spicy sticks and complete the transaction.

"People want more, and it's nothing to give it cheaper. Moreover, mutual benefit and mutual assistance should also make the family a little bit of money! ”

The Queen Mother winked at him, her face facing the pickle shop that had just come out of the stall diagonally opposite.

Wang Zhe understood that his mother was laughing at the cold business of the pickle shop over there.

The pickle shop was set up by a shrew surnamed Ma, who was arrogant and stingy, and unreasonable. So her relationship with the surrounding stalls is not good.

When the shrew sells things, she often lacks two short names, relying on the bold pit customers around her family who sell pickles. Over the years, the pickles that have been supplied to the breakfast shop have not been discounted at all, and they are even mixed with rotten goods with peculiar smells.

Originally, there was a family selling pickles next to her, but she drove them away.

If you don't go, you can't go, who let the shrew have a brother-in-law of the security team!

The security team came to look for trouble twice in three days, picking bones from eggs every time, not to mention fines, and deliberately dumping pickles on the ground. The excuse is that there are bugs inside, and for the safety of diners, it is necessary to pour it out and check it.

I put the pickles in the bucket again, but can I still eat the pickles that have been stained with dust?

When Wang Zhe looked diagonally opposite, the shrew was glaring at this side.

Uncle Niu's fish stall is still tepid, as usual.

Except for the sudden boom in their own business, the other stalls near the neighborhood have not changed much, and they are still the same.

Compared with the Wang family, the business of the shrew family did not change for the better, but began to be very bad and terrible.

Because her stall sells pickles, the most important customer in the past was the nearby breakfast shop. Most of the shop owners will buy pickles that match the sales of steamed buns at her house, and sell them at a reasonable price to customers who eat breakfast.

But in the past few days, the queen mother suddenly changed her career to sell a spicy strip that was much more delicious than pickles, which greatly affected her family's business.

She was bearable for the first two days, but some individual customers didn't buy pickles and ate spicy strips instead.

But now, the shrew is completely unable to sit still.

The foundation of her business is to supply pickles to the surrounding shops early, and today, none of these shops have come to pick up the goods.

At first, she didn't understand why, until she saw the guy who would go to her house to pick up the goods in the past, walked to the Wang family's stall, and finally understood what was going on.

Especially the ridicule of the queen mother, which happened to be stared at by her, and the little bastard of the Wang family, what kind of eyes is it?

So, the shrew couldn't help but rush to the Wang's stall anymore, and scolded people: "Okay, you widow Wang, I'll say why no one buys pickles, it turns out that it's all a good thing you did!" ”

Originally, a few guests were buying spicy strips, but they were scolded by the shrew so that they didn't dare to stay, so they ran aside in fright, ready to watch the play.

The good deal was over, and the queen mother was also sulking and said, "What's wrong with me? I sold my spicy strips, and I provoked you? ”

"Don't think people don't know, I just saw a guy come to your house to pick up the goods, he used to go to my house. You must have slept with him, you shameless dead widow. ”

Wang Zhe heard someone insulting his mother, but his uncle couldn't bear it and his aunt couldn't bear it.

Straight open.

"I'll just say it's so stinky, it's you bitch farting. It looks like your pickles, wrinkled, and that pair of things hangs down to your belly, how many people have dragged it to become like you. ”

"Heh, you little bastard, your mouth is poisonous enough, and you are more ruthless than your bitch."

"No matter how cheap you are, you can't be cheap, just like your pickles, no one wants to give them away for free, and beggars dislike them, for fear of being infected with flower willows."

Hit the mouth cannon, let her have two mouths, and she is not Wang Zhe's opponent, and she was scolded in three or two clicks.

The shrew rushed forward and wanted to give Wang Zhe a slap.

was lightly brushed away by him, and because of this, he fell and ate.