"Slut, in such a hot weather, you are riding a horse outside in the wind, leaving the second master alone, sitting in the carriage as if you are stuffing salt beans, do you want to heat the fat second master?" On an official road running north-south, from a decorated carriage with red and green colors, a man's shout was almost cursed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The pedestrians on the road, hearing the almost groaning curse, all looked curiously at the fancy carriage. In the carriage in which only young ladies or women would ride, there was such a laughable curse, and this sympathetic slightly crying moan was actually made by a man.

Five or six packers, who were almost connected to the tail of the front donkey and the head of the back donkey, looked over with interest. After walking for most of the day, several people repeatedly talked about eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and even they themselves lost interest. Listening to too much nonsense and talking too much, it is better to listen to a few donkey barks occasionally, which can arouse their inner imagination of colored jokes.

Three or four passers-by who rode together also collected the reins, and it was a good thing that a woman could ride a horse on this official road.

When a merchant who looked like a boss heard this, he hurriedly urged a few of his fellows, who had developed a strong curiosity, to speed up their carriage and leave the carriage that could cause trouble.

Pedestrians were curious, it was obviously an early spring afternoon, the weather was still a little cold, and some people were still wearing cotton clothes for the winter, but the man was sitting in the carriage shouting stuffy and hot. But listening to this man's fierce curse, he must also be a vicious character. Everyone wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, for fear that the madman would vent his anger on himself and cause unnecessary trouble after being seen by the mad man from the car.

A few of the people who were on the road were already looking for what he called the 'slut'.

Passers-by couldn't help but feel strange while secretly feeling funny, the man obviously scolded the 'slut', and the first sentence he said was to scold: Slut, on such a hot day, you are riding a horse outside in the wind, leaving the second master to sit alone in the carriage as if he was stuffy with salt beans.

'Salt beans' are a unique local salty taste, which is pickled in every house, smells stinky, but tastes delicious, and is often used as an accompaniment to lunch meals for people who work in the fields. As soon as I heard this man's voice, I knew that it was a foreigner, and 'salt bean' was so awkward when he said it, but it was unintentionally funny and humorous in the awkwardness.

Passers-by were secretly amused, still looking for what he called the 'slut' on horseback. The driver was a middle-aged man, and the carriage behind him was where the man's curse could be heard. A small door in front of the carriage was closed, and a small window on each side was covered by curtains. As the carriage moved forward, the curtain shook slightly, and through the curtain the man could still be heard cursing in a low voice from time to time.

Two horses were tied to the back of the carriage. Behind the two horses was a young man riding a blue horse, with a grim face, eyes like electricity, like frost, and closed lips full of fortitude like a sculpture.

Not far in front of the carriage, on a red horse like charcoals, sat a young man, with a tall figure, and even on horseback, his slender figure could be seen from his two long legs. The horse was as handsome as a red cloud, and at first glance it was not ordinary.

The young man on the horse had a dusty face, and he looked like he had traveled a long way. A pair of deep eyes inadvertently swept over passers-by, instantly making people feel as warm as spring, leaving a firm, kind and warm impression, making people have a yearning for wanting to get closer.

Passers-by looked mocking. Everyone thought that there must be a fool sitting in the car, and the three people who were with him outside were obviously men, but he called him 'slut', what is he not a fool?

The young man in front gently retracted the reins of the horse, slowed down, and slowly walked side by side with the carriage. A thick arm, gently opened the curtains, stretched out of the window, silently stretched out to the wine bag behind the saddle of the young man riding the red horse, when he was about to pick up the wine bag, the young man on the horse gently shook the reins, the red horse sped up, moved forward a little, the strong arm almost grabbed a void, only the middle finger was worthy of the wine bag, anxious his middle finger hooked again and again, for fear that the wine bag would grow feet and slip away.

The young man on the red horse, his eyes still looking forward, the corners of his mouth quietly raised upward, and his eyes were full of smiles. The eyes of the cold man who followed closely behind the cart also floated with warmth.

This fat arm turned out to be bare, could it be that it was as warm as summer in the car in this cold afternoon of early spring?

The middle-aged man who was driving the car was still squinting, inhaling his dry cigarette one after another. The left hand of the man on the red horse slowly touched the wine bag on the saddle behind his back. The fat hand retracted into the car as if it had eyes.

The young man took off his wine bag, took off the cork, looked up and took a few sips, and the smell of wine permeated between the horse and the cart.

"You slut, you're riding a horse outside, but you let the second master stuff salt beans in this car. Ran to the window, I thought that your conscience found out that you sent wine to quench the thirst of the second master, but I didn't expect that you were not at ease at all, and deliberately seduced the wine worm in the second master's stomach but did not let the second master get the wine, and then drank it shamelessly. The person in the car who claimed to be the fat second master scolded angrily.

It turned out that the 'slut' scolded by the people in the car just now was actually a man, and it was now, a young man riding a horse like a red cloud and a carriage side by side. The man, whom he called a slut, was not angry, looked at the window of the carriage that had been curtained, raised the wine bag and drank a few sips, and called out for good wine.

The young man on the red horse is called Feng Jiutian. Because when he was a child, his grandmother named him 'Little Cheap' according to local customs. Locals believe that the worse the child's name, the better it will be to feed. When it comes to Shen Er's fat man's mouth, he is a 'slut'.

Shen Er's fat man called him an old slut when he was happy, and he called him a slut when he was normal. When I was a child, when I was fishing with Shen Er Fat Man and Hua Can, because a fierce man pierced Shen Er Fat Man's buttocks, Shen Er Fat Man thought that he was hit by a big fish on his buttocks, but he was surprised and delighted when he turned around and saw Xiao Cheap, and shouted in surprise and disappointment that it was "Old Cheap Fish," and since then, he has been nicknamed 'Old Cheap Fish' by Shen Er Fat Man.

Hua Can, whose grandmother gave him the nickname 'Xiaocao', represents the tenacious vitality of life. When it came to Shen Er's fat man's mouth, it became a 'wilting grass'. It was a grim-looking man riding a blue horse behind the cart.

Shen Yu and Shen Er, who always think that they are the first in the world, are the ones who call themselves fat second masters who are now sitting in the cart, and they are chattering and mocking Feng Jiutian because they didn't get the wine bag.

A fat face could be found out of the car window, but he also had good facial features, looking angry, annoyed and wanting to laugh, almost incoherently cursing at Feng Jiutian who was drinking.

Feng Jiutian was not annoyed, as if he was very happy with Shen Er's fat man scolding him as a 'slut' one by one, he looked at the fat face with a smile and turned around, reached out and shook the wine bag in front of the fat face a few times, and then put the mouth of the wine bag close to the fat face's nose. The originally grim-looking Hua Can behind the car couldn't help but laugh softly.

The fat face turned around with the wine bag a few times, as if even the cursing was seduced by the wine worm and ran away. Shen Er's fat man was so angry that he stretched out his arm to snatch the wine bag from the car window that was almost crowded with his fat face.

Finally, the middle-aged man sitting in front of the car spoke: "Ninth Master, don't tease the fat man anymore, he is shaking so much that the car is about to fall apart." As soon as the words fell, the two people on horseback, as well as himself and Shen Er's fat man, all laughed at the same time.