These big feet are so thick that if you look closely, you can leave a footprint on the ground with every step.

Even because of the soft soil, it can be seen that the soles of the human feet are very strong.

This man looked like he was about forty years old, wearing a leather vest on his upper body, bare arms, strong muscles were sharp and angular, and he had a flat pole on his shoulders, and under the flat shoulder, he carried a bamboo basket on one side, and a bench on the bamboo basket, on which a pot was buckled.

On the other side, there is a small stove!

The man walked all the way, and the flat shoulder on his shoulder swung up and down with his steps, very steadily.

When the old man Zhou Benchu saw this person, he actually took off his thin bamboo pole from his waist, and then drew a demarcation line on the ground, and said to me and Xiao Yao: "Don't step on this line!" ”

Then he stepped forward and walked over to the man.

In an instant, the old man's rickety body suddenly stood straight, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into that imposing killing god again!

"Hey, what's this for?"

The old man put his hands behind his back, the bamboo pole in his hand shook slightly, and he stopped the man with a smile and asked.

The man smiled: "Uncle, I sell fritters, waiting to go to Jiangyu City to sell breakfast!" ”

I stood behind the little begger, and when we heard the other party say that they were selling fritters, we both couldn't help but swallow our saliva.

From last night to now, I have eaten half of the steamed buns, and the little one who asked for rice was worse than me, and he only ate half of the small one.

I had been running away for most of the day, and I was so hungry that I heard that there was something to eat, and this hunger rolled up from my stomach, and my mouth began to pantothenic acid.

The old man picked the edge of the big iron pot with a thin bamboo pole like a scoundrel and said, "Oh? Fritters? Okay, okay, don't go, first fry a few sticks for the old man here, I'm the favorite to eat fritters. ”

The man smiled shyly: "This, isn't this okay?" I'm still in a hurry to go to Jiangyu City, or I won't be able to catch it at night, it's hard to walk at night when it's dark! ”

The old man shook his head and said, "What's the hurry, it's not far from Jiang Yucheng here, I'll eat a few, and you can fry some for me." ”

The big man seemed to be embarrassed, hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll give you some old fried!" ”

As the man spoke, he put down the pole very neatly, and then set the stove in place, and with a flick of his finger, the lid of the stove was lifted at once.

This guy leaned down slightly, blowing at the fire, watching a layer of white ash mixed with sparks flying, and the flames in the stove were actually rising!

Then the man slapped the ear of the iron pot with one hand, and the iron pot spun in the air and landed on the stove with unmistakable accuracy. Then he took out a bucket of oil from the bamboo basket and poured it into the pot.

A panel, a plate of noodles that have been lived, the man is very familiar with the panel on his lap, and said in a generous voice: "Uncle, if you want less, I won't support the table, just make a few for you." ”

The old man nodded silently, his eyes kept staring at the man's thick hands, and he never moved away!

There were originally long cut pieces of noodles on that plate, and the man picked up a piece of noodles with both hands, put it on the second one, then pinched the two ends and pulled it, stretched it, and threw it into the oil pan, and the oil in the oil pan immediately tumbled and made a sizzling sound.

The man then pinched two fritters into the pot, I don't know if he was because of the uneven face or what, the fritters pulled out were particularly long, barely able to squeeze into the oil pot.

Then the man looked up at the old man and asked, "Uncle, is it enough?" ”

The old man shook his head: "Not enough. ”

Dahan was stunned: "You are alone, how much can you eat?" ”

The old man pointed at me and Xiao Yao with a bamboo pole and said, "Then, there are two more!" ”

The man glanced at me and Xiao Yao, and seemed to have lost patience: "The two of them are small, they can't eat so much, and one of you is just right."

As he spoke, the man took out two long chopsticks from the bamboo basket and pinched them at the fritters in the oil pot.

The old man suddenly stretched out the bamboo pole under the man's chopsticks, blocked the man's chopsticks, and then shook his head and said, "It's not cooked yet, what are you doing in a hurry to pick it up?" ”

The man smiled: "Uncle, you are really good at laughing, since you have already seen the flaws, why don't you just say it, what are you doing here tossing me?" ”

As he spoke, the chopsticks in the man's hand flipped violently, stabbing the old man's chest at a very fast speed.

On those two chopsticks, there are two hot drops of oil flickering.

The old man frowned slightly, made a mistake under his feet, dodged the two drops of oil flowers, and then turned around, the bamboo pole picked up the two chopsticks, and said coldly to the man: "Old man, I don't have any other hobbies, that is, I love to eat fritters, so you say that you are fried fritters, I will let you fry two, and we are in a hurry here, and we haven't eaten yet, just when you send it to the door, how can I not fight the autumn wind?" ”

The big man raised his eyebrows: "Are you a happy old Zhou Benchu?" ”

The old man snapped his mouth: "Now that you have recognized me, are you going to leave, or are you going to leave?" ”

The old man asked two of the same words very strangely, which made me think that this old child was really naughty and ruthless.

The expression on the man's face obviously became extremely strange, and he said bitterly: "I'm not the palace master of our family, and I don't dare to be wild in front of your old man." ”

The old man nodded: "You are much better than those two things who don't know what to do." ”

The man arched his hand: "Ghost face hand Rong Hao, thank you for the old man's grace not to kill!" ”

After Rong Hao finished speaking, he turned around and walked away, but when he walked to the oil pot, he suddenly turned the long chopsticks in his hand sideways, and the chopsticks hit the oil pot directly! In the oil pot, a stream of oil and water spilled out, and it fell to the line in front of us.

Seeing that the pair of chopsticks was about to touch the oil pot again, Rong Hao's whole body fell to the side and fell to the ground.

His throat, like the two people from the Soul Palace before, had a red dot.

Zhou Benchu knocked on his slender bamboo pole, sighed and said: "Old man, I hate killing people the most, you don't go if you give you a way to live, you have to smash me a pot of good fritters, aren't you looking for death?" ”

"Grandpa!"

The little begger ran over, looked the old man up and down, and asked nervously, "Are you okay?" ”

Zhou Benchu smiled and said: "Stinky boy, do you think my old man looks like someone who has something to do?" But I think we're going to have something going on right away. Soul Palace, Soul Palace, looking at Guanshan Fifty Long, it is difficult to deal with the Soul Palace! Why did you two offend the Soul Palace? Is there anything else you haven't told me? ”

What didn't you tell him? Is it the key thing?

I was shocked, and I quickly hesitated, as if I had thought about it deliberately: "No! ”

"Really? Think again, think again! What if you two missed any important clues? ”

Zhou Benchu was a little unconvinced, and continued to ask.

The little begger said with a smile: "Oh, it's good that the two of us can come out alive, where do you care if there are no clues." Now that you have killed the people of the Soul Palace, haven't you also offended the Soul Palace? The two of us follow you, and we won't be afraid of anything. ”

Zhou Benchu stared at me meaningfully, and smiled bitterly: "It's good that I really have such a great ability, where do I need to wander around?" ”

The old man spoke modestly, but I saw a proud look in his eyes.

Then, under the urging of this fighting spirit, he reached out and picked up Rong Hao's two long chopsticks, took out the golden fritters fried in the oil pot, bit them lightly with his teeth, and nodded: "Yes, it's very fragrant, bring it all, let's eat while walking." ”

The old man seems to be free and easy, but I feel guilty, this old man, he always asks me if I have any clues, what does it mean?

What is that key for?

The little one who wants to eat, is it really the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren with this old man? No matter how I look at them, they don't look like a relationship where blood is thicker than water, and I don't know why, but my intuition is wrong.