The poor ghost pressed the coins to his chest, and sat down leisurely by a clean stone, and while tears flowed, he remembered the past in the world that was like a dream—

In the village, he was so poor that he could not make a sound, and no one who thought himself a good wife or a good mother or a decent man would talk to him, and when he saw him, he would always walk away coldly, as if he were dog shit and would stinch them, and as if he were a plague that would infect them.

Sometimes, he would go to the mahjong hall to have a look, originally wanted to make a joke and get a cup of tea to moisten his throat, but nine out of ten casino owners are snobs, seeing that he does not play mahjong, it is unprofitable, so naturally he will not give him a cigarette by the way, or make him a cup of tea by the way.

He stood in the mahjong hall many times, and the boss would also yell loudly: "If you don't play mahjong, what are you doing standing here?"

He protested unconvinced: "Don't eat your stuff again, see what's the big deal?"

The boss glared at him viciously, suppressed his anger and said, "If you say one more word, Lao Tzu will kick you to death!"

There is no way, no one will cook if you are kicked to death, so you can't afford to provoke it, so you have to walk away slowly in anger, walk to a place where the boss can't see, and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the wall, taking a little revenge.

Of course, Mahjong Tangzi also gave him warm memories.

As long as Shen Laobiao, who was called a "poet" or a "madman", was in the hall, the boss and others would not dare to bully him excessively.

Shen Laobiao's mother and his mother are sisters of the Zeng family, and Shen Laobiao is an independent bookworm, so he always has some affection for him.

Whenever everyone made fun of him and expelled him, if Shen Laobiao was present, he would shout as if no one was around: "As long as the crops are good, how much do the sparrows eat?

So, the mahjong boss nodded and brought a bottle of 32-degree spicy wine, a bucket of instant noodles and a large bag of biscuits, Shen Laobiao waved it to him, and said, "Take it and make it up slowly!"

Those gambling partners were not convinced, and said disdainfully: "Instead of giving it to Mao Changsheng, it is better to feed it to the dog - the dog will wag its tail, and he is not as good as Mao Changsheng dog, and after eating it, he will forget it to the clouds, and he won't even wag his tail!"

With Shen Laobiao by his side, he was not afraid of anything, and ridiculed each other: "How much did you take to feed the dogs? Who has seen it? Your parents may not have eaten a sip of wine you bought, what kind of face are you showing here? You have lost thousands and hundreds here, but no one has ever seen you give your parents a penny, you are really a filial son-beware of thunder and fire!"

No one could talk about him, and the gambler who was annoyed and embarrassed by the revelation of his old bottom made a gesture to beat him, he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and walked away, and his heart blossomed.

In this way, he can live a five-day immortal life, and he can show off in the village for three days with his head held high and his spirit alive.

A bottle of wine, drink two sips and add a sip of boiling water, drink three sips, his face turned red, he went to wander around the village, and when he saw people, he shouted: "Ah, the wine is so drunk that it is like a rotten mother! My old cousin Shen bought wine for me, and the original bottle ......is a bottle!

Someone expressed disbelief, approached him to take a look, sniffed it again, shook his head and said: "The smell of wine is a little, drinking is true, as for eating meat, hehe, the old sow is ashamed that you have tasted a little?"

"This ......" he was a little weak-hearted, but he quickly became arrogant again, "Why did Lao Tzu lie to you? You won't give Lao Tzu a little white money and rice! Alas, Lao Tzu washed his face, and accidentally washed the lard on his mouth, and next time Lao Tzu left some for you to see." ”

The man was half-convinced, and walked away with a squirming mouth.

In order to be conclusive, when eating instant noodles, he has to deliberately leave some points on the corners of his mouth.

A pack of instant noodles is a slap-sized piece of dry noodles, and a three-year-old child will not be full after eating it, but he has the ability to fill a belly that has spent dozens of springs, summers, autumns and winters.

His unique skill of eating instant noodles was bragged about by him at a certain time: boiling a pot of water weighing five catties, carefully putting the palm-sized dry noodles into it, putting the original ingredients in it, putting a large handful of salt, stirring it eighteen times, then closing the door, latching the door latch, and then you can start killing.

After eating and drinking, he rubbed some red oil on his fat lips, looked in the mirror, took a sip of wine, locked the door, and walked around the village, from east to west and from west to east, and when he saw people, he said, ", my stomach is about to explode." Alas, I didn't want to eat, so I ate instant noodles, it tasted so good!"

When the other party deliberately provokes him, he will say, "Look at the way you turn the stove on your back, can you afford to buy instant noodles?"

"You underestimate Lao Tzu too much, no matter how poor Lao Tzu is, will he not be able to afford instant noodles?" He pretended that his self-esteem was hurt, and wanted to teach people a hard lesson, but he couldn't say three words, and he softened like cow, "Actually, I bought it from Shen Laobiao." If you don't believe me, look at my mouth, and you can go to Simon Farr and ask. ”

"Lao Tzu eats too much, will you care about these bullshit things?" The boss of the other party was not convinced, turned his head and walked away.

Now, he was very proud, and shouted loudly: "These mongrels in the village always look down on people! Hmph, is instant noodles so unusual? Lao Tzu eats them every day, and he is impatient, but some rotten mongrels and rotten bitches have praised them for half their lives, but they have never eaten instant noodles once!"

In this way, the men and women who humiliated him in the past were all counted down by him, and his heart felt much better.

As for the bag of biscuits wrapped in big red paper, he would eat it for three days, with some salt and boiling water.

Not only did he eat it himself, but he would also bring three or five pieces the size of his fingernails to give to the children whose parents had ruthlessly humiliated him.

The child was innocent, ate the biscuits he gave, licked his mouth and wiped his tongue, and when he came home, he would always say to his parents with endless aftertaste: "Mao Changsheng gave me biscuits to eat, they are delicious!"

When the parents heard this, their faces suddenly changed greatly, and they beat their chests, and they inevitably scolded and scolded their children:

"You are not allowed to eat Mao Changsheng's things in the future, beware of him poisoning you!"

"If you eat Mao Changsheng's things in the future, I'll kill you!"

"Mao Changsheng's things are drenched with urine, they are dirty to death, they will be eaten in the future, and they are not allowed to go home!"

......

This time, Mao Changsheng was proud, from the east to the west, and from the west to the east: "Ah, my belly is getting smaller and smaller, and I can't even eat a pack of big red biscuits, and most of them are given to the Zhao family, the Zhang family, the Li family, and the Mei family...... Those babies. ”

Someone accosted and asked, "Will you buy cookies and give them to those babies?" Hey, the sun comes out of the west and sets in the northeast!"

"Well, it was my Shen Laobiao who bought it for me. Mao Changsheng gushed out, "Hmph, I usually look down on Lao Tzu, saying that Lao Tzu is not as good as them, that is not as good as them, you can't raise a baby, and you still eat Lao Tzu, you have to rely on Lao Tzu to feed, it's really disgraced, shame on his ancestors for eighteen generations......"

These words spread ten, ten, hundreds, and in a blink of an eye, they spread all over the village, and those children inevitably received a scolding.

Some parents couldn't get over their faces, and they didn't want to express gratitude, so they threatened him: "You take something for my baby to eat again, three long and two short, I'm not done with you!"

Mao Changsheng was angry at this time, and said angrily: "This is really a good heart, there is no good reward, and the yellow mud can't make a good stove! Although my Mao Changsheng's mouth is like a broken melon scoop, the words I say are not very good, but my heart is not as vicious as those who can speak sweetly! Your baby is dead, and I will die!"

"Your dog's life is worth my baby's rich life?" The parents went away in a huff.

Those young mothers with strong self-esteem and lack endurance can be fooled. They don't want to owe Mao Changsheng a favor, and they don't want to be despised by their neighbors, so they will buy a pack of big red biscuits and smash them at him, saying: "Eat a piece of your biscuits, and pay you a pack! If you turn over the bottom of the bowl and talk nonsense, I will tear your stinky mouth!"

While pretending to excuse himself, he hugged the big red biscuit tightly, and said unceremoniously: "I said that it would be okay to give the baby something to eat, you want to buy it and return it to me, and if you can't push it off, you have to accept it - you forced it to me, I didn't ask you for it like Huazi!"

He got face and earned a few more packets of biscuits, and he woke up laughing when he fell asleep - the days of those days were sunny again, as if it was the New Year's holiday.

Of course, once burned by the fire, the second time it was not easy to touch the fire, and the children went around his house, and he enthusiastically invited the children to eat cookies, and the children licked their lips, and they all went away with their teeth clenched, not daring to touch his mysterious cookies again.

Good things don't come anymore, teasing the child didn't make a head, he spied on Shen Laobiao who played mahjong from time to time, and asked when he met: "Is your luck good? ”

Shen Lao showed that Ming had just lost the money, and he was obviously penniless, and he would smile bitterly when he heard this, and while laughing, he walked to the distribution and owed him a few things on credit, and he was intoxicated with his eloquence for a long time.

During the Chinese New Year, Shen Laobiao would give him one or two bottles of wine, three or four things to eat, and would give him one or two sets of wrinkled and worn suits, and said to him: "Old Biao, I'm sorry, if you don't dislike it, just wear it casually, if you look down on it, throw it into the fire and burn it!"

Others will not give him clothes, and they will proudly refuse if they give him, but Shen Laobiao will always accept the clothes he gives him, and immediately wear them and go to the village to swagger.

Shen Laobiao, that is the only man in the village who does not hate the poor and love the rich, and the only person who has made him feel the warmth of the world since the death of his parents.

He still has a love for the world, and he can't bear to kill those innocent villagers, just because Shen Laobiao once gave him the warmth of the world, even if it is limited, it is a sunny island on the vast ice sea......

Oh, it's gone, the days of being too poor to be treated like others are getting farther and farther away!

The poor ghost came out of his memories, wiped his unconsciously moist eyes, touched the coin clinging to his chest, thought of the gut-pumping ghost, and thought of the preparation of the elixir.