Walking in the fog, he suddenly had suicidal thoughts, when he was young, he could not find his wife, and his house was reduced to rubble in an earthquake and mountain shaking. After raising five pigs, one pig went crazy and actually bit four pigs to death. The only remaining mad pig also ran out of the pigsty and eloped with a group of wild boars to the mountains. The only achievement is that he farted and stinked to death a stupid bird, so people called him a fart man.

All kinds of sudden blows make the fart man completely desperate for his life. He decided to go to the mountain and jump off the cliff to end his life of tragic fate.

Unaware of the potential danger, a hungry wolf is lurking in the grass on the edge of a cliff, waiting for an opportunity to hunt its prey. The fart man stands on the edge of a cliff, brewing suicidal emotions, despair, and courage. After brewing for a long time, the fart man suddenly wanted to fart, over the years, the fart man knows the lethality of his fart, so he has always been very careful, when he feels that he is going to fart, he will stay away from the crowd, and his face must face the wind, so that the fart will go away with the wind.

The wolf in the grass could not bear it anymore, and the wolf approached the prey to cull. At a close distance, the fart man let out a fart that had been brewing for a long time, and the wolf died and he lived.

The smell of cow dung blowing through the wind made me clench my nose. Now the fart man is as famous as Uncle Cow Dung, and a few days ago, he was the murderer of the wolf killing incident that caused a sensation in the world. Despite his repeated attempts to defend himself, he was imprisoned in a small grass hut in the village. Wolves are endangered wild animals in our world, there are only two in the world now, and the village has issued a law earlier, and the wolf killer is guilty of the same crime as the murderer, and he will definitely die. But the law is just in our world, for example, if the murderer stoned someone, then the murderer will be stoned to death, and the murderer will strangle someone with his hand, then the murderer will also be strangled to death. To put it simply, how the deceased died, the murderer had to die.

According to the law, the snail decided to let the fart fart fart smoke himself to death. But this is a rather contradictory verdict, because no one will be disgusted with their own fart and be killed by their own fart.

Commissioned by Old Man Li, I found the snail.

The snail was a big reader of my story, and as soon as he saw me, he said, "Birdman, I haven't read your new story for a long time, what have you been making up lately?"

"Recently I've been innovating, and I want to put my story on paper, not on bamboo slips. ”

"You are going to invent paper, and you have to know that it is against the law. ”

"I didn't want to invent fluorescent paper for counterfeiting banknotes, I wanted to invent an ordinary paper, which is more convenient and faster than bamboo slips, for writing stories and writing some common sense. ”

"You don't want me to make you paper, do you?"

"No, I'd like to borrow a few cans of water from my daughter's lake. ”

"Alright, let's go, take my new invention. "The snail told me that he had invented a simple means of transportation called a steam car, so that he could go to the bushy places by steam car.

The power of this steam car is entirely dependent on the steam engine. The steam car was rudimentary, with two small benches on it for me and the snail to sit on, and because the steam engine was huge and had little space to ride, I could only carry the jar in my arms. The snail uses a stalk to manipulate the direction of the forward turn.

The snail also boasted to me, "I'm going to invent a pair of mechanical legs for myself that can move." Powered by a steam engine. ”

"I hope you succeed so you can invent robotic arms, robotic bodies, robotic heads, and even robots. ”

I managed to get the water from my daughter's lake. In exchange, Old Man Li began to recall his grandfather's paper-making process when he was a child. I chose a substitute for fluorescent grass for papermaking. I guess the more alternatives to this is better. For this I think of weeds, we have experienced numerous failures and still remain unsuccessful.

Old man Li and I often ate and drank together, and over time we became friends, and we had a common hobby, which was to make up stories. When Old Man Li was young, he was also a storyteller, but he didn't make much money writing stories, it was completely for people to read for free, and you like to do one thing like that, even if there is no return, you are willing. He has made up many stories, one of the most famous of which is called: Play with your eighteenth ancestor.

The story is that on a sunny day, 20-year-old A and 40-year-old B have a conflict, B beats A, A holds a grudge, so he finds the ancestral grave of the B family, and decides to dig out the 18 generations of the dead ancestors of the B family from the soil and make a scarecrow and put them in the field to scare the sparrows. When A finally dug up the first generation of ancestral graves, the ancestral grave was empty, A was very confused, could it be that the bones of the first generation of ancestors had disappeared for a long time, at this time, the bones of the second generation lying on the ground suddenly stood up, and A was so frightened that he peed his pants. The corpse comforted Jia and said, "I stood up just to tell you that my father has been reincarnated for twenty years. ”

So A asked, "And where is your father now?"

The corpse was very frank: "Don't hide it, you are my father!"

To this day, when there is a dispute between the villagers, they will open their mouths and scold: "I play with your eighteenth ancestor." ”

When Old Man Li is drunk, he will nagging and talking: "Birdman, brother, I also advise you to say a word, it's not good to make up stories, you can't make much money, it's better to raise pigs." ”

In fact, as Old Man Li said, every time I set up a stall in the free trade zone to sell my story, the lack of popularity of symbols, and in such a material society, people don't care about it at all. In the case of my hard work and stalking, the income is minimal. If it weren't for the fact that my family had an acre and a third of land, I'm afraid I would have starved to death.

But I'm confident: "As long as I invent paper, I believe there will be a good era of storytelling." ”

After a long time, our conversation was also very free, and I asked him curiously: "You eloped with the monster's mother in those years." I want to know, where are you hiding?"

"In the cave, in a very wide cave, we lived there for a long time, and then she fell ill and died. I'll be back. ”

There were times when our experiments were tangled, for example, we couldn't make pulp. Old man Li reminded me that I could go to the fart man and ask, because the fart man had made soy milk.

Just when I was looking for a fart man with hope, suddenly there was another good news, and another bad news. The good news is that Uncle Cow Dung has been found, and the bad news is that Uncle Cow Dung rode a cow down from the sky and smashed to death the fart man who was waiting for death in a small grass hut.

No one in the world had ever seen a cow up close, so it caused a sensation, and the people of the village rushed to the small grass hut to see the cow with their own eyes.