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In the corner of the guest hotel, an old man and a young man are fanning the wind with their hands.

The shopkeeper passed by with two plates of steamed buns, one black and one white, threw down the black steamed buns, and left without raising his eyelids.

The eight-year-old skinny boy stared at the white steamed buns in the distance, until they gently landed on the tables of a few people with fat brains, then he turned his head and asked, "Dad, are the white ones also steamed buns?"

The thin old man replied without thinking, "Yes." ”

"Are the white steamed buns delicious, or the black steamed buns delicious?"

"Of course, it's a white steamed bun, it's white, fine, and very sweet. The thin old man couldn't help but lick his lips.

"Have you eaten it?"

"I've eaten it once. ”

The child picked up a black steamed bun and broke it, handed the big one to the old man, and kept the small one for himself. He took a bite of the small half steamed bun, frowned, looked at the old man in disappointment, and said, "Dad, didn't you say that the steamed buns in the restaurant are better than the steamed buns at home?"

"That's a white steamed bun that's delicious, Dad didn't order it. Today is your birthday, and if you order white steamed buns, you won't have the money to go to the city to play. Do you want to eat white steamed buns, or do you want to go to the city to play?"

"Of course it's going to the city to play!" As soon as he heard that he was going to play in the city, the child's eyebrows fluttered, which was his long-cherished wish. So he was satisfied and nibbled on the black steamed bun.

A few words floated over from the table where the shopkeeper put the white steamed buns.

"The freshly harvested wheat is milled, and it tastes good."

"That's not it, the newly harvested wheat, the newly made big mill, I've been eating it for half a month, and I can't get tired of eating it every day."

......

With the sound of words, the sweet smell slowly hits.

The child swallowed and asked, "Dad, those people eat white steamed buns every day, what do they do?"

The thin old man was a little panicked, and replied in a low voice: "They are officials." ”

"If you become an official, you can eat white steamed buns?" said the child suddenly, and his voice also raised, "Then I will become an official when I grow up, and eat white steamed buns every day." ”

The thin old man didn't answer, his expression fell into despair, and he said in his heart that the family had not even changed careers for so many years, and being an official was something that he could never dream of.

The child's loud noise attracted the attention of the table, a man about 40 years old with a big belly, swaying over, bored, this is a good opportunity to relieve boredom and amusement, he pretended to be kind and pleasant and said: "Little friend, what is your name, how old are you?"

When the child saw that it was the person at the table who was eating the white steamed buns, he said happily: "My name is Ouyang Xuan, and I am 8 years old. ”

The child's words detonated the whole restaurant, and everyone laughed wildly.

"Hahaha...... Ouyang, isn't that the dung tribe from the Xinghua Continent's lowest tribe!"

"It's a pity that such a nice surname. ”

"Who told their ancestors to betray the empire and sell grain to the enemy country, they deserve it!"

......

Listening to the laughter in the room, the pot-bellied man enjoyed it very much, and the music was a great success. But he was not satisfied, and he continued to have fun, he couldn't help laughing, and still said pleasantly: "Ouyang Xuan, this name is good, and it is very imposing." What do you do?"

Ouyang Xuan was looking at everyone suspiciously at this time, he didn't understand why everyone was laughing, and when he heard the question of the pot-bellied man, he replied: "I'll help my father pick up dung, do you know that picking up dung? Then he straightened up and said very proudly, "I can shovel five baskets a day, and my friends can only shovel one basket a day!"

His words of pride brought even greater ridicule, and some people began to imitate his shoveling movements, saying as they moved:

"Shovel!"

"Shovel cow!"

"Shovel sheep!"

"You're mistaken, sheep is one grain at a time, and it should be shoveled like this"

......

Ouyang Xuan's father saw his son being humiliated, his heart was like a knife, and he decided to take his son out of here. He took out a few copper plates and put them on the table, grabbed his son's hand, and said, "Son, let's go!"

His words caught the attention of the pot-bellied man, and the pot-bellied man began to look at the thin old man, and said as he looked at it, "Why is it a little familiar? No, it is very familiar?"

A voice floated from the corner: "Mayor, your ninth aunt is too ......"

Another voice interrupted and added, "Yes, Elder Town, your ninth aunt is too stealing, you punish her to the cheapest and ugliest man as a wife, it's him!"

The pot-bellied man is the mayor of this town.

The town mayor has a group of wives and concubines, and it doesn't hurt to have one less wife, but when he looked at Ouyang Xuan again, he found that his handsome appearance turned out to be very similar to Aunt Jiu. Aunt Jiu is the most beautiful of the wives and concubines, so he is naturally a little biased.

He couldn't figure out why she had committed adultery with the housekeeper, and he had been with him all day long, without any signs at all. Just that day, he had a bit of a confidential matter, didn't take her, bought her favorite fruit when he came back, and went to find her excitedly, and when he opened the door, the two of them hugged each other so nakedly, and they were still asleep, and they looked a little like a coma, but everyone else said that they were cheating and tired, and they fell asleep, that is, they were asleep, and the dignified mayor could not be said to be self-deception.

The mayor's wife stole people, this is a great shame, he fell ill, the wives took good care of her, and the eldest wife was especially enthusiastic. He accepted the suggestion of the eldest wife and punished the ninth aunt too much, the ugliest and oldest man in the lowest tribe - the dung tribe to be his wife. Beauty is certainly loved, but dignity is more important, and he wants to tell the world that betraying the mayor is the end.

The mayor came back to his senses from the past, looked at the handsome Ouyang Xuan, and found that his children were all crooked melons and cracked dates compared to him. This is also a great shame, the woman who was abandoned by him, married an old and ugly man, and actually gave birth to a son who was better looking than all the children in his family.

He had the urge to slap Ouyang Xuan to death, but he was a mayor with a head and a face, a scholarly family, and he had to be a civilized person. What's more, a certain two families that have risen over the years covet his position as mayor. They regard life as a mustard, but if they kill someone, it is definitely a good excuse.

It's not easy to kill someone, but humiliation is necessary, so he asked: "Ouyang Xuan, you said just now, do you want to grow up and become an official?"

"Yes, the mayor of the town, when you become an official, you can eat white steamed buns, I eat one at a meal, and my father eats two. Ouyang Xuan said wistfully.

"Hey, you don't have to wait that long, Mayor I, I can give you an official now, do you want it?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are so good, Lord Town!"

Everyone was stunned, I don't know which one the town chief sang, the best person can't give a child an official, not to mention that the town mayor is not a good person.

"Then you have to listen carefully, I'll give you an official now, and I'm going to make you a shovel--official!"

"Shovel officer?hahaha, hahaha......" Crazy laughter rang out again, and one by one they laughed and trembled, and saliva flew everywhere.

Someone coaxed: "Mayor Town, what is the shovel official doing?"

Someone replied, "Then I need to say, study the 108 shoveling methods of."

......

Ouyang Xuan finally sensed the mayor's bad intentions, so he said, "Mayor, I don't want to be a shovel officer, this is scolding." ”

The mayor took off his disguise and frightened: "What, I gave you the official title, do you dare to accept it?"

"This is not an official, this is a nickname for swearing. "Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, in front of the mayor who is far from the same in terms of age, physique, power, money and other aspects, Ouyang Xuan is not afraid.

"You have to accept the scolding, listen, you are a shovel officer!"

"It's not!"

"You're a shoveler!"

"No, no, no!" Ouyang Xuan retorted.

"Shovel officer, shovel officer, shovel officer......" everyone clapped their hands and shouted in accord with the mayor. It's a good opportunity to take a sycophant, and you can't let it go, completely forgetting that it's bullying a child.

Ouyang Xuan's father was very angry, but he couldn't do anything about it. I must take my son out of here as soon as possible, he thought, so he whispered, "Son, ignore them, let's go." ”

"No, what about them scolding me?" Ouyang Xuan refused to leave.

"Scold, scold, your real name is not called this, they will forget it in a few days, let's go. ”

When the mayor heard this, he smiled wickedly and said, "Ouyang Hao, do you think your son is nicknamed the shovel officer? Let me tell you, from today onwards, his correct name is also called the shovel officer!"

Ouyang Xuan's father's name is Ouyang Hao.

Ouyang Hao was enraged, stood up, glared at the mayor of the town, but slowly lowered his head, and begged: "Lord of the town, don't worry about us untouchables, there are a lot of adults, don't do this, okay?"

"Don't do that, do I still want to listen to you?" the mayor finished speaking, turning his head to look at the table where he had eaten, "Lord Hukou, you go back and erase this kid's name and change it to a shovel officer!"

A thin old man who looked like a scholar quickly stood up and said flatteringly: "The town elder said very much, this kid's name is called the shovel officer, I will do it when I go back, and I will go back to host it." ”

The son has a resolute personality, but his arms can't twist his thighs, and the hero doesn't suffer from eye losses, and if he doesn't leave, he is afraid that something unexpected will happen. Ouyang turned around, pulled his son and threw him on his back. Although he is old, he has developed strength through years of hard work.

Ouyang Hao carried his son on his back, regardless of his struggle, and ran towards the house amid the ridicule of everyone.