The person who opened his mouth was actually a reckless man who was frightened by Meng Ke's murderous aura and sat on the ground.

The reckless man was originally a butcher, tall, obese, and bearded, and once looked quite similar to Zhen Guanxi, who was beaten to death by Lu Ti in the script.

But due to the long journey to the south, he was hungry and full, and his fat was gone, leaving behind a fairly strong tendon meat.

At this moment, the swarthy face was full of seriousness and anger.

There was silence all around, and the people who had been scrambling for food were silent, except for the bitter cold brought by the howling north wind.

Meng Ke looked at the reckless man, and a glint flashed under his eyes.

Then he regained his composure, jumped down from the tree, and said with a smile: "Okay, a certain family will divide the meat!" ”

Seeing this, everyone stepped aside and gave way to the open space.

The pig-killing knife was clenched, the dark red blood stains reflected the snow, and the gap of the blade shimmered.

Meng Ke held the knife in both hands and slashed at a pile of meat on the ground, dividing the meat in four or six.

Although there is little difference between the two sides, everyone is not blind, and who can not see the difference?

Snort, it is clear that he wants to invite people to buy people's hearts, but he is reluctant to make small profits in front of him. ’

Lao Tongsheng poked his head out and glanced at it, then shook his head, sneered in his heart, and walked to the side and sat down on the luggage with the support of his family.

Another ambitious man who only talks about it! ’

"Who is the butcher? Let's split the meat......"

Meng Ke pointed to the line drawn, and then pointed to the more portion of the meat: "Split along the line, and the more meat here will be used to entertain the villagers."

"I should have given you more meat, but a certain family is not a saint after all, and there are still some selfish intentions. It's freezing on this day, and those heroes who are enthusiastic and willing to follow a certain family also need rations. ”

Sincerity is always nirvana.

Meng Ke's attitude was frank and free, which made everyone look sideways, and also made the old boy who was speculating in vain blush.

"Ha, Brother Meng, Lao Tzu likes a man like you! I have been a butcher for two years, and if you can trust it, I will come when it comes to cutting meat! ”

The reckless man answered, stretched out his hand and asked Meng Ke for a knife.

To give, or not to give? Everyone's eyes were focused on Meng Ke, waiting for him to answer.

As the saying goes: armed with sharp weapons, murderous intentions arise.

Although this reckless man helped Meng Ke say a fair word, who would dare to guarantee that after he picked up the knife, he would not remember the shame of being scared to 'roll and crawl' before?

Meng Ke lowered his eyes and looked at the pig-killing knife in his hand, then raised his eyes and met the four eyes of the reckless man.

Decades later, according to the memoirs of a certain Longzhichen who was present at the time, he wrote: At that moment, it seemed that an electric current was stirring, stirring up a thousand waves.

His Majesty and General Kamui (the self-proclaimed name of a certain Minister of the Dragon) exchanged eyes for countless rounds, but His Majesty deserved to be Your Majesty, and this invisible battle finally ended with General Kamui being distracted by a move from his mind.

Of course, that's all for later.

In fact, the two only looked at each other for a moment, Meng Ke hooked his lips and smiled, without hesitation, the right hand that handed the knife was held steadily, and the left hand gently pressed the shoulder of the reckless man.

"Brother, I'll leave it to you! Everyone contributes, and a certain family will sit back and enjoy it! ”

Meng Ke's tone was relaxed, and he didn't seem to worry about his safety at all.

The reckless man took the knife and grinned: "Okay, although we haven't fought each other, we can't know each other if we don't fight." A certain family surnamed Lu Mingcai is a butcher in the south of Fugu. ”

Some of the neighbors who knew Lu Cai among the homeless people couldn't help but laugh when they heard this: "Lu Tu, I never thought that your body had become thinner, but this cheek became thicker and thicker. Zhen Guanxi in the book "Zhongyi Water Margin" finally received Lu Ti's three fists, and you were so frightened that you fell to the ground without even fighting! ”

The rest of the crowd burst into laughter.

Lu Cai's cheeks flushed, and he was annoyed, but he was not to be outdone: "The matter of a martial artist, how can it be called 'being scared away'?" I'm a good man and don't suffer losses in front of me! ”

One after another, it was difficult to understand, what "strategic retreat", what "careless" and so on, which caused everyone to laugh.

The sky above this official road, which has witnessed countless lives and deaths, is finally filled with happy air.

"Oops, hey!"

The neighborhood may have been depressed for a long time, and when they saw pies falling from the sky, they didn't have to worry about food, so they let go of their fun, "You fathers may not know that our good Han Lu Tu has been scared more than once!" When I was selling meat at the stall, I was so frightened by a rat that I knocked the stall up......"

Lu Cai choked, simply turned his head, and ignored him.

"Alright, gossip! Gather firewood and prepare to eat meat! ”

Meng Ke waved the waist knife in his hand and shouted.

And the people dispersed, each doing his duty, and getting busy.

The more and more homeless people gathered, and many of the homeless people who had just squeezed in from behind could not figure out what was going on, but they were attracted by the pots of fragrant boiled pork foam and came over one after another.

Without Meng Ke to speak, some of the homeless people who were here at the beginning began to explain to the latecomers.

After a while, the rich aroma of meat wafted far away, attracting more people to gather here.

This situation made Meng Ke very pleased, and his efforts were not in vain, now let's see how many people can be brought in.

Five people don't lose, ten people make money, and twenty people earn blood......

"It smells so good!"

An unkempt woman stood beside Meng Ke with a baby boy in her arms, staring at the meat in the pot and swallowing her saliva.

Meng Ke touched the child's head: "This sister-in-law, don't be impatient, you will have to eat in a while."

The woman nodded, looked down at the baby in her swaddling clothes, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Orphans and widows, helpless, why did they migrate here?

Among them, Meng Ke does not want to delve into the suffering.

In these years, all living beings are suffering.

If you are poor, you will be good alone, and if you are good, you will help the world.

That's all......

……

"This little brother Meng is a good person!"

Cracks spread like cobwebs all over the rough clay bowl, dripping hot soup seeping out along the cracks, and the man endured the burning, clutching the edge of the bowl and not letting it go.

Seeing that a drop of soup was about to drip to the ground, he ignored it

Hurt, he hurriedly brought the pottery bowl to his wife's mouth, "Come, take a bite." ”

The woman gritted her teeth with tears in her eyes and swallowed, "Xianggong, you drink too." ”

The man grinned, licked the soup oozing from the wall of the bowl, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

Such scenes are not uncommon among the homeless population.

They are indeed easy to satisfy.

It is said to be broth, but in fact it is just two or three grains of meat foam floating in a bowl of boiling water.

It's such a thing, and a few people have to share it.

……

"Old man, old man, that Meng Xiaolang sees that we are old, and you are a scholar, so you specially gave us an extra bowl of soup!"

Lao Tongsheng's wife rested on the ground with two bowls full of boiling soup, wiped her eyes with joy, and turned to show off to her husband.

"Ahem......"

The old boy frowned and coughed lightly, but his wife didn't notice it, so he had to shout unhappily: "How many times have I said it, don't call 'old man, old man' outside!" Insulting Sven! ”