At this time, she also said to her husband with an air current, "Manblessed, call it!" Tonight is the right time to catch them and make them both embarrassed in front of the whole village.

Although Qiu Manfu is honest, he has a city government, he quickly stretched out his hand to cover Tian Guifang's mouth and said, Don't. Go quickly, go quickly, lest you get into trouble and have a grudge with others, which is unnecessary.

These words just hit Tian Guifang's rational nerves, and she thought so in her heart.

So she went home with her husband. As soon as she walked past Cai Zhongsheng's house, Tian Guifang said to her husband, Manfu, I don't have the whole Qiu Decai guy, I don't accept it!

Qiu Manfu said that if he wants to make Qiu rich, he will also bring Cai Zhongsheng in, and both of them will be finished.

Tian Guifang said, if you bring it in, you will bring it in, it is not Cai Zhongsheng's fox spirit who hooked Qiu Decai's soul, how could Qiu Decai not even care if the cow took off the rope, just be happy with Cai Zhongsheng. In my opinion, the ears of rice in our paddy field were eaten by Qiu Decai's cattle, and it was not so much Qiu Decai's problem as Cai Zhongsheng's problem, which was caused by Cai Zhongsheng, and she couldn't get out of it when she studied this matter in detail.

She reached out and patted her husband on the shoulder as she spoke, Manfu, is there anything you can do to fix them? It's going to be both neat.

It's too easy to fix them. Qiu Manfu raised his face and replied lightly, but he didn't say the way to fix them, he just sold it, and Tian Guifang didn't tell him no matter how much he asked.

If you insist on him talking, you will talk about it, and then you will see the shameful end of Qiu Decai and Cai Zhongsheng.

Wu Zidan has been back in Liushuzhuang for more than a month, and he naturally thinks about Cai Zhongsheng's mother and daughter, and always wants to go home to see.

He pondered: Even if he is hard and hasn't gone home for so long, if he goes home once in a while, it won't make the child Wu Ying fall ill again, right? Thinking of Wu Ying's illness, he shuddered.

Fortunately, when I got home, I herded sheep every day. The flock of sheep walks quietly on the hillside, like white clouds rolling silently on the hillside.

The grazing environment is leisurely enough, and the mountain air is good, if you don't have to take care of a flock of sheep, you can be as leisurely as a fairy.

Wu Zidan often lies on his back on the lawn under the shade of the trees, smells the fragrance of wild flowers around him, and listens to the birds in the trees. As long as the sheep were far away, he got up and followed, and then lay down in a different position with shade, one for easy care, and the other for comfort.

On that day, his father Wu Jiaguang rushed from the village to the hillside where the sheep were grazing and called Wu Zidan.

Wu Zidan got up from the grass with a bone, looked at Wu Jiaguang, who was standing in front of a ram, and responded, Dad, I'm here.

Wu Jiaguang said, Zidan, my family's rice field needs to be fertilized, and I don't have money to buy fertilizer, so I plan to take a sheep to the city to sell it for money, and when I have the money, I will buy another pack of urea back.

Dad, let me take the sheep to sell it for money, and promise to buy a pack of urea back. You will look after the sheep for me. Wu Zidan said, passing through a mountain road overgrown with thorns, and then going around to Wu Jiaguang, Wu Jiaguang promised that he could, so he shook the rope in his hand and knotted it into a circle and put it on the neck of a fat ram, and handed over a long rope deliberately left out to Wu Zidan.

He said, "It's okay for you to go and sell the sheep, buy the urea back and put it in the hall, and you will come back in the afternoon to take care of the sheep for me, and I will go back to the fattening."

Wu Zidan kept nodding, then pinched the rope around the sheep's neck and dragged it down the mountain.

The ram seemed to have a premonition of some bad omen, and followed Wu Zidan very reluctantly, but where could he resist a living person, and when he did not leave, Wu Zidan picked up a stick and went around its ass and struck it, and it had to jolt, and under his tuition, he went down the hill in panic, and stepped on the wide road leading to the town.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, when he arrived in the town, Wu Zidan led the fat ram around the street and shouted, selling sheep! Almost no one paid attention.

He targeted a man with a knife of pork and asked, do you like to eat mutton?

The man looked at him, then at the fat ram like a prisoner in front of him, and said to him, Of course I like to eat mutton, but I can't ask for this whole sheep. Why don't you take it to the city and sell it?

Wu Zidan said, if someone in the town wants it, why should I go to the city? That's a long way to go.

The man was a little bit of a point, pointing to a row of meat stalls on Zhenbei Street and saying, anyway, this sheep is killed in the city and in the township, so why not sell it to the butcher who sells pork?

Wu Zidan kept nodding, thinking that this method was good. Sure enough, I found a butcher and sold the fat ram at the price of pork, and got 1,500 yuan.

He had just walked not far from the butcher stall when another butcher came after him, and patted him on the shoulder before he turned back, and was about to ask what was the matter, but the butcher had already spoken, "Alas, do you still have sheep to sell?"

Wu Zidan thought about it, the family raised nearly 100 sheep, but whether to sell or not is not up to him, his father has to be the master, so he said, there are yes, not for the time being.

The butcher said, "You lost money by selling the fat ram just now."

Wu Zidan asked why he lost money, and the butcher told him that you are not a sheep sold at the price of mutton, but a sheep sold at the price of pork. The price of mutton is half higher than that of pork.

Wu Zidan said, can I regret it now?

The butcher said, it's hard to say, he gave you all the money, you agreed, and you are not a three-year-old child. Since you have a lot of sheep, why don't you slaughter them at home, and then sell the meat, or wholesale the mutton, and you will make money.

Wu Zidan said, thank you for the reminder, I still want to go to find the butcher, he made me lose too much. Even if I have no reason to regret it, I have to make it clear.

The butcher came close to him and whispered, "Don't say anything to him that I have spoken to you." In that case, he will hate me, and his peers are enemies.

Wu Zidan said that he would not say what was wrong, so the butcher left.

Wu Zidan went around the production company in the south of the town, and did not immediately buy a bag of urea, but felt uncomfortable, and still wanted to go to the butcher who had been stained with a lot of money to explain the reason clearly, so as not to treat him as a "fool" (stupid) plate.

As he walked over, the fat ram had been put down, and its limbs were moving weakly, clearly jumping, and the long-handled red knife that the butcher was holding had just been pulled away from its neck, and the blood gushing out of it was connected to a round-mouthed porcelain bowl prepared by the butcher.

When the blood was gone, the fat ram remained motionless, but its round eyes full of terror were still wide open, and a light that was very reluctant to die.

When the butcher was squatting there with a knife and skinning the sheep, he suddenly heard someone say, "I can't make a row, I have sold this sheep at a loss." He understood, stopped his hand, raised his head and looked at Wu Zidan, you have to regret it, no way! The sheep were slaughtered. Unless the sheep are not slaughtered before.

Seeing that Wu Zidan didn't answer, he said vindictively, if you want to regret it, you can carry the dead sheep back, return me cash, and compensate me for the slaughter fee of 1,000 yuan.