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In addition to the gray wall opposite Wang Po's small tea shop, there is an additional notice issued by Yanggu County.

A few idle men stood under the notice and read the content on it: "Yanggu County shows: For Jingyang Gang, there is a new big insect that harms people's lives. At present, the rod is limited to the townships and the hunters and other people to fish, but they have not been caught. If there are passing customers and merchants, they can pass through the hill together at three hours, noon, and before the third hour, and the rest of the time and single guests are not allowed to cross the hill, for fear of being harmed. Everyone should be aware. ”

Then the open-mouthed guy sneered: "The big worm on Jingyanggang has broken into the county town to eat people, so what's the use of not going to Jingyanggang?

When these words came out, many people nodded yes, and in the small tea shop opposite the gray wall, there were also a few old tea customers who sighed slightly: "The year is not good, and there are also big insects eating people in the short and small hills like Yanggang!"

There are people who pride themselves on being well-informed in any tea house, and some people drink sour plum soup while talking about their relatives living outside the city, how they watched those famous hunters in ten miles and eight towns, how they were wrapped in tiger skins in the hot world, and hid in the dense forests of Jingyanggang to set up tiger hunting traps. Speaking of the poor people in the yamen, they were forced by the county to fight the tiger within a time limit, and the team leader who presided over the matter was dragged into the yamen every few days to make a board.

When all kinds of gossip were flying, Wang Po pricked up her ears in the tea bureau and listened, and from time to time she had to insert two sentences to enliven the atmosphere between the tea tables, and then carried a large kettle to refill the boiling water for the old customers.

At this moment, the short man who lived in the small building next door was passing by the small tea shop with an empty burden.

The short man's eyes were facing the small building where he lived, and in front of the window on the second floor of the small building, a beautiful woman was looking at him with a smile.

This scene made the dwarf man a little proud and a little inferior, and he didn't even hear the voice of Wang Po: "Da Lang, I've worked hard for a long time, and I'll have a cup of tea." Warm greetings. He ran up the street, and then he saw the young man in front of his small building, which was as strong as an iron tower.

A smile appeared on the dwarf man's face, and he ran to his brother. In front of the small window on the second floor of the street, the beautiful woman looked at the figure of the short man, turned her eyes at the door, and then fell down the window.

This is a very ordinary market Chenguang, no one thinks it is wrong, Wu Dalang looked at Wu Song, and asked first: "Brother, the weather is so hot, what are you waiting for me here?" Or go to the backyard to rest and rest." ”

Wu Song looked at him, the eldest brother, and wanted to say something, remembering how the eldest brother pulled himself in the past, coming and going in the wind and rain, hungry, full, and his body stopped when he was a teenager, but he fell into a three-inch nail, and finally just smiled apologetically: "What the eldest brother said is true." ”

The two walked into the small building, and Wu Da began to be busy making noodles again, preparing to make the cooking cakes and steamed buns that were picked out and sold in the afternoon.

His beautiful wife also came down from upstairs and helped him mix the stuffing and fry the sesame seeds, and there were a few coquettish voices in her words: "Why doesn't the uncle help you?" Otherwise, he just eats us and drinks us, such a big man, but he seems to be an unmarried girl, and he can't be raised by his brother and sister-in-law?"

When he said this, Wu Dalang began to be speechless, with a little silence and three points of forbearance.

Later, he was really forced to ask that he had no choice, so he whispered: "You are at home, just treat me with my brother some good tea, rice, good wine and food." These little things, I don't have to worry about them, and I don't have to do them. ”

In this family, it has always been the woman who is in charge, and Wu Dalang is just working hard, and he is not in charge of big and small things. Such a confrontation has never been seen before.

His wife's willow eyebrows raised sharply, and she sneered: "We are such a pure white family, and we are making a living, why don't we have to take care of it or do it? I will tell you that I am pregnant now, and in a few days, it will be difficult to help you do these rough work." ”

Listening to his wife talk about the child in his belly, Wu Dalang couldn't help but show a hint of joy on his face, smiled, glanced at his wife's still slender waist, and kneaded the dough even faster.

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While the couple were gossiping, Wu Song stood in the backyard, naked, chopping firewood one by one.

The firewood knife in his hand was already very dull, and every time he slashed, he was worried that the edge of the knife had curled up.

But Wu Song chopped very seriously, cutting in half, and the cutting surface of the firewood was smooth like a mirror.

Only when the martial arts are profound and the control of every muscle is to the extreme, can the blunt blade of the firewood knife be made like the famous sword of the master, so that every piece of firewood is so brilliant, so that the carpenter who has accumulated years feels ashamed.

This is really a waste of energy and physical effort, and the firewood is eventually put into the stove and turned into a flame for baking hot cakes, baking sesame pans, and white flour pans. No matter what shape of firewood it is, it won't change this thing in the slightest.

So why did he do it?

Because apart from chopping wood, Wu Song can't find any other way to pass his time now.

He brandished a firewood knife, recalling the eyes of his sister-in-law, who had a strong personality and was exceptionally beautiful, fell on him these days.

There was appreciation and loneliness in those eyes, dissatisfaction and regret.

Appreciation comes from his heroic face and sturdy body, and the loneliness, dissatisfaction, and regret are all because of his brother who has experienced the hardships of the world too early.

Those eyes scratched his neck, chest, back, waist and abdomen like chicken feathers, but soon, they were going to scratch his sister-in-law's own heart, which was not a good thing.

Perhaps, he is destined to be a man of the rivers and lakes who is running around, instead of living under the same roof with his most beloved brother in such a small building?

This thought rose uncontrollably in his heart, and Wu Song chopped the firewood knife down again.

The knife slashed so hard that the firewood rolled straight out of the open backyard door and to the feet of a pair of bastard shoes.

The swarthy skin was exposed in the bast shoes, slightly darker than those who had been exposed to the scorching sun all year round. Dressed in a patched cloth coat and holding a dark cane in his hand, the man lowered his head, revealing his short white hair tied up by a golden ring, reminiscent of the white grass in late autumn.

His hair was white, his skin was dark, and he looked like a decrepit old man, but the man had the face of a young man. He smiled and handed over the piece of wood.

It's just that his smile has no sound, and it turns out that he is mute.