Nine times out of ten, things that are unsatisfactory in the world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the scenery is picturesque, there are occasional wind blows.

When you are getting into a good dream, there is also night rain.

The mulberry picker asked Shi Xiucai to paint a portrait, and she was smiling sweetly.

Someone just stepped into the middle.

"Shi Poor Sour, borrow a few pieces of paper. ”

His eyes were drunk and his face was red.

originally disdained to pay attention to this gangster, but considering that the mulberry girl was here, he was afraid that he would cause trouble and frighten the little girl, so Shi Xiucai had to put down his pen.

"Dare to ask Brother Tai what paper to borrow?"

There are many kinds of paper on Xiucai's stall, which are used to write credits, to write lianzi, to write books, and to paint Danqing.

"I've eaten bad intestines, so I'm going to borrow straw paper!"

Scraping the floor oil twisted up red eyes, and he looked arrogant.

Just give him a few pieces of paper and send him away.

Xiucai lowered his head to take the paper, but strode forward to scrape the oil, and grabbed a handful of good cooked rice with his waist.

"This stack of paper is soft, just right to wipe the uncle's buttocks. ”

After saying dirty words, he didn't leave the oil on the floor, he just stood there and sneered.

Cooked rice paper is expensive, and being snatched away by him is like robbing half of Shi Xiucai's stall.

When passers-by and other stall owners saw it, they also dared to be angry.

Shi Xiucai stood up and glared angrily.

"Shi is poor and sour, if you are reluctant, you can redeem it. ”

raised the familiar xuan in his hand, scraped the ground and smiled.

robbed other people's things, and let others buy them back, in the eyes of scraping oil, there is no royal law in the world.

The sage does not compete with the scum, and he insults Sven.

People don't report their own heavenly reports, how long can they be proud of the rampant villain?

waved his hand at the floor oil, and Shi Xiucai disdained to say another word to him.

Turning around and sitting down, Shi Xiucai picked up the pen, and then sketched the shadow of the mulberry picking girl with a clear heart.

Taking a step back, I thought that things would settle down.

But this pile of rice paper is useless for scraping oil, and he is completely uninteresting.

Seeing that Shi Xiucai no longer looked at himself squarely, he lost face by scraping the floor oil.

If you don't give you a lot today, how will you mix on the ground in the future?

borrowed wine to sprinkle the wind, blew the oil on the ground and threw away the rice paper, and snatched the drawing paper from Shi Xiucai's pen.

The beautiful woman on the paper is slender, and her eyes are full of lust: "This little girl is good, just to wipe the uncle's belly." ”

"You!"

You can bear him snatching papers, but you can't bear him insulting the mulberry girl.

Shi Xiucai had already ignored Sven, stepped out of the stall, and grabbed the placket of the oil-scraping clothes.

"Give it back to me!" Shi Xiucai's eyes were red.

"Don't pay it back!" "Scraping oil looked at Xiucai, arrogant like looking at a three-year-old child.

Seeing the two tearing together, the kind-hearted people were afraid that Xiucai would suffer a loss, so they hurriedly came up to pull the rack.

"Get out of here! Whoever moves again, I'll hit whoever I want!"

There was a roar of scraping oil, which scared away a few honest people.

"You can't leave without giving me back the portrait!"

Xiucai can't fight, so he can only grab the placket of the scraping oil.

Raise the portrait high, scrape the floor and laugh a few times.

Before the laughter fell, a light sound sounded in my ears.

"It seems that this old man likes Shi Gongzi's wonderful brushwork, so let's give him the portrait, anyway, I won't leave, let's just paint another one." ”

Such a pleasant voice was from the mulberry girl, who was not only persuading Shi Xiucai, but also gently put her tender hand on Xiucai's shoulder.

"You draw one, I'll grab one, you paint ten, I'll grab ten!"

The scraping oil is completely laid-back, and you have to bully people to the end.

The mulberry girl smiled faintly, gently took Shi Xiucai's hand, and prevented him from pulling the placket of his clothes with shaved oil.

"Looks like you're scratching the door today. The mulberry girl giggled at Xiucai and led him back to the stall: "We have closed the stall, we will not do business today, I will invite you to eat in the restaurant." ”

Seeing Xiucai and the mulberry girl collecting the stall, they still didn't give up: "The portraits of this little lady are for Lao Tzu to wipe his buttocks, and every time Lao Tzu wipes it, this little lady kisses Lao Tzu's cheek." ”

Scraping the floor and talking obscenely, looking at everyone, he couldn't stop laughing.

The world is difficult, the wicked are in charge, although they dare not act chivalrous, but no one pays attention to this prank.

Xiucai was about to get angry again, but was held down by the mulberry girl, she obviously had half of the green sand, but she smiled brightly: "Let's order a braised bullfrog at noon, I like the bullfrog puffing up but no one cares about it." ”

The warbler Yanyan said by the mulberry picking girl calmed Xiucai's unwillingness and amused the onlookers.

"Stinky girls, you dare to scold me!" Although he is a scoundrel, he is not a fool, he originally wanted to show Xiucai a little bit of power, but he became a joke of everyone by the mulberry picking girl!

"If you hook up with a man, it's *** I'll catch you to ride a wooden donkey!"

Dropping off the portrait, he strode to scrape the floor oil, stretched out his dirty hand, and grabbed the mulberry girl.

He had learned to punch and kick, and this move came so fast that no one had time to guard against it.

Hearing his dirty words, the mulberry picker lost her face, and when she looked back, a black hand was already in front of her.

Seeing that the mulberry picker was about to be caught by him, he scraped the oil but inexplicably slipped under her feet.

The heavy body fell out, and the whole face was dragged in the mud and sand.

Scraping the oil rubbed half of the blood on his face, and he was even more angry in his heart, and as soon as he got up, he suddenly felt that his forehead was about to crack, and his eyes were black.

opened his mouth wide, couldn't say half a word, his face turned blue, his eyes rolled white, and he fell to the ground.

Things have changed again, is it because there is retribution in the dark, and the oil scraping the ground is dead?

While everyone was stunned, a man suddenly popped out of the crowd and reached out to probe the snort of the oil.

This man is thin and withered, and he is also a scoundrel on the ground, known as the grandson of the Wan family.

The lonely grave without a family is buried with his relatives.

Expand the house and open the land, as long as it moves to the lonely grave, it is inevitable that he will knock it out.

After getting the money, he didn't care that the lonely grave was thrown away and his body was abandoned in the wilderness.

He is a grave wealth, as if his ancestors are too many to count, so people laugh at the name of the grandson of the family.

Wan Jiasun probed the snort of the oil scraping, felt his pulse, and suddenly cried and grabbed the ground: "Uncle, uncle, I can't imagine that you have worked hard for half your life and died on the street." ”

only cried this sentence, Wan Jiasun got up and went to catch Xiucai: "My uncle-in-law borrowed two pieces of straw paper from you, and you actually killed him!"

He opened his mouth and grabbed Xiucai's wrist: "Kill someone, don't want to run, you go to court with me!"

Wan Jiasun was thin and small, but he had a few taels of strength, and dragged Xiucai away.

"He fell to his death, what does it have to do with me?"

Xiucai is so naïve that he is even reasonable with scoundrels.

Everyone secretly sighed that Wan Jiasun had a relationship in the yamen, and it was estimated that Shi Xiucai would be knocked off by the wicked again.

"It's okay if you don't go to court, and you can pay my uncle's money. Wan Jiasun refused to let go of Xiucai's wrists and directly extorted money.

Xiucai wanted to argue again, but was stopped by the mulberry girl.

"How many taels of silver do you need to bury him?" the mulberry picker took out her money bag.

Wan Jiasun stared at the money bag of the mulberry girl, and his eyes showed greed.

Xiucai is full of reason, and he is righteous and righteous: "In broad daylight, there is a clear judgment of right and wrong, and when you see an official, you will see an official!"

"You ......" Cai Sang Nu couldn't stop Xiucai, and watched him take the lead in the direction of the yamen.

Some people ran to report to the land to carry the corpse of the oil scraper, and many people followed to the yamen to see the excitement.

The stall that was still full of people just now, at this time, only the mulberry picker was left.

Angry, she bit her red lips and stomped on her lotus feet, and the mulberry girl was alone and angry: "Stupid Xiucai, stupid Xiucai, what can be solved with a few rewards, I have to do a lot of work!"

"If Miss doesn't dislike it, I can also help. ”

Suddenly, someone answered behind her ear, and the frightened mulberry girl turned pale.

When I looked back, I saw a man in a white robe, holding a feather fan, looking at him with interest.