Smoking will cause constipation, but Zhang Ze, a little fat man who doesn't smoke and feels that life is boring, squatted in front of the door at this time, smoking a cigarette.

Even if he was imprisoned and squatted for ten days, the water dog was generally beaten by Qian Jiao, Zhang Ze, who had his hands in his trouser pockets, his head and chin facing the sky, and only his eyes would look down when he looked at people, his majestic ruffian aura is still the same as it was back then.

The white fat and fat on the body are not half thin.

The fat man Zhang has been home for four days, and he has nothing to do, so he lights cigarettes one by one at the door of his house all day long, rolls his shirt to reveal his white belly, and looks at the breeze and the moon boringly.

As soon as he saw the girl passing by, he whistled a few times and shouted that his ass was so round;

When he saw a child passing by, he squeezed his eyebrows and shouted a few times, greeting his dead father's surname;

When he saw a young man from another village, he was terrible, so he pulled up the broom and drove away, and if he didn't work, he would pick up a big knife and chop it;

Zhang Ze was really bored, he was so rampant, but no one dared to hit him, even if he was bold, he was easily knocked down twice.

The young man on Ten Mile Street is almost dead. Ah Cai, the girl who was played with chrysanthemums by Qian Lai, didn't know where to hide. At Mo Xiaohe's house, who had a good time next door, the door was always closed.

A few days ago, Mo Xiaohe and his sister didn't just take him to Hanoi County, split the Forbidden City, and scolded the Emperor of the Great Xia Bird and the legendary old man surnamed Xia, where did he run now? The little fat man wondered how his brother actually had such a fierce stupid sister? That was a flying immortal.

No wonder he was so afraid of his sister at the beginning, and he had to hold his heartbeat at a glance. It turns out that the phoenix on her muslin will really fly into the sky, shocked, spewing nirvana fire in her mouth, and swallowing people in one bite.

At the beginning, the people on Shili Street were not afraid of his sister, only he was afraid, and it seems that his vision is also very chic. At least only he can see that the phoenix is alive.

The little fat man slapped the fat on his stomach and snapped, holding his head high and looking down at the clouds in the sky, looking like a gangster who was about to fight.

This Xiaohezi has a sister, and now he won't fly to the sky, and he forgot to put it himself? Why didn't he help him fight? And he dragged his hands in his trouser pockets like this, how could he not be embarrassed, right?

Oops, the ruffian Zhang suddenly felt hot all over, unable to breathe, and unable to move. He felt a coercion coming from an inexplicable place, like a stinky stone pressing down on his heart.

It seems to come from Mo Xiaohe's house, as if it is a phoenix.

There seems to be some kind of wriggling animal in his belly, and he wants to burst out.

"Uncle, don't go!"

Zhang Ze heard an exclamation.

"I'll you!"

The fat man Zhang rushed to the eaves of Mo Xiaohe's house, and robbed Tong Tong and patted on the door, "Xiaohezi, why don't you tell me when you're back!"

"The surname is Chen, come out of the house with chicken legs!" the fat man turned around and shouted at his mother.

Aunt Ying also twisted her buttocks, like a fat bird trotting out of the house, and the familiar shrill voice sounded, "Where is Xiaohezi? What are you dead fat man yelling about!"

The invincible Zhang Ze was not afraid of Aunt Ying's ferocity at all, and scolded with his head held high, "Dead fat woman! You are old and yellow, and your ears are deaf, what can you hear?"

"Xiaohezi, are you back?Why don't you come out to meet the eldest lady!" Aunt Ying, who never suffers from scolding the street, didn't care at all, and shouted at Mo Xiaohe's house, "Auntie, an old hen has laid eggs again, and it has been stored for you for several days." ”

With a creak, Mo Xiaohe pushed open the door halfway.

The light of the morning light was very dazzling, and there were many familiar faces under the lush grass and trees, and many of the houses in the distance were overgrown with weeds.

On the potholed dirt road in front of the door, there were a few widows carrying orphans on their backs, carrying hoes, as if they were ready to plough the fields, and groups of barefoot children of seven or eight years old, in pairs, jumping and jumping, looking ready to work for others to earn money.

Many people died, and those who are alive are still smiling.

Mo Xiaohe glanced at the eaves of his house that he hadn't seen for many days, but was still spotless, and then smiled stupidly at Zhang Ze and Uncle Ying. Smile without showing shyness or liveliness.

Aunt Ying came up and pinched Mo Xiaohe's face, "I heard that you went to the Forbidden City of Hanoi County to kill people?

Zhang Ze habitually crossed his pants pockets, his head and chin turned to the sky, and his eyes looked down at Mo Xiaohe, looking dissatisfied, "You kid is not interesting enough! Don't call me when you go to fight! Don't tell me when you come back!"

Zhang Laosan, who was wearing only one pair of pants, trotted out of the house and stood from a distance to watch.

Mo Xiaohe was stunned, just cracked his mouth and smiled. Except for a few people, everything else seems to have changed much, and it is lively again.

"Yo! Xiaohezi is really back. Aunt Chen also leaned out half of her body out of the house, "Have you had breakfast?" Today, the eldest lady just killed chickens and had chicken legs. ”

Mo Xiaohe does not pick up stubble.

"What are you going to her house to eat?", Aunt Ying on the side was a little unhappy, holding Mo Xiaohe's arm and about to pull it away, "Auntie will also kill chickens for you! Auntie An old hen has been raised for more than half a year, and the meat is more fragrant for you." ”

Chan just smiled wryly.

"Old fat woman, isn't it the same to eat at anyone's house!" Zhang on the side was very dragging and unconvinced.

One old and one young, one big fat and one small fat don't let anyone, "Dead fat people have more fat and less knowledge, of course it's different." Your chickens will be eaten by you in less than three days, and there will be meat, and even if there is, it will be more fragrant than mine?"

Aunt Ying then approached Mo Xiaohe and muttered in a low voice, "Say it again." Xiaohezi doesn't eat at Auntie's place, what are you going to his house for, right?"

"The surname is Chen, you go and kill the wild boar that Zhang Hu beat yesterday, and stew it immediately. The little fat man took it as if he was greeting the little two in the store and called out to his mother, "I am disgusted by this old fat woman, our family has no meat to eat, you can afford to lose people, and I can't afford to lose it." Did you hear the surname Chen?"

Chen froze instantly, his face full of reluctance.

Aunt Ying knew that her family background was not solid enough, so she didn't dare to reply, so she quickly pulled Mo Xiaohe and slipped away.

"Don't run away, old fat woman, don't you have more meat than anyone else in the family? I still have three cows at home that I haven't killed!"

The little fat man didn't plan to stop there, rolled up his shirt, and slapped the fat on his body, "You and I have this fat meat turned into sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes and weeds?"

"And who wants to compare with me who has more meat in his house?" the little fat man turned to glance at the villagers passing by and watching the excitement, and shouted in a loud provocative voice, "I still have three cows, ten pigs, sixteen sheep, and forty-six chickens in my house!

The people in the distance just looked at him and smiled, but Aunt Ying had already pulled Mo Xiaohe into the house and disappeared.

Shili Street, with poor mountains and bad waters, is naturally not as good as a big county town with high-rise buildings. The Diao people here are generally poor and sour, and it is not uncommon to be unclothed, and a piece of clothing is worn by the father for his son, and the son is tired of wearing it for his younger brothers and sisters.

If you want to talk about family property, at most it is a few acres of fields, a few grasslands, a few chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle and sheep. I can't starve to death, I can't afford to be rich, and I make do with my life. If you can eat a meal of meat during the New Year's holidays, it is a delicacy in the world.

Zhang Ze's father eats official salary, and his mother is smart and capable, so naturally there are few people who are more solid than his family. Besides, a few days ago, Emperor Daxia personally ordered that Zhang Hu had made a contribution to solving the case of Qian Lai and Qian Yan, and he was promoted to the position of the mayor of Shili Town.

Seeing that no one dared to respond to his provocation, the little fat man Zhang Ze was instantly full of spirit, sat back on the chair in front of his house, smoked, and his face was unmatched.

"That old man, what are you looking at!

"Which village are you from? Dressed like no one or ghost, are you here to steal chickens and touch dogs! I'll break your legs!"

Zhang Ze's eyes narrowed, and he got up and shouted at a person.

It was an old man, dressed in a black robe, with a wisp of white beard, with a smile on his face, and his clothes fluttering, coming slowly.

"You're still laughing, believe it or not, I'll knock out your front teeth with one punch!" Zhang Ze was angry when he looked at this kind of ghost appearance of fairy wind bones.

The old man glanced at Zhang Ze meaningfully, took a step forward from afar, and instantly approached Zhang Ze.

The little fat man lost all his strength in an instant, and his legs went weak.

Poor his old lady Chen screamed out and rushed forward to hug him.