Calamity Crown

"I'll get it for you again."

The sixth child turned around and ran away.

After a while, he was rescued.

Good guy.

The sixth child came back directly with the basin in his hand.

"Eat as much as you want."

Lao Liu refers to the basin.

"I can't eat that much, just take some."

Goethe smiled wryly.

He was hungry for a moment and couldn't hold back.

It is impossible to squat at the gate of the village and eat croquettes, mainly the croquettes that were fried earlier, which are already cold at this time, and they are not very tasty. You have to wait until they are put together with roasted pork and fried tofu, and topped with scallions and ginger slices , add water and steam it in a pot, and pinch two coriander leaves when it comes out of the pot.

Make excuses twice.

The sixth child gave some meatballs to the young man on guard, and then went back with the basin.

"Aunt Six fried delicious meatballs."

"Well, I heard from my mother that Aunt Six used to work as a cook in the city, and her skills are not bad."

"It's really a blessing that Uncle Six is ​​able to marry Aunt Six."

"That's not."

The young men on guard chatted.

The old sixth is gone, and the young people began to respectfully call him Uncle Six. …

Goethe on the side listened interestingly and continued to ask a few more questions.

Just like before, it's all just random stuff.

Some parents are short-tempered.

Some country anecdotes.

There are also some weirdos.

In short, it is so do as the Romans do.

In the past, Goethe didn't like to listen to it, and it was annoying.

But with the appearance of the profession [Returner], he really loves to hear it.

Maybe it's because it's similar to 'home'.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Mo, that yellow skin is really not a thing. Relying on its own magic skills, it has attracted several girls, and even stopped people to ask them. It looks like a man and a god."

"If you want to say that it looks like a human being, although it can walk upright like a human being, its cultivation is useless. If it holds a grudge, your house will be restless."

"If you want to say that it is like a god, it will immediately become a fairy, but if you open your mouth, you will have to bear its sins. Maybe it will be a disaster."

Around and around, the words circled back to Xian'er again.

There is no way.

Who made the black land feature folk customs?

"What's the matter, it's not right to say anything."

The other young man was fascinated and couldn't help scratching his head.

"Who said it wasn't."

Those who tell this story don't know how to solve it, they can only be bared.

Then, the two involuntarily looked at Goethe.

Mr. Mo, a powerful man, must know.

The two young men thought at the same time, and couldn't help asking.

"You just say that it looks like a 1.7-meter-tall girl with a protruding front and double ponytails. She looks beautiful, rich in wealth, kind-hearted, and just like a big beauty who fell in love with me at first sight."

Goethe did it instinctively, and he spoke out directly.

The two young men were taken aback.

blinked.

Look like this is okay?

"Mr. Mo, are you kidding me?"

asked the storyteller.

"Of course...it's a joke."

Seeing the suspicious eyes of the two young men, Goethe sighed.

Throw out the stalk, can't catch it, it makes people uncomfortable.

Moreover, I have always been called Mr., am I used to it?

Why is it inexplicable, and there is an idol burden?

Goethe thought in his heart, but his expression became serious.

He said.

"When you meet a yellow-skinned son for a seal, you must say that it looks like a human, but it is better than saying that it looks like a god-it has soared in the daytime, leaving you to bear the sins, can you bear it?"

"It is said that it looks like a human, but its cultivation base is gone. Although it can stand and walk, the harm is not serious."

"Besides, you can still discuss with it. Don't come to my house to make trouble. If you agree, I'll let you go. If you don't agree, we'll just lie here together today. It's better than you hustling at my house."

This time, the two young men nodded repeatedly.

Obviously agree with this statement.

More admiration appeared on his face involuntarily.

And the one with a simple and honest face even wiped the gun again and again.

That appearance seems to be saying, with a gun in hand, I am not afraid of you.

Didn't think about it at all, this is the possibility of the story.

stop!

While the three of them were chatting, a whistle sounded from the gun tower.

someone is coming!

Still a stranger!

Today, except for Lao Li who brought Li Changhai and Li Fugui to burn incense on his godmother's tree, no one has left the village. The number of people who come at this time can be distinguished.

The two young men raised their firearms directly. …

No one reminded Goethe to hide or something.

In the eyes of the two young people, this is not necessary at all.

Mr. Mo still needs to remind?

Moreover, with Goethe here, the morale of the two of them rose steadily.

It seems that the sky is falling without fear.

Gradually, a convoy appeared in the field of vision of the two of them.

The team was mixed, including horses, donkeys, and mules. At a rough glance, there were as many as 80 to [-] people. Some were holding firearms, some were simple knives, and more were whistle sticks.

The leader wore a suede dog-skin jacket and a dog-skin hat, held a whip in his hand, and had a short firearm stuck in his waist. When he was four or fifty meters away from Lijiatun, he shook his whip.

Snapped!

"Heck, woo."

The donkey cart stopped steadily, and the leader walked over directly.

"I am Boss Zhao from Zhaojiatun on Ivory Mountain."

Before he got there, this one called out.

"It's Uncle Zhao!"

The honest boy shouted directly.

The other one also breathed a sigh of relief.

Those who celebrate the New Year, even if they are not afraid, do not want to bleed and cause trouble.

"Looking for uncle, why did you come back?"

The honest boy ran over and asked.

"The road was a bit uneven. There was trouble on the 'Longevity Road', so I took everyone to make a detour. Fortunately, I made it back on Thirty Days, otherwise everyone would have to celebrate the New Year on the road."

Zhao Da showed a northern man's smile and pointed to the convoy behind him.

The familiar people in the car were also shouting loudly.

When the people in the village heard the movement, they all rushed out.

"Brother Zhao, let's go after we have a bite to eat, we can catch up."

Aunt Six shouted directly.

This is not politeness, but confidence.

Lijiatun is well-known and wealthy in the neighborhood, and only Lijiatun dares to say this. If you change to other villages, you will make people laugh when you say this. Everyone squeezed their noses to admit it, and then they had to tighten their belts to eat bran and wild vegetables.

In the past, Li Jiatun did not dare.

However, since Lao Li made a fortune, he has confidence.

"No, girl."

"Everyone is returning home like an arrow."

"Just ask for a bowl of hot water to drink."

Zhao Da has been away from home all year round, and his speech is a bit off-putting.

"Look, Brother Zhao, what you said."

"There's no need to discuss it."

"Wait, I'll ask the mothers-in-law to bring it out."

Aunt Six turned around and went back to the village as she spoke. The men are all there, but they don’t need their hands. The men have already chatted with the people in the motorcade. If there are smokers, give them a cigarette. I touched a handful of melon seeds and came out.

During the Chinese New Year, everyone is rich.

Not to mention other things, like cigarettes, usually reluctant.

Most of them use dry tobacco to satisfy their greed.

By the time the mothers-in-law and aunts brought out the bowls and water, everyone had already warmed up.

After all, they are all from ten miles and eight villages.

Going deeper, almost all of them are close relatives.

"Come, try the baked bun."

"My family's roasted Wowo is more fragrant than roasted buns, and has dates."

Enthusiasm is overflowing in front of the village, even the wind and snow can't stop it.

Zhaojiatun's convoy stopped for about half an hour, and then went on the road again.

"After the second year of junior high school, I will come to Lijiatun to pay New Year's greetings on the third day of junior high school."...

Boss Zhao said.

This folklore focuses on grandma’s house in the first grade of junior high school, grandma’s house in the second grade of junior high school, and brothers and sisters and close friends in the third grade of junior high school. Boss Zhao put Li Jiatun in the third year of junior high school, obviously treating Li Jiatun as a relative.