The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Mo Ran smiled again when he said this, and then continued: "A long time ago, there was a child."

Chu Wanning closed his eyes: "Isn't it a cow eating grass? How is it a child?"

"Listen to me first." Mo Ran smiled and said, "Once upon a time there was a child who was very poor. He had no father and mother, and he worked as a child laborer in a landlord's house. A cow. The landlord’s family gave him three cakes a day, and the child felt very satisfied if he could fill his stomach.”

"One day, he went out to herd cattle as usual. On the road, he met a vicious dog and bit the leg of the cow. For this reason, the boy was beaten by the landlord without any accident. After the landlord finished beating him, he let him He went to kill the vicious dog to vent his anger. Otherwise, he would not give the child cake."

"The child was very scared, so he had to beat the dog to death as he was told, and brought him back. But when he returned home, the landlord discovered that the one that bit his farm cattle was actually the county lord's pet dog."

Chu Wanning opened his eyes: "What should I do then?"

"Then what else can we do? That dog is the county lord's favorite, and the dog is used to showing off its power. Who knew it was beaten to death in such a muddle-headed way. If the county lord knew about it, he would definitely not let it go lightly. So the landlord thought more and more. The more angry he was, he still didn't give the child any cake, and even threatened that if the county master came to his door, he would be sent out."

Chu Wanning: "...what a mess, it doesn't make sense at all, I won't listen."

"A lot of things are unreasonable." Mo Ran smiled and said, "It's more money than anyone else, whoever has a hard fist, and who has a big official. The next day, the county master came to find someone. The child was sacrificed Because he was so young, the magistrate was ashamed to lock him up, beat him ten times, and then let him out."

Chu night Ning asked: "The child escaped after he came out?"

Mo Ran said: "Haha, there is no escape, the child still returned to the landlord's house, recovered from the injury, and continued to herd cattle for them. He still eats three cakes every day."

"Isn't he angry?"

"As long as he is full, he will not be angry." Mo Ran said, "If you hit a meal, you will have a meal, and it will pass when it passes. It has been peaceful for more than ten years. Later, the cowherd boy grew up. With him The son of the landlord’s family is also the same age. One day, several distinguished guests came to the landlord’s house. The landlord’s son saw that one of the guests brought a very beautiful agate snuff bottle. He liked it and stole it. "

"That snuff bottle is a family heirloom, very valuable. The guests were panicked and searched for his things all over the house. Seeing that the landlord's son couldn't hide it, he stuffed the snuff bottle into the cowboy's hand and told him that if If he dares to tell the truth, we will never give him food and let him starve to death."

"..." Hearing this, Chu Wanning was speechless. Although Xindao Mo Ran had been living outside since he was a child and lost his loneliness, he grew up in Yuefu anyway, and his mother was the steward of Yuefu. Although it is not happy, it is not miserable. No matter how you make up such a gloomy and gloomy story.

The ink burned with relish: "The snuff bottle was found soon, and the cowherd boy had to bite the bullet and confess in order to eat, but what was waiting for him was another violent beating. This time, they beat him He couldn’t get out of bed for three days. The landlord’s son escaped, so he secretly gave the cowherd boy a steamed bun with pork belly in it. He has never tasted such a delicacy, so while holding the steamed buns, he kept saying to the landlord’s son, thank you, thank you.”

"Don't listen." Chu Wanning was really angry this time, "Why don't you hate it? Don't hate a steamed bun? Thank you, what is there to thank!"

"No." Mo Ran blinked innocently, "You didn't listen carefully."

"Why didn't I listen carefully?"

Mo Ran sternly said: "That's a steamed bun with pork belly."

Chu Wanning: "..."

"Haha, look at your expression, don't you understand? That kid usually only eats one or two pieces of fat meat on New Year's Eve. He thought that he would never know what pork belly is like until he dies. So of course I have to thank you.”

Seeing that the younger brother was choked by himself and had nothing to say, Mo Ran smiled brilliantly and continued: "Anyway, this matter is over. He still holds his own three cakes and lives every day. There is one day……"

Chu Wanning now understands Mo Ran's way of telling stories. As long as "one day" appears, there will be no good things.

Sure enough, Mo Ran said: "One day, the landlord's son committed another crime."

"This time he molested a girl next door at the mill, just as the hapless cowboy ran into him."

Chu Wanning: "...Could it be that the child is topping the bag again?"

"Hey." Mo Ran laughed, "That's it, congratulations, you can tell stories."

"……I go to sleep."

"Don't, I'll finish it soon." Mo Ran said, "This is the first time I've told a story to others, so you just have to give me a face."

Chu Wanning: "..."

"This time, the Cowherd must be the top bag. Because the girl couldn't bear the humiliation, she hit the wall and committed suicide. But the Cowherd is not stupid. If a person dies, he must pay for his life. He can't take the life of the landlord's son." Mo Mo Ran said, "He didn't want to, so the landlord's son locked him and the dead girl in the mill, and then ran to report to the officials."

"This cowherd boy has a lot of bad deeds. When he was a child, he killed the county magistrate's dog for no reason. Later, he stole a guest's snuff bottle. This time he actually raped a commoner girl. Naturally, his crime is unforgivable. No one is willing to listen to his excuse. The stolen goods were taken, and he was arrested."

Chu Wanning opened his eyes wide: "...and then?"

"Then, he stayed in prison for several months. In autumn, he was sentenced to death and sent to Xingtai on the outskirts of the city to be hanged. He followed the execution team in the field row and suddenly saw someone killing people not far away. Cow. He saw it at a glance. That cow, the one he kept since he was a child, is old and has no strength to go to the ground. But the old cow also eats grass. How could the landlord be willing to eat grass and do nothing? It has plowed the land for them all its life, and in the end, they will kill it and eat its meat."

Speaking of such a cruel thing, Mo Ran was not sad, and said with a smile: "But the cowherd boy grew up riding on the back of a cow. He whispered a lot to it, fed it cow grass, and when he was wronged He hugged its neck and cried, he regarded it as his only relative in the world."

"So, he knelt down and begged the prison chief to let him go and say goodbye to the old cow. But the prison chief naturally didn't believe that people and animals would have any feelings, and thought he was playing tricks, so he didn't agree."

"……and then?"

"Then? Then the cowherd boy was hanged. The cow was also killed. The hot blood flowed all over the place, and the people who watched the excitement dispersed coldly. The landlord's family had a meal of beef that night, but the beef was too old. They always get stuffed between their teeth. They eat a little, and if they don’t like it, they pour it all down.”

Chu Wanning: "..."

Mo Ran turned over and looked at him with a smile: "It's over. Does it sound good?"

Chu WanNing said: "Get out."

"When I made it up for myself for the first time, I cried. You are so hard-hearted that you don't shed tears."

"It's because you speak too badly..."

Mo Ran laughed twice, took the shoulders of the little brother, and touched his hair: "There is no way, your brother is just capable. Well, the story is over, let's go to bed."

Chu Wanning didn't say a word. After a long time, he suddenly asked: "Mo Ran."

"Call Senior Brother."

"Why do you tell the cows to eat grass?"

"Because people, like cows, have to eat. In order to eat, you have to do a lot of things. If you can't do it one day, no one will care about you alive."

Chu Wanning stopped talking again.

All that could be heard in the courtyard were the small sounds of the refugees, and occasionally there were one or two ominous screams of ghosts coming from outside the barrier.

"Ink burning."

"Oh, I'm not sensible, call me senior brother."

Chu Wanning ignored him, but asked: "Is there really this child?"

"No." Mo Ran was quiet for a while, then smiled suddenly, the pear dimple was deep and very beautiful.He rubbed the little guy into his arms and said gently, "Of course it was made up to trick you. Be good, go to sleep."

Unexpectedly, after a while, I suddenly heard a commotion in the courtyard.

Someone yelled angrily: "Look for your son, find your son! You are busy, how can you have time to take care of your affairs? Get rid of that corpse for me! Do you know that anyone with blue spots on their body will be killed!! Do you think kill us?"

The sound was like a thunderclap in the dark night. When they heard the word "lift the corpse", everyone exploded. Those who fell asleep for a while sat up with a grunt, and looked at the noisy place together.

Mo Ran blocked the little junior brother behind, glanced at it, frowned and whispered: "Huh? Is it the one at noon?"

The one who was kneeling on the ground and being scolded was the boy named Xiaoman at noon.He was still wearing the strong clothes he wore during the day, but his spirit was completely different.

His whole body seemed to be taken out, and he only hugged the corpse of his adoptive father. The nails on the corpse had grown a lot, which was the precursor of the corpse. When other people saw it, they retreated one after another.The steward of the prefect's mansion was sternly reprimanding him.

"Your father is my colleague, and I feel bad when he is killed. But what can I do? It was you who were hungry last night, so he ran out to find food for you. You are so tired that your father died. Are you still tired of us now? ?”

Xiao Man knelt on the ground with disheveled hair and red eyes: "No, no, I'm not... Dad, Dad. Please, let me see you, you have a way to prevent my father from getting up. Dad was buried properly, please don't...don't dismember him...uh..."

When he said the word "dismemberment", he was already choked up.Burying his face in his palms, he rubbed his face indiscriminately, his lips trembling: "I beg you... let me wait for the young master to come back..."

"It's almost time for Zi Shi. Young Master is outside, how can he take care of your affairs? You know that ordinary corpses can be purified, but your father's blue spots and fingernails have mutated, how can you survive until Young Master comes back?"

"No...it's ok, Uncle Liu...please, I'll be your cow and horse, and I, I will find a way to repay you in the future, please, don't touch my father...please me...I please……"

Seeing his pleading, the middle-aged man in charge sighed, his eyes were red, but he still said, "Oh, you know, you're killing all of us—come!"

"Don't! Don't!!"

But it was too late, no one would help him.Everyone knows that if this corpse is kept, it will definitely become a vicious spirit when the time comes.

The corpse of Xiaoman's adoptive father was forcibly dragged away, and he was taken outside to dismember him.Xiaoman was restrained by several people on the left and right, with blood and tears running down his face, his face was dirty, and he kept howling like a beast, and was finally half-dragged and half-carried away.

After the turmoil passed, there was a discussion in the courtyard, and calm gradually returned.

Chu night Ning did not fall asleep, he bowed his head in thought.

Mo Ran looked at the little junior brother sideways and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"This man lost his dear one, and he did such a stupid thing. His adoptive father's body was taken away, so it is inevitable that he will resent others. I have an uncertain guess. I am wondering whether the failure of the Lin'an Jucheng relocation is due to him. .”

Mo Burning Strike Festival said: "I think so too."

Chu Wanning shook his head and said: "But it's still early, and you can't jump to conclusions, pay attention to him first."