So What If You've Been Reborn?

Qu Hong didn't come to "teach" Chen Ho at all, instead he slipped the fat man Shi Zhonghuo over to "teach" Chen Ho.

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, nature is similar, habits are far away."

"..."

Chen Ho saw the roar of laughter in the main room in the distance, the drunken rough men, and Qu Hong who was squatting by the kitchen stove with a broken three-character scripture reading to the fat man, and he couldn't find anything to say for a long time.

"What do you mean?" Qu Hong stroked his beard and pretended to be a gentleman.

It was strange for Shi Zhonghuo to know, it stared at Qu Hong inexplicably, and then carefully glanced at Chen Ho.

"Stay at the door, don't allow anyone to come in." Master Qu ordered the little apprentice.

Chen Ho didn't understand why he was asked to go outside to watch out for reading the Three Character Classic. Out of the trust of "this is Shi Feng's master, and also my master", he groped his nose and went out.

As soon as I stood by the door, I saw a horrifying scene when I turned around.

Qu Hong picked up the rope of the apron around Shi Zhonghuo's neck, looked left and right for no one, and directly stuffed the fat pier into the stove.

"..." Chen He almost tripped over the threshold.

Master Qu moved to the side of the stove with the pipe in his mouth, flipping through the scrolls clatteringly: "What this means is to tell you that everyone is born equally good, but the role you play is different in different places. It has become good and evil... Cough, the fire that causes trouble, and the fire that is well-behaved."

Shi Zhonghuo sat on the burning pyre, dazed.

"Do you think the fire here is strong?" Qu Hong asked with a smile.

Fatty snorted immediately.

"What it can do, how about you?"

Shi Zhonghuo looked at Qu Hong blankly.

"The firewood in the stove is almost exhausted, so I won't add any more. Come on, let's stew the pot of soup on the stove." Qu Hong took out a handful of rice dumpling candies from nowhere, and showed it to Fatty, "When it's done, give it to me." you."

Chubby patted his belly arrogantly.

Not rare, it has.

As a result, what was photographed was a sticky hand of syrup, Shi Zhonghuo was dumbfounded, staring blankly at his chubby palm, the flames were dancing happily, and quickly licked away the sticky sugar traces in the belly pocket of his fingertips.

Master Qu smoked his cigarette slowly: "Huowazi is so good, I'll give you a zongzi candy first."

Fat Dun raised his hand to catch it, and started to stare angrily.

The heat in the kitchen soared, and it was conceivable that the rice dumpling sugar melted again...

Shi Zhonghuo was about to cry, but Qu Hong quickly stuffed it with another candy.

"Chirp?" Fatty was at a loss.

"Is it better to hold it in your hand, or to burn it up?" Qu Hong tapped the stove with the tobacco rod, and then quickly retracted it. After a while, the tobacco rod became hot to the hand.

Shi Zhonghuo was greedy, held the rice dumpling candy and refused to put it in, and when he encountered a flame, he immediately waved the flame away angrily—it was his candy, and he only allowed himself to lick it up.

After all this repeated tossing, the stove didn't start to burn, the sugar was gone all over the place, and the hot soup on the stove was boiling.

When Qu Hong saw something bad, he hurriedly called the little apprentice in, dragged Shi Zhonghuo out of the stove, and then slipped away without anyone noticing.

After a while, the aroma of broth wafted into the main room.

The men who smelled it kept clamoring for a bowl of sober up.

"Strange, isn't the soup on the stove prepared for tomorrow? Who forgot to turn off the fire?" The women doing the work were startled and ran to see, staring in a daze at the fragrant hot soup and almost no shortage of firewood .

"Impossible, even if the fire is left on, at least it must be stewed until night..."

They don't need to stretch out their chopsticks to poke. Just by smelling the smell, they can tell that the meat in the soup is fully cooked. The bones and muscles are so crispy that they can't be seen. When the fire is extinguished, the soup will be cold if it is not scooped out.

After the broth was finished, two healthy and strong women somehow wanted to lift the cauldron to see what was going on underneath, but they couldn't hold it, and the whole stove collapsed.

In an instant, everyone kneeled in fright.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are scorched black marks on the solid wall of the hearth. What kind of fire can burn the hearth?Immediately, a group of people were frightened and kowtowed desperately to the New Year picture of the Stove Lord.

As for the culprit, Chen He had already carried him to the corner of the backyard.

"Fish." With a handful of zongzi candy in his pocket, Pang Dun began to firmly ask Chen He for what he had just agreed to.

Where did Chen He go to find fish for it, and couldn't help but press him on the stone bench: "Be honest."

Chubby glared at him angrily.

Chen Ho looked at Qu Hong vigilantly, for fear that he would take out a copy of Mencius and read to Shi Zhonghuo, "Fish, I want what I want".Shi Feng said that Nan Hongzi had traveled all over the world and done everything. Thinking about it now, he must have never been a school teacher.

Qu Hong clicked his tongue and knocked off Pang Dun's outstretched hand: "Fish, money? Do you understand?"

Chen He: ...

The days that followed were wild and wild——Qu Hong took Shi Zhonghuo to the river outside the city, and let the fat man flop around in the puddles to catch fish, and his body was covered in mud. Although he couldn't say clearly, there was still a group of mud Wazi followed behind it enviously.

A few days later, Chen Ho saw a fat man dragging a herring to show off.

"Fish!" He patted the gills of the fish proudly, and then the fish body smoked, the fragrance was overflowing, and the scales were browned.

Master Qu chased after him, and stopped him loudly: "You can't eat it, you cleaned out the belly of the fish, scraped off the scales—"

The conversation stopped abruptly, because the fire in the stone burned all those burdens.

"What are you doing in a daze, lookout!" Qu Hong turned around and caught Chen Ho and shouted.

"..."

Sure enough, after a while, someone wandered out of the courtyard following the smell and stretched his head: "What kind of smell is this? Is it grilled fish? Can you ask the brothers to order wine and food?"

"Why are you joining in the fun? Children are messing around!"

Qu Hong held the cigarette pole in a serious manner, patted his sleeves and went out, and looked at the little apprentice who was standing by the courtyard gate as a wooden stake with satisfaction.

The rough man was startled: "Master Qu, you are always here."

"It's okay, I'll eat in the house later."

At noon that day, there was a solid grilled herring on the table. Some parts were overly charred, some parts were half-cooked, and the most important thing was that there was no salt. With a straight face, he tore off pieces of fish meat and dipped them in sauce for dinner.

"Master Qu, we've made a lot of money from this business." Why do we have to eat this.

"Do you dislike the apprentice's child's craftsmanship?" Qu Hong squinted.

"No no, how come?"

The rough guys laughed dryly, and immediately grieved.

Shi Zhonghuo kicked his fat legs, sat on the stool next to him, looked around curiously, then leaned into Chen He's ear and said, "It's unpalatable."

Pointing to Qu Hong, indicating that it was he who said it, and then grinning happily, like every naughty boy who succeeds in pranking.

Chen Ho really wanted to tell Fat Dun to stop tossing around, but although the alley was deep and the yards were many, there were quite a few people living there, and they rushed around without even knocking on the door. Chen He was often ordered by Qu Hong to watch the wind.

When the weather got hotter and everyone was sweating profusely in their unlined jackets, Master Qu finally taught Shi Zhonghuo to speak awkward words.

Its face is so fat that its facial features can't be seen clearly. It sounds good to say that this baby is blessed, but bad to say it is obese, so it is regarded by others as having some brain problems.

Master Qu's apprentice came from a mysterious background, and the child he brought was a bit weird. He was originally the target of many people's inquiries, but after hearing that the child's head was a little bad, and seeing the clumsy appearance of the fat man, his vigilance turned into pity.

"Hey, little brother Chen, you don't look like such a big kid."

The rough guys had nothing to do, so they came to chatter with Chen He.

Chen Ho has never met anyone with such an identity in his two lifetimes—not his subordinates (his subordinates are his own subordinates), not an enemy, nor a "neighbor" or "ally" with good strength and worthy of contact.

The humility and alienation that Chen Ho used to deal with passers-by obviously didn't fit in with Qu Hong's subordinates. They were a group of men who drank and used to force, ate meat and tore them with their hands, could fall asleep without a house, and their hearts were wider than the Yellow River.

They didn't dare to ask more about Mr. Qu. When they got home, the servants were talking about it. They listened to it, and then walked around in front of Chen He one after another.

——What Master Qu's apprentices, based on their years of experience in the rivers and lakes, this must be a deceitful statement.

Chen He himself deliberately showed clues to make people guess that something happened to a certain rich family or a certain sect. In a hurry, the child had no one to trust him to, so he let him go to Master Qu for asylum.

Everyone looked around, the baby looked like a fool, and it was useless to rescue him, so they turned their attention to Chen He.

"Actually, that's my brother-in-law." Chen He thought about it, and he still gave Shi Zhonghuo a clear idea of ​​his identity.

"I'll just say it!"

A rough man slapped his thigh fiercely and yelled: "Brother Chen has such a handsome appearance, how can he be a general of the nursing home, at least he must be a young cousin, the kind that girls in dramas often marry."

Chen He: ...

The rough guys echoed repeatedly: "That's right, tigers are smarter!"

After inquiring about Chen He's identity, they were not interested in asking any more questions.

Since Mr. Qu was not afraid of taking the trouble to accept these two "refugees", and he smiled at them on weekdays, maybe they had some kind of friendship, so they were happy to pretend to be stupid.

"Brother Chen, have you ever been to the capital? Let me tell you—"

The method for the rough guys to start the conversation is very simple, squatting together in Yanzhi Lane, Kanjing City, and Qinhuai River in Jinling.Everyone said it as if they had really been there, and they kept making others nod to admit that there was such a thing.

"Northern girls play the pipa, playing it backwards, right?"

"..."

This is not a girl, but a stone mural.

"Where, the girl in the Yangzhou building is multi-talented, gentle as water, with long sleeves, and beautiful eyes, but with a little more makeup." Another man pretended to read a thousand sails, shaking his head and commenting.

Yes, this one is visiting the theater.

The members of the Escort Bureau didn't know the basics, and it was difficult to reveal their faults in front of Chen He, so they just laughed loudly, and some even arrogantly took out a torn book and slapped it on the big bluestone next to it.

"What kind of atmosphere are you blowing, this is a licensed product I brought from Qinhuai River, what a guy, understand?"

Chen He lowered his head, and suddenly found that the "erotic book" was so rough that only two people could be seen. The face was painted crookedly, and the upper body was out of proportion to the legs. The ink was uneven, fat and thin.

With his calm appearance, the blushing guys who bet behind their backs that the boy who "doesn't know the age of love" can't expect it. "How much money the seller charged you, you were cheated!" other side.

Guys, you look at me, I look at you, and suddenly let out a low cry.

"Oh, I've heard that rich Yuanwai's family can buy such high-quality albums. Little brother Chen has seen it?"

"I heard that some mysterious Jianghu sects still have the method of harvesting yin and nourishing yang!"

"Do you have it? Where can I buy it? Money is not a problem. If I can't eat meat for a few months, I will be fine."

"There's still money for drinks!"

"Brother Chen, show me the way!"

After a commotion, Chen He vaguely remembered that there really seemed to be a stack of beautifully drawn and expensive erotic pictures in his storage bag. He bought them in Yuzhou, but he couldn't get them out.

Because... Cough, don't mention it.

Qu Hong came out from the house to look around, saw Chen He standing outside watching the wind, chatting with his subordinates, and smiled meaningfully: This little apprentice is full of an air of being far away from the world and being unkind. The law and temperament will only go further and further, and it is easy to break the rigidity, so it is just right to give him some smoke and fire.

East China Sea.

"Say it again?" Shi Feng looked at his subordinates coldly, and Yuzhou Moxiu almost trembled.

"Mozun... Young Master Chen, he hasn't come back yet."