How could an adult believe what a child said?

Under the gaze of his father's majestic eyes, Zhong Kui did not dare to be embarrassed anymore, so he pouted and took out the bowl of boiled sweet potatoes from the pot.

Seeing that his father looked unhappy, Zhong Kui picked up the wooden chopsticks and his eyes fell on the fragrant and sweet sweet potatoes, thinking about how to make his father happy.

With his skeletal eyes, he stared at the large bowl of sweet potato that was rising from the top. Zhong Kui pursed his lips and smiled. Looking at his father, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up the largest and fattest sweet potato, put it in the bowl for him and said: "Dad, you

Thank you for your hard work, you can eat this fat one."

After hearing Zhong Kui's words and looking at the sweet potato in the bowl, Zhong Mingfa smiled bitterly and said: "This is obviously a sweet potato, what's the point of being fat?"

Zhong Kui laughed playfully, picked up the smallest sweet potato in his bowl, put it in his own bowl, and then said to his father: "Dad, I'm young, so I only eat the thin ones."

Zhong Mingfa put the sweet potato into his mouth and said in his heart: This sweet potato is no different from usual, how can this child be judged as fat or thin? An idea came to his mind, and he asked: "What is the fat one? What is the thin one?"

What is it?"

There was a hint of cunning on Zhong Kui's face, and he pretended to eat well. While chewing, he explained to his father: "The fat ones are fat, and the thin ones are ribs."

"Ha~ha~ I really belong to you. An ordinary sweet potato has become a rare treasure in your eyes." Zhong Mingfa said with a cheerful smile. Because of the child's humor and filial piety, the gloom on his face

It was swept away immediately.

Just when the father and son were having a good time, a sound like a drum was suddenly heard from the wooden door, followed by a shout of "Master Zhong, please help."

As soon as Zhong Mingfa put half of the sweet potatoes into his mouth, he was choked by the sound coming from the door of the room. He was so choked that he kept rolling his eyes. Zhong Kui was so frightened that he hurriedly brought a glass of water and brought it to him.

He took a big sip and then put the sweet potato down his esophagus.

Zhong Kui kept wiping his father's back, which made his little heart skip a beat. Naturally, the guy at the door didn't know what happened inside the house, and was still banging on the wooden door tenaciously.

After regaining his breath, Zhong Mingfa cursed loudly: "Fuck you, who is yelling at the door? I almost choked to death." As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the door of the room. Pulling the door made a squeaking sound.

The rattling sound was very harsh at night. When I opened the door, I saw under the dim beam of kerosene lamp that the person coming was the man who came to kill the swineherd in the afternoon.

"Master Zhong..." the visitor stuttered after opening the door.

"Your uncle has passed?" Zhong Mingfa glanced at the other party angrily and said casually. Before the other party could answer, he added: "It's a good thing that he has passed."

Zhong Kui, who was washing the dishes, knew that what his father meant was that he was dead. This was a matter between adults, and it didn't seem to matter much to him, so he didn't bother to ask.

The man's head was nodding like a chicken pecking at rice at first, and then he was shaking his head like a rattle.

Seeing that this guy was a little confused, Zhong Ming became anxious, holding the door with his hand and wanting to close the door.

When the man saw the other party's behavior, it was undoubtedly a silent eviction order. He didn't know how to explain clearly what happened. After holding it in for a long time, he said: "Master Zhong, give me an idea! My uncle suddenly went crazy.

Get up, pick up his butcher knife, and want to kill people..."

Zhong Mingfa's face gave people a cold look, but his heart was warmer than anyone else's. Everyone knew that he loved to help. Otherwise, the people in the village would respect him and be afraid of him. More

I don't dare to provoke him.

At first I heard that the other party said that the swineherd who had been lying in bed for half a month actually got up and took a knife to kill someone. No matter how hard-hearted Zhong Mingfa was, he could not stand idly by.

The man flashed to the door, the word "go" came out of his throat, and he ran towards the village in the south with rapid strides. Although the man was young, he could not outrun Zhong Mingfa. He could only pant and follow closely behind.

Zhong Kui seemed to be used to his father going out at night. After they left, he went straight to close the door. He was playing with the herringbone branch he pulled from the tree in the afternoon.

The butcher is the only butcher in the village. He not only kills pigs but also sheep and cows. As the saying goes, there is no business without treachery. He sells meat without weighing it. He usually uses his eyesight to estimate the meat.

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People eat anything with their mouths open, and their favorite food is pork. So pork is indispensable, but it is limited to those who have money to buy it and those who don’t have money to buy it. You have to buy it on credit. People who have the conditions can have it for three meals a day.

Meat is imported. For poor people, eating meat only once every three to five months is considered good.

As the saying goes, evil spirits are afraid of honest men. Butcher Yan does not dare to provoke weird people like Zhong Mingfa. He just likes to play tricks on those who come to him for credit and have not paid for half a year of arrears. Or they buy things.

Half a pound of pork, cut into minced pieces at home, and boiled in cornstarch. The whole family sits around the table. There is minced meat in a large pot of cornstarch, so that the whole family can get the minced meat into their mouths.

Poor people.

As soon as Butcher Yan saw these people coming, he picked up a sharp knife and cut off the meat. He handed it to the meat buyer, a few meat bones with some shredded meat on them.

"Here~ Master Yan, the money I owe you will be repaid to you another day. Can you just give me a piece of Bora meat today?"

"Go~" Butcher Yan took the money, threw the bones into the visitor's bamboo basket, sat down on the stool with his fat buttocks, and didn't bother to talk to the buyer who had been stunned and didn't leave.

Butcher Yan also had some generous moments, that is, if he saw a slightly pretty woman passing by the butcher shop, he would shout loudly: "Here, fresh pork." This was to attract the attention of the opposite sex. If the woman was caught by his shouting

Attracted by the sound, he would get a pound of pork, and at night he would go to the woman's house and steal the fish.

Butcher Yan's illness was caused by his injuries caused by jumping from a high wall, which later caused other diseases to attack, so he died in this way for half a month.

Butcher Yan is about to pass away. Some people in the village are happy, and those who are happy are all the villagers who have been teased by this guy. Some are worried. What is worried is that after Butcher Yan dies, there will be no pork to eat in the future. Do you think they are worried?

worry?

But the biggest reason is still Yan Tutu, and the root cause of the accident originated from him. It is rare for Zhong Mingfa to talk to others about these irrelevant things. His words are like a mouth without teeth, not reliable. As long as it comes from a certain place

When it comes out, whether you like it or not, it will slip into your ears like the wind.

Words floated into Zhong Mingfa’s ears: Butcher Yan was a ghost. He hooked up with a woman and ended up stealing sex. After climbing over the high wall, he found that all the high walls were filled with cemeteries. He was so scared that he ran away desperately.

When the high wall fell down, my femur fell.

No matter whether Butcher Yan was right or wrong, it didn't seem to matter at this moment. What was important was that when Zhong Mingfa entered the room, Butcher Yan raised the boning knife and stabbed him diagonally at him as he entered the room, full of murderous intent.
Chapter completed!