It seems that everything is as old as Yanggu County, Zishi Street.

In addition to the gray wall opposite Wang Po's small teahouse, there was a notice issued by Yanggu County.

Several idle men stood under the notice, reciting the content above: "Yanggu County shows that there is a new big insect on Jingyanggang, which hurts people's lives. Now, the pole is limited to the hunters and other villages to catch them, but they have not been caught. If there are passers-by merchants, you can go through the gang in three hours, Si, Wu and Wei; if you are single guests, you are not allowed to go through the gang in the remaining hours, as you may be injured in your life. Everyone should know."

The open-mouthed guy sneered: "The big insects on Jingyanggang have all entered the county town to eat people, so they don't walk to Jingyanggang. What's the use? One day they pushed the door and went out on the street, but they were taken away by the big insects. They really had no place to deal with it even if they died!"

This made many people nod and say yes. In the small tea shop opposite the gray wall, there were also several old tea shops sighing slightly: "The weather in the year is not good, and there are also big insects eating people in the short and small hills like Jingyanggang!"

No teahouse can be without a person who claims to be well-informed. Someone was drinking sour plum soup while talking about his relatives living outside the city, how they looked at the famous hunters in the village, how they were covered in tiger skins, and hid in the dense forests of Jingyanggang to set up tiger hunting traps. Speaking of the police in the yamen, the county magistrate forced to kill tigers within a deadline, and the head of the squad who was in charge of this matter was dragged into the yamen every few days and beaten up.

All kinds of rumors flew everywhere, and Wang Po pricked her ears in the tea house and listened, and from time to time he would put a few words in to activate the atmosphere of the tea table, and then carried a large kettle to add boiled water to the old customers.

At this moment, the short man living in the small building next door was passing by the small teahouse carrying an empty load.

The short man's eyes were facing the small building where he lived. In front of the second floor window of the small building, a beautiful woman was looking at him with a smile.

This scene made the short man a little proud and inferior, and he didn't even hear Wang Po's warm greeting: "Dalang, thank you for your hard work for half a day, and have a cup of tea." He ran happily on the street, and then saw the stout young man like an iron tower in front of his small building.

A smile appeared on the low-hearted face of the short Han, and he ran to his brother happily. In front of the small window on the second floor of the street, the beautiful woman looked at the figure of the short man, her eyes turned at the door, and then she fell down the window.

This is the unusual city sky, and no one thinks it is wrong. Wu Dalang looked at Wu Song and asked first: "Brother, the weather is so hot, what are you waiting for here? Or go to the backyard to rest."

Wu Song looked at his elder brother and wanted to say something. He remembered how his elder brother used to pull himself up. He went from wind and rain. After a hungry and fullness, his body stopped when he was a teenager, but he fell into the nickname of three inches. Finally, he just smiled apologetically: "Brother is talking about it."

The two walked into the small building, and Wuhan University began to be busy kneading the noodles again, preparing to make steamed buns that they would pick out to sell in the afternoon.

His beautiful wife also walked downstairs, helped him to make up the filling and stir-fry sesame seeds, and said a few coquettish words: "Why don't my uncle work with you? Otherwise, he just ate ours and drank ours. What a big man, but he seems to be an unmarried girl, and he can't rely on his brother and sister-in-law to raise her?"

After saying this, Wu Dalang was still speechless at first, with a little silence and a little tolerant.

Later, when I was forced to ask that there was nothing I could do, I whispered: "You are at home, just keep some good food and food with my brother, and good wine and food. My Erlang doesn't have to care about these small things, nor do you have to do."

In this family, women have always been the ones who are in charge. Wu Dalang just works hard and he is not allowed to do big or small things. Such contradictory has never happened before.

His wife's pair of willow eyebrows suddenly raised and sneered, "We are so innocent and are running a business. Why don't we care or do it? I told you that I am pregnant now, and in a few days, it will be difficult for you to do these rough work."

Listening to his wife talking about the child in her belly, Wu Dalang couldn't help but show a hint of joy on his face. He smiled, glanced at his wife's still slender waist, and kneaded the dough even more happily.

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While the couple was talking, Wu Song stood in the backyard, barely slashing the firewood one by one.

The hatchet in my hand was already very dull. Every time I slashed, I would worry that the blade would roll up.

But Wu Song chopped it very seriously, with one knife and two halves, and the section of the firewood was as smooth as a mirror.

Only with profound martial arts and extreme control of every muscle can the blunt hatchet make it like a master's famous sword, making every piece of firewood cut so brilliant, making the carpenter who has accumulated a lot of years feel ashamed.

This is really a waste of energy and physical strength, and these firewood will eventually be put into the stove and become a hot baking pancake, a flame of roasted sesame cakes and white-floured cooked pancakes. No matter what shape of firewood is, it will not change the matter in the slightest.

Then why did he do this?

Because Wu Song can't find any other way to pass his time except chopping wood.

He waved the hatchet and recalled the eyes of the sister-in-law who was strong and extremely beautiful these days, with her eyes falling on her body.

There is appreciation and loneliness in that look, and there is dissatisfaction and regret.

Appreciation comes from his heroic face and strong body, and the loneliness, dissatisfaction, regrets are all because of his brother who has experienced the hardships of the world too early.

Those eyes scratched his neck, chest, back and waist like chicken feathers, but soon, they were about to scratch his sister-in-law's own heart. This was definitely not a good thing.

Perhaps, I am destined to be a gangster who is traveling around, rather than living under the same roof with my beloved brother in such a small building?

This thought arose in his heart, and Wu Song slashed the hatchet again.

The knife was very fast, and the firewood rolled out of the open backyard door and rolled straight to the feet of a pair of hemp shoes.

The dark skin was exposed in the hemp shoes, which was slightly darker than those exposed to the scorching sun all year round. People were wearing a patched cloth, holding a dark crutch in their hands, lowering their heads, revealing the short white hair that was horned by the golden ring, reminding people of the white wet in late autumn.

His hair was white and his skin was dark. He looked like a decayed old man no matter how he looked, but the man had a young man's face. He smiled slightly and handed over the piece of wood.
Chapter completed!