Republic of China

Chapter 263 The Troubles of Happiness

Question: Would you rather believe that a rag picker can pick out a small museum, or would you rather believe in V5 Xiang Qin?

Zhao Sanyuan doesn’t believe anyone anyway.

The outrageousness of the two can be completely equal.

Even if you don’t mention the treasures in the house, just going out and returning home loaded with food and pork is shocking enough, right?

First, what year is it now? Ordinary people may not be able to buy fine grains if they have money, but you are lucky enough to have picked up at least ten kilograms of rice, millet, and two large pig legs.

Secondly, it is well known that the attack power of black pigs in the wild is no less than that of jackals, but in bad times, people are hungry and anxious, no matter what you are, they will have to take a bite to die, so except for scavenging animals, the rest are not casual. When you go down the mountain, you turn around and run away when you see humans. The chances of seeing large beasts on both sides of ordinary roads are very low.

Finally, how fast can the big black pig hit itself to death? Even if he's in heat, he won't attack a big tree. If he hits him, he'll be killed. However, Ouhuang just happens to stumble upon a gift from nature.

The combination of many factors really makes no sense.

Anyway, none of the brothers could convince themselves that accepting it was just luck.

"Brother Liu, do you believe it or not?" Xiucai asked Old Liu beside him in a low voice.

"I can't believe it even the stupid roe deer can believe it? There must be something going on here. Didn't we not see it all the way? Although the area around Shimen County is not a disaster area, it is not a place where we can live and work in peace and contentment. How can we wander around and pick up fine grains and pork? ? Could it be that all the big treasures in the wing were picked up? If that’s true, I’ll find a big tree and hit him to death.”

Lu Xiucai was not as harsh as Old Liu, but his thoughts were very different, and he immediately turned his eyes to Ou Huang, who was waving a horse spoon in front of the stove again.

"careful!"

Ou Huang's hand was unstable and the salt shaker came out.

The salt jar for ordinary people is so important. Even coarse salt has to be poured many times and the price has doubled several times to buy it. If the salt particles in this jar are sprinkled in an iron pot, it will definitely cause cardiac arrest.

Ou Huang reflexively reached out to fish it out, but he missed it by a hair. His fingertips only touched the bottom of the salt shaker, making the parabola even bigger.

slam-la-

An outrageous scene occurred.

The salt shaker just clicked on the other pottery bottle on the stove, as if God had designed it.

Ouhuang breathed a sigh of relief and invited his son to taste the soup.

"Yeah, it's just salty. You don't need to add salt, Dad."

???

Zhao Sanyuan took a breath of cold air.

Because all the salt spilled from the salt shaker fell into the soup, but it was not salty or bland just right? What kind of fucking good luck is this?

It’s even more outrageous again.

Ou Huang was walking into the house carrying the vegetable basin. He suddenly remembered that he didn't take the green onions and turned around to walk back. By chance, a lump of bird droppings hit the place where he was standing. If he hadn't turned around, this big lump of bird droppings would have hit him. It was in the vegetable basin and I couldn't eat it.

Gradually, Zhao Sanyuan felt that Ou Huang was not simple.

Just talking about luck, it seems to be really overwhelming.

Or is everything just a coincidence?

On the other hand, Lao Kang began to ponder for a moment, and he didn't know what he thought of.

There was a lot of fun at the dinner table. Ouhuang was very hospitable. Not only did he cook the two new pig legs he got today, but he also brought out basically all the good things at home, not to mention the little shuanzi. I wonder if he got it from the role play before. The play was too deep, and Zhao Sanyuan was asked to accompany someone else's kid, which made the whole audience laugh.

It is said that the people in the land of Yanzhao have a forthright temperament, and it seems that this is indeed the case.

After eating for a while, the brothers discovered something strange.

Ou Huang rarely eats vegetables. He basically eats a mouthful of rice and a bite of chili, and he eats a lot of chili.

The scholar thought it was Ou Huang who gave all the dishes to the guests to save money. He couldn't help but be moved and said: "Brother Ou, you also eat vegetables, don't just eat chili peppers."

"Little brother, I don't know. I lost taste in my mouth a few years ago. I don't feel anything when I eat. Only when I drink wine and eat chili can I feel that I am really eating and drinking."

Spicy is a sensation of pain, not taste. It is a signal that stimulates pain nerves to be transmitted to the brain. The burning sensation after drinking alcohol enters the throat is similar.

Lu Xiucai was greatly surprised. Seeing that Ou Huang was not very old, he did not appear to have any strange diseases like old age.

"Not only is there no taste in my mouth, but my nose is also broken. I can't smell anything. It seems to have no other use except breathing."

In addition to the illusory sixth sense, he has lost two of the five human senses, which is indeed abnormal.

"Master, Brother Ou doesn't seem to be simple. When he was cooking just now, I vaguely felt something flashing by, but he didn't seem to know it at all."

Faced with the eldest disciple's doubts, Mo Wenshan didn't say much. He said he should eat and drink as he should, but asked: "It doesn't matter how good the family is. If they entertain us with good food and drinks, don't be a villain and have a gentleman's heart. As for his family's Hengshui Laobaigan is really good. If you have time, go to the market and buy some to drink on the road."

Kang Muang continued to pour wine for Master and whispered: "How can you do that, Master? I'm afraid that something evil is eyeing Brother Ou. He deserves to be treated well and entertained without even asking for money. It's a shame." "

"Then what do you want to do?"

"If I have time, I want to investigate what happened to Brother Ou. If there is really something dirty, we can help him."

Mo Wenshan happily took a sip of wine and said nonchalantly: "There's nothing wrong with being kind, but don't go too far. We're all just outsiders. Anyway, I don't care. You guys can handle it on your own."

Master, master, once a teacher, always a father.

When children grow up, parents always set rules for their children according to their own way of dealing with the world. Mo Wenshan has always treated his two apprentices freely and will only talk about it when necessary. There is no need to give up. Motivation to help others.

Parents can just sit tight on the Diaoyutai and wait until their children can't grasp the situation before they come out to take charge of the overall situation. The educational significance will be more profound.

This is not allowed to be done and that is not allowed to be done. Instilling that this is right and that is wrong without allowing children to experience the practice for themselves will most likely lead to rebellious psychology and a vicious cycle.

In summary, don’t be so controlling. As long as it doesn’t violate national laws and family rules, there won’t be any big problems.

Judging from the results, Mo Wenshan was relatively successful because the moral character of both apprentices was the best choice.

Why do you say it's okay?

Because there are flaws.

Lao Kang could resist his curiosity and planned to investigate secretly. Lao Liu and Xiucai had similar ideas.

But Zhao Sanyuan really couldn't help it. He was about to explode. Between worldliness and curiosity, he completely leaned towards the former.

The ordinary classmate Xiao Zhao is actually quite able to keep his composure. He can't be said to be diversified in his way of dealing with the world, at least he doesn't have any serious problems, but it's really hard for him to suppress his curiosity.

He raised his glass in toast, and then Zhao Sanyuan became bored without waiting for Ou Huang to answer.

"It's a respect for me to do it first, but there is something that makes me panic without asking. I would like to ask Brother Ou to clarify my doubts."

Ou Huang was puzzled. It was not difficult for him to see that these people were all capable people. What kind of confusion could he, a common man, solve?

"You're welcome, little brother. Just ask whatever you want. It's just that I don't know much, so I'm afraid I won't be able to answer."

Zhao Sanyuan pointed in the direction of the wing and got straight to the point, "Brother Ou, what's going on in the wing?"

"The wing room? It's the warehouse where sundries are usually kept." Ou Huang suddenly realized after saying this, thinking that Zhao Sanyuan disliked the wing room for being too messy. "Please be patient, little brother. I will go and clean it up later. I really can't handle those useless bottles." Throw some bottles and cans to make room.”

puff--

Lu Xiucai turned around and squirted out a mouthful of cabbage soup.

What?

Useless bottles and cans?

Do you know what you are talking about?

Are you confused after drinking Erliang Sanbai?

Even Zhao Sanyuan almost couldn't stand still. He quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "It's not that bad. It's really not like throwing it away. Brother Ou is already very grateful for being able to entertain strangers like us. How can he dare to be picky? ? In fact, what I want to ask about is exactly those bottles and cans. Don’t blame me for being harsh. Touching gold and digging graves will harm your life, virtue, virtue, and longevity. Listen to my advice and stop."

Until now, Zhao Sanyuan still believed that Ou Huang was a tomb robber, otherwise the things in the wing were really unexplainable.

But Ou Huang acted like a curious baby when he heard this, and said shyly: "Little brother, don't laugh at me, I have never heard of gold digging." "He is a tomb robber, someone who digs up funerary objects and sells them for money."

"Ah? Don't you dare? You don't dare!" Ou Huang waved his hands repeatedly in fear, "I was almost starving to death when I was a child. I didn't dare to go to other people's ancestral graves to steal fruits to eat, let alone dig graves."

The answer was expected by Zhao Sanyuan and also reasonable.

Judging from the two spiritual lamps on Ouhuang's shoulders, he must have never done anything like tomb robbing, otherwise they wouldn't be so bright.

Zhao Sanyuan couldn't find any other reason when he asked.

"What happened to the things in the wing?"

"What the hell, little brother, are you interested in those bottles and cans? I was shocked. They were all picked up. If you just take any of them, they are all worthless junk."

puff--

After Lu Xiucai, Lao Liu also squirted out a mouthful of cabbage soup.

A short sentence can be so devastating.

Just take it?

Can you really take it anywhere?

Old Liu would not be polite. He put down his bowls and chopsticks and wanted to rush to the side room. It would be worth choking to death if such a big pie was slapped on his face.

But he was held down by Lao Kang beside him, "Brother Liu, be more careful."

"You're a fart, sure? You're a bastard, don't take advantage of me, not to mention it's a huge advantage."

"That has to be discussed before we leave. We are eating, and things won't grow and run away on their own."

Under Lao Kang's persuasion, Lao Liu could barely hold back his restless heart.

It's not that brothers are bad people, it's that your house is so shabby and charming.

Zhao Sanyuan glanced at Lao Liu angrily, saying he was a worthless thing.

And Ouhuang was confused. He didn't know what the mustache brother was excited about. Did he really like those rags?

"No, is it really Brother Ou who picked it up?"

"Can it be stolen? My family doesn't have any fields, so all that's left is this shabby yard. I have to work long-term and have no one to take care of the bolts. I have to work part-time and no one wants me, so I can only pick up rags. What else can I do?" He said that in the past few years, I have always picked up some bottles and jars of good quality, and I think that when Shuanzi grows up and gets married, I can make do with pickles, condiments, and so on."

puff--

When he heard that pickles were packed with eighteen-hundred-year-old official kiln porcelain, Lao Kang's mentality collapsed.

Co-authors, you really don’t know their value and significance?

Only Mo Wenshan was not affected by what he should eat or drink, and he could touch and play with Xiao Shuanzi's hands.

Zhao Sanyuan stared closely into Ou Huang's eyes, and finally slumped back on the stool like a deflated ball, with a wry smile on his face.

"Oh, there are so many wonders in the world, but Brother Ou, your luck is simply unbelievable. You can pick up a mountain of gold even if you pick up rags."

"Jinshan? Little brothers, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand it more and more? Come on, have a drink first, and speak slowly if you have anything to say."

After clinking glasses, Zhao Sanyuan said with emotion: "To put it simply, it's the bottles and jars you think Brother Ou can sell for a big price if you take them out. The cheapest ones should cost several thousand dollars."

puff--

Ou Huang squirted.

Anyone who is not a fool can see that he was completely frightened.

First he sprinted out and locked the far door, then he ran back as fast as he could and sat next to Zhao Sanyuan, holding his hand and saying excitedly: "Little brother, didn't you tell lies? Are those rags really valuable?"

Zhao Sanyuan sighed faintly, "Is the point important? Is it valuable? The point is whether you are lucky or not. I almost want to pick up rags with you."

"Little brother is right, am I more than lucky? Sometimes I can't even figure it out."

"Do you still know that you are lucky? If you knew, you could pile up all the big babies in the wing?"

"It's not just about this, it's about luck in other aspects."

"for example?"

Ou Huang glanced at his son, and then said in his ear: "My mother-in-law has been away for many years, and she doesn't have much money to find another one, let alone go to the brothel to make herself comfortable. But it's really strange. When I go to the town to collect rags, I can always find her." I met a pretty widow and threw myself into her arms, and today I met another one. I was so tired of this good guy that I still have a sore back. Before I left, he rewarded me with five yuan."

puff--

Not surprisingly, Zhao Sanyuan also sprayed.

Question marks filled his forehead and he was speechless.

Could this be the legendary throwing oneself into someone's arms?

Not only can you do it for free, but how much can you make?

No wonder when Ouhuang came back just now, Xiao Shuanzi said that his father was careless and that he was slept with by the pretty widow!

As a man, Zhao Sanyuan admitted that he was sour.

Where are you collecting rags?

Simply the public enemy of males!

"To be honest, I think some of them are not easy. Can you think of a way to help me reduce my luck? After a long time, I really can't handle it. I keep getting fucked by the pretty widow. I can't refuse it too much. After all, There are good things in the rags of rich people, right? But I’m afraid my body won’t be able to bear it.”

"."

Zhao Sanyuan took a breath and resisted the urge not to strangle Ou Huang to death.

Row.

You are great.

Are you worried about our happiness?

How many people kneel down and beg rich women to take care of them every day, but you are lucky enough to dislike them.

"In that case, then you can find a pretty widow who you like as your son-in-law."

"Aren't you kidding me? Although I am poor, I also know the meaning of being well-matched. Shuanzi and I have entered a wealthy family, but we still have to be bullied to death? Now we have no worries about food and drink, and our life is pretty good."

Zhao Sanyuan rolled his eyes.

Isn't that what happened?

With your luck, it would be difficult for you to die. Food is delivered to your hands and women are delivered to your arms.

The expressions of the remaining three brothers were as if they had eaten fly excrement, especially Lao Liu. He was gritting his teeth and hated it. He loved looking at the pretty widow the most. He said to Lao Kang, "Can I give him a beating? No big deal, my dear." No more."

"Brother Liu, calm down the fire, calm down the fire." Lao Kang quickly comforted him. In fact, he himself was very speechless. He thought to himself, what is this? Good luck that no one else can ask for, but you look unhappy?

But if you think about it carefully, you have no right to speak if you have not experienced the same thing. You should not advise others to be kind without their suffering. Perhaps Ou Huang's experience of being actively embraced by the little widows was really painful? After all, she is a widowed woman, or an elderly widowed woman.

Zhao Sanyuan was angry and funny, "I don't understand your matter at the moment, so I can't help you, but since you have spoken, brother Ou, let's find a way."

Ou Huang was overjoyed, "Okay, okay! I know you guys are not ordinary people, how long can you live together, down-to-earth!"

"If you want to solve the problem, you must first discover the root of the problem. I will go picking up rags with you tomorrow and see with your own eyes how good your luck can be. Oh, by the way, are you familiar with Shimen County?"

"It's ripe."

"Okay, then I'll go to Shimen County to pick up rags tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)