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After some election voting, everyone agreed that Duan Mingyu...should apologize to Yang Zhaoniang, but Yang Zhaoniang's heart was as big as a fingernail, and she would never forgive Duan Mingyu.

"You really don't forgive me!"

"Hmph, I don't forgive you." Yang Zhaoniang turned her pink-carved jade-pecked face away, angrily refusing to look at Duan Mingyu.

"Five strings of candied haws." Duan Mingyu gritted his teeth and had to use his trump card.

"Hmph, even a hundred skewers won't do. I've already quit eating candied haws. If I eat any more, I'll get tooth decay." Yang Zhaoniang still refused to give in.

Watching Duan Mingyu hold back, both Wang Aiqing and Wan Yanyan couldn't help laughing furtively, their shoulders kept shrugging, and it was really hard to bear it.

"Ahem, what do you think we should do?" Duan Mingyu asked helplessly.

"Unless...unless..." Yang Zhaoniang's words began to loosen, and Duan Mingyu immediately hit the snake with the stick: "unless what!"

"Unless you tell me five stories." Yang Zhaoniang said slowly, and nodded heavily: "Well, just five!"

"Three is okay, five is really too much." Duan Mingyu said with a bitter face, this girl has been twisting Duan Mingyu to tell stories all day long, even though Duan Mingyu has read a lot of books and learned a lot, she has read it before and after "One Thousand and One Nights", "Grimm's Fairy Tales", "Chinese Fables" and a series of children's books, but this girl can't stand the trouble. If this continues, this old background will be tossed out sooner or later. You have to make it up yourself.

"Hehe, no, not one less." Yang Zhaoniang smiled brightly, but her tone was very firm, and there was no room for Duan Mingyu to resist.

"It really can't be less." Duan Mingyu still didn't give up.

"Definitely, definitely, and definitely." Yang Zhaoniang said passionately, "This is a must, [-] boards, do you want to beat me to death!"

Duan Mingyu resigned from the group and went back. For the first time in history, he lost to Little Sister Zhaoniang. Well, this time I was unlucky: "Okay, five is five." Duan Mingyu had no choice but to bite the bullet and join .

However, a wretched person is a wretched person, and they will always be full of bad things. Duan Mingyu smiled sinisterly, showing a mouthful of white teeth: "Then you are doing well!"

"Yeah, tell me, I'm listening." Yang Zhaoniang nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice, and looked at Duan Mingyu with great interest, her eyes full of longing and eagerness. angry look.

Duan Mingyu took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and said: "Ahem, listeners, please pay attention, listeners, please pay attention, the following are five fables created by Ben Zhuangyuan, with ups and downs, novel ideas, and ingenious structures. There is no one before, no one to come after, if there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental!"

"Can you motherfucker stop talking so much nonsense." Everyone cursed inwardly at the same time.

"Ah, cut." Duan Mingyu sneezed resoundingly, "Who is it, which bastard scolds me again!"

The three looked at the sky for a while, looked at the ground for a while, and stared at their feet for a while, all with guilty expressions.

Forget it, don't argue with you guys, Duan Mingyu said, "I'll start when I get down!"

"It is said that the tortoise and the hare are running a race. The hare is so proud that the tortoise beats him. When the hare wakes up, it turns pale with fright. It immediately runs at full speed and chases it wildly. As a result, the hare stumbles and crashes into a tree and dies. A farmer Chacha passed by this tree again, picked up the rabbit and went home and burned the dead rabbit!"

"Wow, this farmer's luck is really good. I'm afraid I will never encounter such a good thing in my life." Yang Zhaoniang said with bright eyes.

A foodie is a foodie, and I will never change it. Duan Mingyu glared at Yang Zhaoniang: "Nonsense, how could such a thing happen? Have you ever seen the tortoise and the hare? Let me go. A fable is a fable, just listen to it, and you must not Seriously!"

"Yeah, and then, what happened afterwards." Yang Zhaoniang nodded and said.

Duan Mingyu continued: "Then...then the farmer saw that the rabbit would automatically crash into the tree, and felt that the hunting dog was useless, so he killed the hunting dog and ate it. From then on, the farmer never worked again. , just guarding next to this tree, waiting for the rabbit to hit the door again..."

Wan Yanyan sighed: "This farmer is too stupid. There is nothing to get something for nothing. It is better to farm according to your duty!"

Duan Mingyu immediately patted his wife's flattery: "My lady is really smart. The farmer stopped working, and the crops didn't grow well. Later, the farmer raised the crops so that there was no harvest." It is good for family harmony and social progress, so Duan Mingyu's consistent purpose is, don't be stingy with flattery, just shoot as much as you want.

"Well, let's continue. It's said that winter is coming in a blink of an eye. The farmer never found a dead rabbit, and there was no food to eat. Instead, he picked up a frozen snake on the road. He wanted to go home and eat it, but the snake woke up. Come here and kill him..."

Duan Mingyu finished speaking in one breath, and took a deep breath to call it a day, only to see that Yang Zhaoniang was still intoxicated in the dream of waiting for the rabbit to hit the door: "Hey, hey, what are you thinking, I'm done talking!"

"Ah, that's the end of the story, no, didn't you agree to tell five stories, you just told one, how could you finish it..." Yang Zhaoniang looked at Duan Mingyu with a puzzled expression, very displeased asked the solution.

"What, it's already five." Duan Mingyu's eyes flashed a cunning, and he quickly covered it up, saying solemnly.

"No, I remember it clearly, and I only said one." Yang Zhaoniang shook her head stubbornly, as if she was very confident in her memory.

"No, no, this is the story of "The Tortoise and the Hare", "Standby and Waiting for the Rabbit", "The Rabbit and the Dog Cooking", "The Seedlings and the Farmer and the Snake". Look, there are obviously five of them." Duan Mingyu shook his head and said quite proudly.

"Ah, how can it be, how can it be like this." Yang Zhaoniang burst into tears, and her pitiful appearance made people feel very sympathetic and compassionate.

Sigh, Sister Zhaoniang, we have no other choice. Although the number one scholar has been known for 5000 years and 1000 years, there are not so many jokes and stories. You just make do with it and listen to it. When the number one scholar has free time in the future, I will set up an editorial department to publish various publications. At that time, I will invite dozens of scholars like Pu Songling. Why worry about no stories to listen to? At present, I have to decide on such major issues. Under the circumstances, bear with it as much as you can,