After a long time, the brutal beating finally ended, and the big yellow dog went to the street to tease the bitch with satisfaction.
Zhao Youliang was left lying on the ground resentfully, his face full of tears...scratches.
The neighbors who had just heard Zhao Youliang's screams all cast sympathetic glances in the direction of the paper shop.
And educate his children: "Did you hear? You must study hard in the future!"
"If you don't study hard, you'll have to work for others and get beaten by dogs every day!"
...
After a long time, Zhao Youliang climbed up with difficulty, and like a wronged little daughter-in-law, he began to clean up the overturned tables and chairs, and put the paper figures back to their original positions.
There is a saying that goes well: As long as people are not dead, life will always go on.
After Zhao Youliang took care of his wounds, he walked out with firm steps... and went straight to the bun shop.
Ahem, the body is the capital of revolution.
How can you continue to live without capital...
Looking at the miserable Zhao Youliang, the bun shop owner Uncle Gangtou's eyes were full of sympathy.
Out of sympathy, I didn’t even ask for breakfast money.
"Quantum, were you beaten by a dog again just now?"
"Oh, it's true, you kid, why do you mess with a dog when you know you can't beat it!"
"Look at this guy, he's completely disfigured."
Zhao Youliang was speechless. He could only turn his grief into appetite and stuff the buns into his mouth as hard as he could.
Uncle Gangtou saw his expression of "no regrets are greater than heartbreak", and the look of sympathy in his eyes became even stronger, so he continued to comfort him.
"Quantum, don't be too sad. Who in this town hasn't been beaten by your big yellow dog?"
"It's just that you get beaten the most often... Oh, by the way, there are people who have it worse than you."
"Last night, that gangster Ma Fatty also screamed all night long. He must have been beaten by his father for not doing his job properly."
"It didn't stop until almost dawn."
Fatty Ma is the mayor's son, the one who told Zhao Youliang and Xiao Li ghost stories yesterday.
Everyone is the same: when you are unlucky, if you know that someone is even more unlucky than you, you will feel much better instantly.
This is the case with Zhao Youliang.
"Hahaha, Uncle Gangtou, are you telling the truth?"
"That fat man should have been beaten up a long time ago. He goes around the countryside every day, bullying men and women."
Just when Zhao Youliang was happily listening to Uncle Gangtou's story, on the other side, in an unknown mountain.
The little dumpling man stood up, clasped his little paws into his fists, and kept kowtowing to the old man who called himself Master Hui Liu.
He kept squeaking in his mouth, as if he was praying for something.
Mr. Hui Liu was still in good spirits, and his simple clothes had no wrinkles at all.
Looking at the little mouse who kept kneeling down to him, his face was full of doting and helplessness.
"Why are you so annoying, little brat? My ancestor, I said no, I just can't do it."
"Immortal fate can be encountered but cannot be sought. It all depends on the fate of each person."
"That kid named Zhao Youliang has no immortal destiny at all. How can I help him if you call me ancestor?"
Having said this, Master Hui Liu grabbed the little dumpling that was still kowtowing and put it on his shoulder.
"Besides, ancestor, didn't I help that child twice?"
"Giving him a talisman and a 'fairy flag' will only help so much."
"Everything in the world is predestined. Interfering too much with other people's cause and effect is not good for both parties."
After listening to Master Hui Liu's words, Little Dumpling's eyes flickered.
Only now did he know that the "immortal flag" brought back by the big yellow dog was a reward from his ancestors, or that it secretly supported Zhao Youliang.
Otherwise, the fairy baby is not a big cabbage, how could the big yellow dog get it so easily.
Furthermore, in today’s society, you can’t even pick up cabbage on the street!
Seeing that Little Dumpling understood his good intentions, Master Hui Liu smiled.
"Okay, that's it."
"You like to play with that kid Zhao Youliang, ancestor, I don't care, just remember not to mess with anything in the shop."
"trouble."
Speaking of the things in the paper shop, Master Hui Liu frowned slightly.
The little dumpling squeaked and nodded, indicating that he understood.
After hesitating for a moment, he called out to Master Hui Liu a few times again, and at the same time stretched out his little paw to hit his ancestor on the shoulder.
Hui Liuye closed his eyes and enjoyed it while showing helplessness.
"You're a real kid, you seem to be in love with Ding Zhao Youliang."
"Aren't you afraid of danger? You may lose your life at any time."
"As I said before, it's very troublesome to tie things in the paper shop."
After Hui Liuye finished speaking, Little Dumpling did not answer in a hurry, but pondered for a while before nodding heavily.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
Master Hui Liu laughed loudly when he saw this, his eyes filled with relief.
"Forget it, this is what a descendant of my Hui family should look like!"
"Have no fear of life or death, be compassionate and righteous!"
"In that case, let me tell you: if you want to completely solve the paper shop issue, you will have to hire a major general."
"But like the little gentleman, he has not been involved in worldly affairs for a long time. Even my ancestors, I don't know where he is..."
Mentioning "Little Sir", Master Hui Liu's eyes were filled with longing.
Speaking of the mysterious "Major General", he was still hiding and playing on the "ruins" of the small courtyard.
Next to him was a big, cute, cute long-worm with a black pot on his head and evasive eyes.
"Ah sneeze!"
"Oh mom, why did we suddenly sneeze?"
"I thought, scolded and caught a cold, Master Ba, Master Ba, someone must be missing us!"
The big long insect known as the Eighth Master heard this and his eyes were full of disgust.
"Miss you? Who would miss you little brat!"
"If you say that I scolded you when I missed my little husband, I can still believe it!"
"Yeah, really?" The man who was called the Major General and the little brat was obviously made less confident by the big insect.
Although the man is middle-aged, his face is still full of innocence...or stupidity.
As stupid as the big worm next to him.
"Oh my god, I realized it's too early for me to retire."
"You shouldn't apply for retirement in fifteen years (Note 1). You should catch bad money for a few more years."
"The security was so good when we were here, even rats didn't dare to enter the house to steal oil!"
Da Changchong did not refute the middle-aged man's words - because what he said was true, but it was also nonsense.
With the head of the Gray family restraining him, which mouse would dare to enter the house and steal something to eat? !
Not only did they not dare to steal things, the little mice also organized themselves spontaneously and went out to patrol at night.
Just wait until you find the bad guy and report to the "Major General", that is, this middle-aged man, in exchange for some snacks.
Under such circumstances, it is difficult to think well about public security...
Note 1: It is not the author’s nonsense that police officers can officially retire after fifteen years of service, but the state has relevant regulations.
It’s just that if you retire early, your pension will be much smaller.
