Downstairs kitchen and backyard.
Jiang Xiaoyu exerted all his strength to fight for two hours, in exchange for a short period of freedom with a cup of tea.
Two lead-filled legs restricted her movement. Da Zi lay on the bluestone road, her chest rising and falling, her tongue sticking out as she gasped for breath. The coolness of the bluestone brought up from the ground spread to every part of her body, refreshing her heart.
Xie Husheng practiced with her for two hours, but he was still calm and calm. He walked to the wine cellar in one step and found several jars of immortal drunkenness that had been hidden for countless years. He walked back to the shade of the courtyard with satisfaction and drank heavily.
Mingyue, who was watching the show on the side, finished chewing the soy sauce beef in her hand, got up and walked into the courtyard. She squatted down next to Jiang Xiaoyu with her knees in her arms, and poked Jiang Xiaoyu's soft and waxy cheeks with her index finger. The little girl's soft and delicate skin She couldn't put it down and giggled: "You are quite perseverant, little girl."
Jiang Xiaoyu was unable to respond. He took a deep breath and imitated the pufferfish's cheeks, but Mingyue poked his breath away.
Mingyue burst into tears as she laughed, "Why are you so funny?"
Mingyue still wanted to play with it as she pleased, but suddenly a gust of punch came from behind, rose up from the ground, and landed on the eaves of a nearby house. She glared at Xie Husheng, who was drinking under the eaves, "Hey, you can't be considered a hero if you hurt people from behind."
Xie Husheng raised his face, exhaled the smell of alcohol, and said to save the situation: "If you are really bored, go find some fun by yourself. She will have to practice boxing for a few hours later, so she needs to save some energy."
She still has to practice boxing for a few more hours, which is even more harsh than her second brother's double-monthly supervision of her textbooks. Mingyue snorted coldly, and her favorable impression of Xie Husheng dropped again and again, "I don't think your boxing is very good, so don't mislead others." My son."
Xie Husheng finished drinking the wine in his hand, put down the wine jar, stood up and patted away the dust from his clothes, casually opened his boxing frame, and punched the sky. There was a thunderous sound, and the clouds floating in the blue sky above his head were blown away by the wind of the fist. film.
"Although my boxing is not the best in the world, hard work can make up for my weakness. If I practice a few hours more than others every day, I can reach the perfect level and open up a new world."
When the intention of the fist receded, Xie Husheng put away his fist and asked Jiang Xiaoyu to get up and practice boxing.
Jiang Xiaoyu responded immediately, not dragging his feet or slacking off in his homework. He rolled up on the bluestone, planted his horse firmly, and gathered his strength to punch. He completely forgot about the pain all over his body. After several punches, he gradually got better.
"There are so many fun things in the world, how boring it is for people like you to know how to practice boxing."
Xie Husheng's punch only shocked Mingyue for a moment, and she was not happy about it.
When the clouds in the sky reunited and a shade fell in the courtyard, Mingyue jumped off the eaves and walked briskly to the kitchen to look for soy sauce beef to pass the time.
Jiang Xiaoyu punched out, with a punch that was half feminine and half strong, and said with a milky voice: "Master, that sister said there are many fun things in the world, so when you become the best in the world, what do you most want to do? "
Xie Husheng punched, and the wind of the punch blew the light and shadow in the courtyard, and he blurted out, "Go back to Dongting Lake, marry your wife Amo, and worship her."
Jiang Xiaoyu pursed her lips and smiled, "Isn't Master Amo pretty?"
Xie Husheng stopped his fist in the middle, and the wind from the fist fell on the green shirt, and the corners of the clothes fluttered, "She is not good-looking, not gentle, and her cooking is unpalatable. When she is angry, she will chase you with a kitchen knife to chop."
Jiang Xiaoyu Tongyan Wuji said: "Master, did you blind your eyes while practicing? My father said that men in the world like women with pretty faces, graceful figures, and sweet words."
Jiang Xiaoyu is now relieved and won't shed tears when talking about his parents.
Xie Husheng punched her on the top of her head, his fist bones were light and soft, "Likes in this world are not always judged by appearance. When you stay with her, you will feel very comfortable and at ease. That is the best."
This kind of truth is a bit far-reaching for the still young Jiang Xiaoyu. He can't understand it clearly, so he pouts and practices fists.
Xie Husheng stopped practicing boxing and faced the direction of Dongting, raising his profile slightly and smiling happily.
When it's still dark in the Dongting Lake, the men of the Xie family go down to the lake to fish. They go into the water naked and catch fish with their bare hands, without rowing. The Xie family's ability to hold their breath underwater is comparable to that of fish and shrimps. The fish baskets will only come to the surface when they are full. Come.
There are no fishing nets to restrain the fish, so the fresh fish is intact and full of flavor and strength. Before the weather wakes up, they will be divided into pieces at the fish market on the beach, waiting for restaurants to come to buy them.
The umami taste will fade over time, and the fish market will close even when it is open until noon.
Dongting Lake was silent.
A boat floats on the lake. A dark-faced woman casts a net and waits for the fish to enter the net. An old yellow dog jumps and barks on the bow of the boat.
Dongting Lake, which never allows outsiders to enter, only allows the girl named A Mo to fish at this time.
The bell on the bow of the boat rang three times. Amo dragged the net out of the water with both hands. She was not as strong as a strong man. The fishing net was small and dense. It was enough to catch a few fat fish every day.
Today I caught three fish and two crabs. Ah Mo set up the net, knocked the crabs unconscious on the bow, and threw them to the old yellow dog to grind his teeth.
Palm-sized crucian carp is used to make soup. Grass carp has many spines. Later, the bones are removed, rolled into balls, and fried. There is still one carp left. Peel off the skin, cut half into the meat and dip it in soy sauce, and make half into fish soup. cake.
The old yellow dog gnawed down a crab, looked up and saw Ah Mo's thoughtful face, whimpered, took the remaining crab in his mouth, fled to the stern of the boat, curled up in a ball, and licked the salty taste from the crab shell.
The old yellow dog has matured with age, and although there is less crab meat, it is still a thousand times more delicious than the leftover soup and rice made by the master.
Ah Mo was already immersed in the dream of being a cook, and he didn't care to watch the old yellow dog's disgust, so he took a knife to kill the fish.
At the Xie Family Fish Market, Cui Pengshan, a swordsman outside the customs, staggered to the lake shore, smelling of rouge and alcohol.
A stranger walked into the Xie family's territory. The Xie family man who was guarding the fish market blocked Cui Pengshan's way. Seeing that he was dressed outside the customs, he thought he had entered the place by mistake. He tried to persuade him and told him the customs and rules of the place so that he could retreat. Leave on your own.
Cui Pengshan drank two kilograms of rice wine and was very drunk. He couldn't listen to what others said, so he slashed with his knife, "What nonsense rules, no one dares to stop me wherever I want to go."
The men of the Xie family who blocked the road were only in the ethereal realm and had poor fist skills. When Cui Pengshan slashed down with his broad-backed thick sword, the wind of the sword was cold, and they felt a chill in front of them, leaving a deep gash on their chests.
With a shallow knife mark on his chest, he took a deep breath, covered the river of blood, and shouted towards Dongting Lake, "Someone is coming to the Xie family to cause trouble."
That sound took away the last bit of his strength, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground.
Cui Pengshan sneered, dragged the knife and walked to the lake shore.
There were several small boats parked on the shore. Cui Pengshan raised his knife and ordered them. The gadgets he learned in Huajie Liuxiang made him drunker. He took a breath of the wind blowing from the lake, staggered into the selected boat, and cut off the rope holding the boat with one knife.
The boat was rocking, and he was rocking with it.
The Dongting Lake is wide, several fast-moving boats are approaching the water, and several fist winds have passed by his ears. Drunk people will not be timid. Cui Pengshan tilted his head and smiled, and cut off the water with one move, cutting off everyone.
After killing several people one after another, Cui Pengshan's heart became hot. The courage that was shattered by Xie Husheng's punch in Suzhou Tianxialou gradually regained his courage, and he said wildly: "It seems that this Xie family, only Xie Husheng's punch can enter the world."
The boat was sailing in the middle of the lake, with smoke floating across the front.
Cui Pengshan squinted his eyes and looked at the woman on the bow whose face was tanned by the sun. Thinking that he was dazzled, he picked up the back of the knife and slapped his forehead to wake himself up for a moment. He took a closer look at A Mo's appearance and exclaimed: "Oh, I'm still here. I thought that the beautiful women in the golden house of Xiehu Master were more beautiful than gods, but I didn’t expect that they were as beautiful as black coal and not as exquisite as the women who herd horses outside the customs."
He knew best what he looked like. Amo turned his head, looked Cui Pengshan up and down, and said contemptuously: "Looking at your tone, you have been beaten by a rotten crab."
Rotten crab? Cui Pengshan didn't know what he meant. He shook his head and threw it behind his head. He shook his sword and said evil words, "I don't care whether you are a crab or not. Today, Grandpa Cui, I am here to take you to Jinling. If you follow me obediently, Go, I won't embarrass you, otherwise, don't blame me for not knowing how to show mercy to women."
Ah Mo always held his head high, smiled evilly, showed his pearl-like teeth, picked up the bamboo pole used to hold the boat, overturned the boat at the foot of Cui Peng Mountain, and beat the drowned dog with a club.
Cui Pengshan was not good at drinking water, so he choked several mouthfuls of the bitter and salty lake water, and was hit in the head several times by the bamboo pole in Amo's hand.
Ah Mo teased: "You can't even beat me, but you still dare to come to Xie's house to cause trouble."
Cui Pengshan filled his belly with two kilograms of rice wine, and now he also filled his stomach with two kilograms of lake water. There was a fishy smell in his nose and throat. His sleeves were also filled with lake water, making him feel wet and uncomfortable. He drew the knife several times, but it was pushed aside by Ah Mo's bamboo pole.
The two were having a great time at Dongting Lake, but no one from the Xie family came.
After a few missed shots, Cui Pengshan gradually adapted to the nature of the water. He grabbed the bamboo pole in A Mo's hand with one hand, pulled hard, and pulled himself out of the water. He cut off the water with his knife and slashed towards the cabin.
The old yellow dog at the stern of the boat jumped out from the darkness, bared his teeth and bit Cui Pengshan's knife-holding hand, but was kicked in the center by Cui Pengshan, and was knocked to the stern of the boat, losing his life. "Granny, a beast dares to be so arrogant."
There was a tooth mark on his wrist. Cui Pengshan was still angry and slashed at the old yellow dog's corpse with his knife, cutting off the water.
Ah Mo turned around and retreated to the stern of the boat. He picked up the iron pot on the low yellow clay stove and shielded the dying old yellow dog from the knife.
The iron pot split in half, and the wind of the knife changed its direction and sank into the water, causing a circle of ripples.
The old yellow dog that had been with him for many years was panting. Ah Mo knelt down, with tears in his eyes, and stroked its withered and yellow hair, and the silk-dyed hair gradually became colder.
Cui Pengshan spat into the lake, sheathed his sword, cursed and walked to the stern of the boat, "If you had left with me earlier, you wouldn't have gotten into this situation."
Ah Mo's cold eyes turned bloody, so Cui Pengshan knocked her out with a knife.
Cui Pengshan drove the boat back to the fish market. He was in a happy mood. He couldn't help but hum the newly learned erotic song. He took a piece of hemp rope and tied A Mo's hands and feet. He picked it up with one hand and strode into the city.
The stern of the boat with the old yellow dog's body was parked beside the lake shore. A hand that was soaked and turned white dragged the old yellow dog's body into the water and gnawed it into a desolate skeleton.
The empty boat was photographed by the water into the center of Dongting Lake. A middle-aged man standing on the water appeared in the center of the lake. He overturned the drifting boat with one punch and watched it sink to the bottom of the lake.
