At this time, she also said to her husband with the same airflow, Manfu, scream! It's a good time to catch them tonight and make them embarrassed in front of the whole village.
Although Qiu Manfu was honest, he had a strong personality. He quickly reached out and covered Tian Guifang's mouth and said, "You must not." Go quickly, go quickly, so as not to cause trouble and make unnecessary grudges with others.
These words hit Tian Guifang's rational nerve, and she thought so in her heart.
Then he went home with his husband. As soon as she walked past Cai Zhongsheng's house, Tian Guifang said to her husband, Manfu, I'm not convinced that Qiu Decai didn't do this!
Qiu Manfu said that if he wanted to fix Qiu's fortune, he would also bring Cai Zhongsheng in, and both of them would be ruined.
Tian Guifang said, if you don't bring it in, just bring it in. If it weren't for Cai Zhongsheng's vixen who seduced Qiu Decai's soul, Qiu Decai would not even care about the cow taking off the rope, and just want to be happy with Cai Zhongsheng. I think the rice ears in our paddy field were eaten by Qiu Decai’s cattle. It’s not so much Qiu Decai’s problem as it is Cai Zhongsheng’s problem. It doesn't matter.
As she spoke, she reached out and patted her husband on the shoulder, Manfu, is there anything you can do to punish them? Need to fix both.
It's too easy to punish them. Qiu Manfu raised his face and answered lightly, but did not tell them how to deal with them. He just kept it secret and Tian Guifang would not tell him no matter how much he asked.
If you insist on telling him, just tell him. When the time comes, you will see the shameful end of Qiu Decai and Cai Zhongsheng.
It has been more than a month since Wu Zidan returned to Liushu Village, and he was naturally thinking about Cai Zhongsheng and his daughter, and always wanted to go home to see them.
He thought: Even if he has a tough character and hasn't been home for so long, if he could go home once in a while, wouldn't his child Wu Ying be harmed and get sick again? He shuddered at the thought of Wu Ying being sick.
Fortunately, when I get home, I just herd sheep every day. The sheep walked quietly on the hillside, just like the white clouds rolling quietly on the hillside.
The grazing environment is relaxing enough, and the air in the mountains is good. If you don't have to look after a group of sheep, you would be as leisurely as a god.
Wu Zidan often lay on his back on the lawn under the shade of a tree, smelling the fragrance of wild flowers around him and listening to the chirping of birds in the trees. As soon as the sheep were far away, he would get up and follow them, then lie down in a shaded position, both for keeping an eye on them and for being comfortable.
That day, his father Wu Jiaguang rushed from the village farm to the hillside where the sheep were grazing and called out Wu Zidan.
Wu Zidan climbed up from the grass, looked at Wu Jiaguang who was standing in front of a ram and responded, Dad, I am here.
Wu Jiaguang said, Zidan, the rice fields at home need top dressing. I don’t have money to buy chemical fertilizer. I plan to take a sheep to the city to sell it to make money. If I have money, I will buy a pack of urea and come back.
Dad, let me take the sheep and sell them for money, and I promise to buy a pack of urea back. Just look after the sheep for me. Wu Zidan said, walking through a mountain road covered with thorns, and then walked around in front of Wu Jiaguang. Wu Jiaguang agreed, shook out the rope in his hand, formed a loop, and put it around the neck of a fat ram. The remaining length of rope was given to Wu Zidan.
He said, you can go sell the sheep, buy the urea and put it in the main room. You can come back and take care of the sheep for me in the afternoon, and I will go back to fatten the sheep.
Wu Zidan kept nodding, then tightened the rope around the sheep's neck and pulled it down the mountain.
The ram had a premonition of something ominous, and followed Wu Zidan reluctantly, but it could not resist a living person. When it refused to leave, Wu Zidan picked up a stick and put it around its buttocks and hit it, so it had no choice but to knock it over. Moving, he anxiously descended the hillside with his help, and then stepped onto the spacious road leading to the town.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the town. Wu Zidan led the fat ram around the street and shouted, "The sheep is for sale!" Almost no one paid any attention.
He pointedly found a man holding a knife of pork and asked, "Do you like mutton?"
The man looked at him, then at the fat ram in front of him like a prisoner, and said to him, "Of course I like to eat mutton, but I can't have this whole sheep." Why don't you take it to the city and sell it?
Wu Zidan said, why should I go to the city if someone wants it? Such a long way.
The man had some ideas. He pointed to a row of meat stalls on Zhenbei Street and said, since these sheep are killed in the city and in the countryside, why not sell them to butchers who sell pork?
Wu Zidan kept nodding, thinking this was a good idea. Sure enough, I found a butcher and sold the fat ram for the price of pork, earning 1,500 yuan.
As soon as he walked not far from the meat stall, another butcher followed him. He patted him on the shoulder before he turned back. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, the butcher already spoke first, hey, do you have any more sheep to sell?
When Wu Zidan thought about it, he raised nearly a hundred sheep at home, but it was not up to him to decide whether to sell them or not, but up to his father, so he said, yes, I will not sell them for the time being.
The butcher said, you just lost money by selling that fat ram.
Wu Zidan asked why he lost money, and the butcher told him that you were not selling sheep at the price of mutton, but at the price of pork. The price of mutton is half that of pork.
Wu Zidan said, can I regret it now?
The butcher said, "It's hard to tell. He gave you all the money because you agreed. You are not a three-year-old child." Since you have a lot of sheep, why not slaughter them at home and sell the meat, or wholesale the mutton, which will make money.
Wu Zidan said, thank you for the reminder. I still want to find the butcher. He made me lose too much. Even if I have no reason to regret it, I still want to make it clear.
The butcher leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You must not tell him what I said to you." In that case, he will hate me. Originally, my colleagues were my enemies.
Wu Zidan said that he would not say anything right and wrong, and the butcher left.
Wu Zidan walked around the investment company in the south of the town. He did not buy a bag of urea immediately, but felt uncomfortable. He still wanted to go to the butcher who had made a lot of money to explain the truth clearly, so as not to be regarded as a "tiaotuo" "(silly) plate.
He walked over and saw that the fat ram had been put down and its limbs were moving feebly, clearly jumping to life. It turned out that the long-handled red knife held by the butcher had just pulled away from its neck, and the sheep's blood spurted out. In the round-mouthed porcelain bowl prepared by the butcher.
After the blood flowed out, the fat ram was motionless, but its round eyes full of fear were still wide open, and it was fixed with a beam of light that showed it was unwilling to die.
While the butcher was squatting there with a knife to skin the sheep, he suddenly heard someone say, "It's not worth it. I've made a loss on this sheep." He understood, stopped his hand, raised his head and looked at Wu Zidan, "If you want to go back on your word, there's no way!" All the sheep were slaughtered. Unless before slaughtering the sheep.
Seeing that Wu Zidan didn't answer, he said vindictively, "You can regret it if you want. You can take the dead sheep back, return me cash, and compensate me for the slaughtering fee of 1,000 yuan."
