Young Master Song has good and bad on the road, and he is not good or bad with the Song family. "
"How can we guess the boss's mind."
"Speaking of which, the boss saved Young Master Song twice. Is he the great benefactor of the Song family?"
"The life-saving grace is the greatest kindness. The long box brought by the boss should be a knife, given by the Song family."
"It must be a treasure knife!"
Si Mao looked back, and the other hunters also looked over.
The fu man in the prison car was all dirty, with several bloodstains on his face and head, and his hair was sticking to him.
Si Mao pulled the reins and sighed, "It was really scary when we were on the East Street. Everyone was like crazy. If we hadn't stopped them, they would have rushed up and eaten the second concubine."
A simple and honest catcher shook off his sweat, showing a lingering expression, "I don't understand, it's true that the second aunt killed someone, but it has nothing to do with them. Why do you look anxious."
Simao said, "People's hearts are unpredictable."
"Mao'er is right. Even if I wanted to break my head, I would never have thought that Ye Ye's second aunt would be involved in the murder case."
"Never underestimate a woman, or you won't know how you died."
"Women are born soft, and they become sharp only when they encounter certain people and things. If I say it, it's still bad luck."
After a few people talked for a while, their mouths were dry, their throats were smoking, and their buttocks were almost covered with rashes.
Walking down the road, there is a fork in the road.
Si Mao dragged the reins to the carriage, "Boss, there is a shed not far ahead, shall we rest there for a while?"
Liu Chu's voice came from the car, "Okay."
The shed is built not far from the fork, and there are herbal tea, flatbread, eggs, and meals.
A few people, including Si Mao, turned over and dismounted. Not only them, but other people on the road were also gasping with their tongues out. The pants behind the buttocks were dark in color and wet.
In the summer, it is life-threatening.
The shed is simple, airy on three sides, and not cool. Six or seven wooden tables are placed randomly, and they are all full of people.
When those people saw Huang Dan and the others, they also found the prison van. Knowing that it belonged to the government, their color changed slightly. They didn't watch the excitement or whisper, but just lowered their heads to eat and drink, thinking of getting on the road quickly.
The atmosphere in the shed is no longer lazy.
Liu Chu raised his foot and hooked over a long bench, pulled Huang Dan and sat down. He threw the knife on the table and poured tea with a teapot.
Huang Dan saw a few slices of watermelon on the opposite table. The flesh of the melon was red and bright, and there were sunspots embedded in the flesh unevenly. He looked at a child holding the watermelon to eat, swallowed his saliva, and wanted to eat it.
When Liu Chu caught a glimpse, he called a man to ask, saying that there was still a watermelon, so he bought it and cut it open, and asked his men to come and eat it.
He took two pieces and put them in front of the yellow sheet, "Eat it."
Huang Dan held a piece of watermelon to eat, his mouth was bulging, his mouth was full of sweet watermelon juice, he rushed down his throat and fell into the empty stomach, he spat out the seeds and took another bite.
Liu Chu took a sip of herbal tea and looked sideways at the young man who was quietly eating watermelon, "Is it delicious?"
Huang Dan's voice was vague, "Delicious."
He didn't eat both slices of watermelon, and pushed the remaining slice in front of the man.
Liu Chu said that he did not like to eat.
Huang Dan said, "Forget it, I'll take it for Si Mao."
"you dare!"
Liu Chu quickly pinched the back of the young man's hand and warned, "What I give you, no matter what it is, must not be given to other men."
Huang Dan asked, "Do you want to eat?"
Liu Chu was so angry that he couldn't think of a word for a long time, "Eat, eat, I eat!"
The other few did not see this scene, and they all squatted on the ground, eating watermelon like a wind and clouds, and soon the skin of the melon was left.
Si Mao wiped his mouth, walked over and asked, "Boss, what do you want to eat with Young Master Song? I'll go tell the guy."
Liu Chu raised his eyebrows, "I don't care, Master Song, how about you?"
Huang Dan said, "I don't care either."
Si Mao, "… "
Okay, it doesn't matter, right, then he will order what he wants to eat.
In the grass next to the shed, the old man and his wife were slaughtering chickens. One grabbed the chicken wings, and the other sharpened a knife on the stone several times, and then pressed it horizontally to the chicken's neck.
Bright red chicken blood spewed out, a few splashed on the grass blades, and most of them dripped into the basin.
Huang Dan said, "A chicken has a lot of blood."
Liu Chu's movement of rubbing the scabbard suddenly stopped, "If it was a person, there must be a bucket, right?"
Huang Dan said, "Look at how big the bucket is."
"Take the pot with chicken blood as an example, if the bloodletting is not a chicken