Qu Hong didn't come to "teach" Chen He at all, but instead brought the fat pierce of Shi Zhonghuo over to "teach" it to Chen He.
"In the beginning of human beings, their nature is good, their natures are similar, and their habits are far apart."
"… "
Chen He saw the roars of laughter in the hall in the distance, the rude men who were drunk, and Qu Hong, who was squatting by the stove in the kitchen, holding a broken three-character scripture and reciting to Fat Dun, and couldn't find a word for a long time.
"Do you know what it means?" Qu Hong pretended to be Mr.
It would be strange for Shi Zhonghuo to know. It stared at Qu Hong inexplicably, and then carefully glanced at Chen He.
"Guard at the door, don't let anyone come in." Master Qu ordered his little apprentice.
Chen He didn't understand why he recited the Three Character Classic and asked him to go outside to take care of the wind. Out of the trust of "this is Master Shi Feng and also my master", he felt his nose and went out.
As soon as he stood by the door, he turned around and saw a terrifying scene.
Qu Hong picked up the apron rope on Shi Zhonghuo's neck, looked left and right, and shoved the fat pier into the stove.
"..." Chen He almost tripped over the threshold.
Master Qu took the cigarette stick in his mouth, moved it to the side of the stove, and flipped through the scroll: "What this means is to tell you that everyone is born equally good, it's just that you stay in different places and play different roles. It has also become good and evil...cough, the fire that makes trouble, and the fire that is well-behaved."
Fire in the Stone was sitting on the vigorously burning pyre, stunned.
"Do you think the fire in here is strong?" Qu Hong asked with a smile.
Fatty snorted immediately.
"What it can do, how about you?"
Shi Zhonghuo looked at Qu Hong blankly.
"The firewood in the stove is almost exhausted, so I won't add any more. Come on, let the soup on the stove boil." Qu Hong took out a handful of zongzi candy from nowhere, and showed it to Fat Dun, "When it's done, give it to me. you."
Fatty patted his belly proudly.
Not uncommon, it has.
As a result, what was photographed was sticky syrup in one hand, Shi Zhonghuo was dumbfounded, staring blankly at his chubby palm, the flames moved happily, and quickly licked away the sticky sugar traces in his fingertips and belly pockets.
Master Qu slowly smoked the cigarette stick: "Huowazi is so good, I'll give you a zongzi candy first."
Fatty raised his hand to catch it, and stared angrily.
The heat in the stove has soared, and it is conceivable that the zongzi candy has melted again...
The fire in the stone almost wailed, and Qu Hong quickly stuffed it with another piece of candy.
"Chirp?" Fatty was at a loss.
"Is it better to hold it in my hand, or burn it out?" Qu Hong tapped the cigarette rod on the stove, and quickly retracted it. After a while, the cigarette rod became hot.
Shi Zhonghuo was greedy, holding the zongzi sugar and refusing to let it go, and when it was scorched by the flames, he immediately waved the flames away angrily—this was its sugar, and only allowed himself to lick it all.
After this repeated tossing, the stove did not burn, the sugar was gone, and the hot soup on the stove was boiling.
Seeing something bad, Qu Hong hurriedly greeted his little apprentice to come in, dragged the fire in the stone out of the stove, and then slipped away unknowingly.
After a while, the aroma of the broth wafted into the main room.
The men who smelled the smell kept clamoring to add a bowl of sobering.
"It's weird, the soup on the stove is not prepared for tomorrow? Who forgot to turn off the fire?" .
"Impossible, even if the fire is left, at least it has to be simmered until the evening..."
They don't need to stretch out their chopsticks to poke, just by smelling the smell, they know that the meat in the soup is fully cooked, and the bones and bones are all boiled.
When the broth was exhausted, two strong servants somehow tried to lift the cauldron to see what was going on underneath, but they couldn't get it, and the whole stove collapsed.
In an instant, people fell to their knees.
Looking closely, the sturdy wall of the stove is full of black marks. What kind of fire can burn down the stove? Immediately, a group of people were bluffed and kowtowed desperately to the New Year's picture of the Kitchen Lord.
As for the culprit, Chen He had already taken him to the corner of the backyard.
"Fish." He took a handful of dumpling candy and began to firmly ask Chen He for what he had just promised.
Where can Chen He go to find fish for it, he couldn't help pressing it on the stone bench: "Be honest."
Fatty glared at him angrily.
Chen He looked at Qu Hong vigilantly, for fear that he would find a copy of Mencius and read "Fish, what I want" to Shi Zhonghuo. Shi Feng said that Nan Hongzi had traveled the world and had done everything. Now that he thinks about it, he must have never been a school teacher.
Qu Hong clicked his tongue and knocked off Fatun's outstretched hand: "Fish, money? Do you understand?"
Chen He:…
In the following days, chickens and dogs jumped—Qu Hong brought the fire in the stone to the river outside the city, and let Pangdun flutter in the puddle to catch the fish, and rolled in mud. Admiringly followed behind it.
A few days later, Chen He saw a fat man dragging a herring to show off.
"Fish!" He patted the fish's gills with great pride, and then the fish's body was smoking, fragrant, and its scales were browned.
Master Qu chased after him and stopped him with a chorus of voices: "You can't eat it, you cleaned the belly of the fish and scraped the scales—"
The words stopped abruptly, because the fire in the stone rubbed all those burdens and burned them.
"What are you doing, look at the wind!" Qu Hong turned around and caught Chen He and shouted.
"… "
Sure enough, after a while, someone followed the smell to the outside of the courtyard and stretched out his head: "What kind of taste is this, is it grilled fish? Would you like some brothers to order wine and food?"
"What's the fun, children are fooling around!"
Qu Hong held the cigarette stick in a serious manner, patted his sleeves and went out, and glanced at the little apprentice who was standing beside the courtyard gate filling the wooden stakes with satisfaction.
The rough man was shocked: "Master Qu, you are always here."
"It's alright, I'll eat later in the house."
At noon this day, there was a sturdy roasted herring on the table. Some places were overly charred, and some places were still half-cooked. The most important thing was that there was no salt. Men who were used to eating coarse food could only suffer. Facing his face, he tore pieces of fish meat to eat with sauce.
"Master Qu, we made a lot of money from this business." Why do we have to eat this.
"Do you dislike the craftsmanship of the apprentice's baby?" Qu Hong squinted.
"No no, how could it be?"
The rough men laughed dryly, and immediately bore their heads.
Shi Zhonghuo kicked his fat legs, sat on the stool next to him, looked around curiously, then leaned into Chen He's ear and said, "It's unpalatable."
Pointing to Qu Hong, indicating that he said it, and grinning happily, like every urchin who has succeeded in mischief.
Chen He really wanted to make Pang Dun less tossing, but although the alley was deep and there were many courtyards, there were a lot of people living there. People were running around without even knocking on the door. Chen He was often summoned by Qu Hong to look out for the wind.
When the weather was getting hotter and everyone was sweating profusely in single jackets, Master Qu finally taught Shi Zhonghuo to say awkward words.
It's face is so fat that its facial features can't be seen clearly. It's good to say that this baby is blessed, but the ugly thing is that it is obese, and it is regarded by others as having some brain problems.
The origin of Master Qu's apprentice is mysterious, and the child he brings is a bit weird. He was originally the target of many people's inquiries. After hearing that the child's head is a little bad, and seeing the clumsy appearance of Pang Dun, his vigilance turned into pity.
"Hey, little brother Chen, you don't look like such a big child."
The rough guys had nothing to do, and came to chat with Chen He.
Chen He has never met a person with such a status in his two lifetimes—not his subordinates (the brothers' subordinates are his subordinates), not an enemy, nor a "neighbor" or "ally" with good strength and worthy of contact.
Chen He's humility and alienation used to deal with passers-by are obviously incompatible with Qu Hong's subordinates. They are a group of men who drink and drink, eat meat, and can fall asleep without a house, and their hearts are wider than the Yellow River.
They didn't dare to ask more about Mr. Qu. When they got home, the servants and wives were talking a lot.
-What is Master Qu's apprentice, based on their years of experience in the arena, this must be a deceptive statement.
Chen He himself deliberately showed clues to make people guess, that a certain big family or a certain sect sent something, and in a hurry, there was no one to entrust the child, so he let him go to Lord Qu for asylum.
Everyone looked left and right, the baby looked like a fool, and it was useless to rescue him, so they turned their attention to Chen He.
"Actually, that's the younger brother." Chen He thought about it, and still gave Shi Zhonghuo a clear path.
"I'll say it!!"
A rough man slapped his thigh and shouted: "Brother Chen is so handsome, how can he be like a general in the nursing home, at least he must be a young master, the kind that young ladies in dramas often marry."
Chen He:…
The rough guys echoed in succession: "This is the right thing to say, but the tiger is smart!"
After inquiring about Chen He's identity, they were not interested in asking more.
Since Master Qu was not afraid to take the trouble to accept these two "asylum seekers", and he still smiled at him on weekdays, maybe they had some friendship, and they were so happy to pretend to be stupid.
"Brother Chen, have you been to the capital, let me tell you—"
The way for the rough guys to open the chat box is very simple. All of them said it as if they had actually been there, and kept making others nod their heads and admit that such a thing happened.
"The northern girl plays the pipa, she plays it backwards, right?"
"… "
This is not a girl, but a stone fresco.
"Where, the girls in the Yangzhou building are versatile, gentle like water, long sleeves, and beautiful eyes, but they are a little more powdery." Another man pretended to have read thousands of sails and shook his head to comment.
Yes, this one is visiting the theater.
No one in the escort bureau knows the bottom line. It's not easy to expose shortcoming in front of Chen He. They only laugh loudly. Some people even arrogantly found a book that was torn apart and slapped the big bluestone next to it.
"What kind of atmosphere are you blowing? This is the licensed product I brought from Qinhuai River. It's a real guy, understand?"
Chen He lowered his head, and was shocked to find that the "Spring Palace Book" was so rough that only two people could be seen. The faces were drawn with crooked melons and jujubes, and the upper body was out of proportion to the legs.
With his calm appearance, the rough guys who made a bet behind his back that he was still "not knowing the age of love" would be red-faced on the spot unexpectedly, "The seller charged you how much you were being scammed!" Chen He looked with some sympathy other side.
Guys, look at me, I look at you, and suddenly let out a low cry.
"Oh, I heard that a wealthy family member can buy that kind of good picture album. Have you seen Brother Chen before?"
"I heard that some mysterious Jianghu sects have a way of harvesting yin and replenishing yang!"
"Is there? Where can I buy it? Money is not a problem. Brother, I can't eat meat for a few months."
"And drink money!"
"Brother Chen, please point the way!"
After the chaos, Chen He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a stack of beautifully drawn and expensive erotic pictures in his storage bag. He bought it in Yuzhou, but he couldn't get it.
Because... Cough, let's not mention it.
Qu Hong came out of the house to look around, saw Chen He standing outside watching the wind, chatted with his subordinates, and smiled meaningfully: This little apprentice has a smell that is far away from the world and inhumane. Fa's temperament will only become more and more deviated, and it is easy to break down when it is too late. It is just right to give him some fireworks.
East China Sea.
"Do you say it again?" Shi Feng looked at his subordinate coldly, and the Yuzhou Demon Xiu was about to shiver.
"Mozun... Young Master Chen, he hasn't come back yet."