Zhu Jiujie said: "Chang Yue, stop making trouble. Everyone has different talents. Some skills cannot be practiced. Besides, you haven't mastered Xuanyin Finger and Six Yin and Six Yang Palm yet. You have to learn to walk through walls.
I'm afraid I won't be able to master any of them."
Chang Yue stuck out her tongue and let go of her hand.
"I came early today."
"It gets dark early, so we came early."
"Okay, I knew I was going to be unlucky when I saw you. Let's go out to eat. I'll treat you to my wife."
"No, we're going to treat you today."
With that said, Thin Er took out the reward he got from the underwear show that day.
"Wow, the money is good. You are finally generous. Okay, I will give you a chance to show off. Find a high-end restaurant at home. A big place won't eat you to death."
The four of them went downstairs and outside the community. Suddenly, a Taoist priest walked over in front of them.
Zhu Jiujie and Ergui were both shocked.
What a great atmosphere.
When the man walked by, the two of them felt as if there was an invisible wall in front of him.
I saw that he was in his fifties, with long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, three strands of beard floating on his chin, and a whisk in his hand.
"Who is this Taoist? Is it the leader of the Maoshan Sect who has come down from the mountain?"
The fat one and the thin one stick out their tongues.
There is a fruit street not far away, with all kinds of fruits on the street.
Like a child, Shou Er jumped from one stall to that stall, and from that stall to the next. He had just grabbed a red and round apple, and suddenly his hands loosened, and he dropped the apple and picked up the apple from the stall.
Eat bananas.
The stall opened his mouth and was about to speak. Shou Er threw the banana away and said, "Bah, what kind of banana? It tastes too bad."
The stall owner chuckled: "Brother, these are not real bananas, they are samples."
"It's fake, boss, are you selling fake goods?"
"Not fake?" The stall owner pointed to other stalls: "Did you see that every stall uses fake bananas as samples? Bananas are different from apples and will become stale after two days, so we all use fake ones.
As a sample."
"You deceived the customer's feelings at this time, you compensate us for the mental loss."
Sho Er and Chang Yue learned a lot of modern knowledge and became reluctant to give up.
The stall owner kept complaining, Chang Yue hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him, Sho Er grabbed an apple with one hand, and that was the end of the matter.
Shou Er said: "This is a good method. It's fat and big. When you get to the next stall, you can also follow my example and eat two apples."
Fatty said: "I'm not as good-for-nothing as you."
However, even though Fatty said this, he actually wanted to eat it in his heart. Skinny Er had been with him for many years, so he naturally understood his character.
When they came to the next stall, Shou Er said deliberately: "Really delicious apples, big and red apples, crisp and sweet apples."
The stall owner smiled and said, "Thank you. I used to sell apples, right?"
"Who sold the apples?"
"Looking at what you just shouted, you are actually very good at it. Can you speak louder and recruit some customers for me? I will give you two apples."
"I have an apple, and I want to eat a banana."
"Also a banana."
Shou Er grabbed a banana, took a bite, and spat it out: "Bah, bah, what a broken banana, it doesn't taste good at all."
The stall owner smiled and said, "Brother, the bananas you are eating are not bananas, they are made from samples or molds."
"No matter what the mold is, I just want to eat bananas. If you don't give them to me, I'll shout loudly and I won't be able to sell the fruit."
"Okay, brother, stop shouting. I'll give you two bananas."
With that said, the stall owner broke off two bananas and handed them to Shou Er.
Shou Er was very proud.
On the way, he kept winking at Pangda: "Pangda, look, I'm smarter. I can eat apples and bananas without spending a penny."
Fatty said: "As for your tricks, who can't do it? Look at me."
Several people came to the next fruit stall.
Pang Da walked up, pinched his waist, and asked: "Boss, can I eat your bananas?"
The stall owner was stunned: "What do you call this? Are there any bananas that can't be eaten?"
Pangda grabbed the molded banana on the stall and said, "You can't eat this. What you just said was clearly deceptive. You have to compensate us for our mental losses."
"That's unreasonable." The stall owner glared and said, "Where is this old guy from? He's doing nothing to cause trouble."
Fatty was startled and thought to himself: Why do people have to fight so hard when they get to my place?
Shou Er laughed loudly: "Pang Da, you can't do it, just accept it, stall owner, beat him, beat him."
The stall owner really jumped out when he rolled up his sleeves.
In fact, the stall owner just wanted to scare Pang Da. He thought that Pang Da was the kind of person who came to look for trouble. Naturally, the stall owner did not want to be frightened by him, otherwise he would not be able to hang out on the street.
Unexpectedly, before his feet even touched the ground, his wrist suddenly tightened and he was caught by Pang Da.
With a gentle push from Fatty, the stall owner sat back down.
"Boss, it's okay if you don't compensate for the loss, I have no choice but to take your fruit."
With that said, Fatty took two apples, grabbed a plate of bananas from the stall owner's basket, and walked away.
The stall owner was pushed back hard by him, and he didn't dare to say anything for a while, so he could only watch him leave.
Shou Er laughed loudly: "Pang Da, you are openly robbing, this does not count."
Pangda bit off half of the apple in one mouthful: "I don't care, there is free fruit to eat anyway."
The group of people hadn't gone far when they suddenly saw a little boy standing on the side of the street, looking at Fatty intently.
At this time, all the apples in the thin hand were eaten, while there were still four or five bananas left in the fat hand.
When Fatty saw the little boy looking at him, he asked, "Boy, why are you looking at me like this?"
The little boy seemed not to have heard what Fatty said. He looked at the banana in his hand and kept licking his lips.
Shou Er chuckled: "Fat, I want to eat bananas.
When Fatty heard this, he quickly raised the banana in his hand and said, "Kid, this banana can't be eaten. It's made from a mold, so it can't be eaten."
Several people passed by the little boy, and the little boy actually followed them.
Shou Er laughed so hard that he held his stomach: "It's over, Fatty has a son."
"Nonsense, how old am I to have such a young son? It's almost as if I am his grandfather."
Shou Er smiled and said to the little boy: "Hurry up and call grandpa. If you call grandpa, he will give you a banana to eat."
Sure enough, the little boy called Grandpa, one after another.
After saying that, the fat man threw all the bananas in his hands into the little boy's hands: "Okay, take it, take it, it's really unlucky to meet you."
Fatty covered his head and shouted, "Okay, stop screaming."
The little boy hugged the banana and quickly threw it away.
"Alas." Fatty smiled bitterly: "I wanted to enjoy my banana addiction, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't eat it in the end."
As he was talking, suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the Peony Hotel next to him.
"Hey, Pangda, there must be someone treating you inside." With that, Shou Er jumped to the door and asked the pretty etiquette lady: "Little girl, who is treating someone inside?"
"It's the director of the Health Bureau."
"What kind of official is the director?"
The etiquette lady smiled and said nothing.
Fatty jumped over and said, "Slender Er, why are you so embarrassed? Didn't my junior wife teach you that the county director is at the bureau level, which is equivalent to the eighth or ninth grade?"
"Pangda, listen, it must be very lively inside."
"You know the excitement."
"Don't you think about it? There will definitely be a lot of delicious food for the eighth- and ninth-grade officials. Pangda, how about we go and join in the fun?"
"Well..." Fatty whispered: "You think I don't want to? The problem is that Brother Zhu will be unhappy. He doesn't like us causing trouble."
"He is him, and we are us. Why should we listen to him when we comfort our stomachs?"
"The question is... Okay, you can go if you want. We have to do this... Is this a good idea?" As he said that, Fatty whispered a few words into Slender Er's ear.
Shou Er was overjoyed: "Pang Da, I admire you more and more, Ou Ye."
"Let's go over and tell him."
The two ghosts jumped to Zhu Jiujie with regrets on their faces: "Brother Zhu, Junior Wife, we just received a call from Boss Yan. Boss Yan heard that we were playing outside and was very angry and asked us to rush back immediately.
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"Then you two, please go back quickly." Zhu Jiujie knew that the boss they were talking about was King Yama.
The two ghosts winked and turned the corner, and two puffs of smoke entered the hotel.
Chang Yue said: "Brother-in-law, which company does Boss Yan belong to? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"Ah, maybe it's an enterprise in Linxian County." Zhu Jiu said warily: "These two guys integrated into the new society very quickly. They actually called King Yama, Boss Yama, and they were comrades."