Uncle Luo in Huzi's mouth is a worldly master, the best swordsman in China, handsome, elegant and suave.
But in Mu Mu's opinion, this guy named Luo Wanli is so disgusting.
The navy blue cotton-padded jacket was shiny with oil and had not been washed for an unknown amount of time.
The nose hair is exposed, standing on the upper lip like a wild boar.
The mouth is full of big yellow teeth, but one of the most important front teeth is missing.
When he smiles, his eyes narrow into thin slits, and small pieces of eye droppings remain in the corners of his eyes.
Sloppy, extremely dirty, and without any image at all.
He sat diagonally across the log, smoking, drinking, and eating large pieces of meat.
To be precise, he is just like a tiger, staring at the hare meat and feasting on it.
The ready-made bamboo chopsticks are not in use, so you have to grab them with your hands. The eating scene looks like a starving ghost reincarnated, which makes people speechless.
As for the three members of Lao Wang's family, it seems that they have long been accustomed to the habit of visiting people. No one finds it objectionable, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with it.
"It's delicious. The food cooked by my eldest Xinyi niece is delicious." Luo Wanli chewed the meat in his mouth, not forgetting to suck the oil on his fingers and said: "Well, I don't have time to go to town this month. Remember when you leave.
Help me take the medicinal materials to sell, saving me a trip alone."
Wang Changhou said without hesitation: "Okay, let me wait for the newly picked wild ginseng to dry, and we will set off in about five days."
Luo Wanli took a sip of wine and said with an expression of enjoyment: "God will take care of you and give you a generous gift before the heavy snow closes the mountains. If nothing else, I have enough money to buy new year's goods, and half of it can be saved for Huzi to go to school."
Wang Changhou said stupidly: "That's right, so I have to thank you for accompanying me to Woniu Peak. Without your whim, I would have never had the chance to discover this wild ginseng."
"Speaking of which, I should give you half of the money from the old ginseng, which is about four thousand yuan."
Luo Wanli sneered and said: "You found the ginseng and it has nothing to do with me. The rule for those who collect medicine is whoever sees it first gets it."
"I really want to thank you for bringing me two cigarettes from town."
"Here, it's the Hongtashan I usually smoke. It costs seven yuan a pack."
Wang Xinyi stood up, took the initiative to pour wine for the two elders, and asked: "Uncle Luo, why don't you smoke the cigarettes you rolled yourself? Like my dad, he grows his own tobacco leaves and harvests them in season."
"It takes one year to plant and one year to pump. Not only is it cheap, it's also convenient."
"You are so addicted to cigarettes, you need two packs a day, right?"
"One pack is seven yuan, two packs are fourteen, that's nearly five hundred yuan a month."
"How many big fat pigs do you have to buy for just over five thousand a year?"
Luo Wanli laughed heartily and said, "You, you girl are a master who knows how to live a good life. Whoever marries you in the future will definitely be lucky."
Wang Changhou followed with a smile and said: "Uncle Luo can eat enough for you and the whole family is not hungry. He has no parents, no children, no wives. What does he need money for? It is better to eat and drink all to be healthy."
"At least this life is comfortable."
"Brother Luo, is this true?"
Luo Wanli responded repeatedly: "It's almost the same, but the main reason is that I'm not used to smoking homemade cigarettes without filters."
"I always feel that my throat is choking and scratching."
"I can't even put it in a pipe. I can't stand the smell of the punch."
As he spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Wang Changhou: "I heard that Old Liu from Xiwan Village came to propose marriage to his boy again last week?"
Wang Changhou struck a match, lowered his head and took a few puffs, and said with smoke coming out of his nostrils: "Yes, since last year, he has come to my house every now and then to chat, and he is always empty-handed."
I brought bottles of liquor."
"Xin Yi is not happy, I don't dare to accept it, and I can't accept it."
"This time, the meaning changes."
Wang Xinyi said aggrievedly: "Dad, I've seen that Liu Hedong, his face is pockmarked with acne, he's so ugly."
"You said Mu Mu looks anxious, but that person looks older than Mu Mu."
"Obviously he is in his early twenties, but he looks like he is forty."
