There was a sensation in Jinan City. It was called an alley with thousands of people. Men, women, old and young gathered to watch Mr. Du Si running naked!
At this time, the people who were chasing behind them all knew that this naked man with a thick body and amazing wealth was Sima Zhong, the commander of the Shandong capital of the Ming Dynasty! Naturally, no one dared to step forward to touch him anymore.
Follow closely behind, watch intently, and comment with relish!
Ma Zhong was still shouting and running wildly on the street, and he arrived at a street intersection! At the corner, a farmer who came to the city to collect manure came out pushing a newly filled manure truck!
Ma Zhong hit the wheelbarrow with a bang. The truck overturned at that time, and several large buckets filled with feces overturned and poured all over him! But Ma Zhong didn't notice it and continued to move forward.
I ran away, but unexpectedly, I was slipped by the excrement water on the ground and fell onto my back. I was lying firmly in the excrement soup!
The people who were watching covered their noses one after another, and many people vomited in disgust. Ma Zhongyuan didn't notice it at all. He struggled to get up from the ground. His hair was all scattered, and it was covered with excrement soup, and his hands and body were all covered with it.
The same thing, dripping with feces!
At this time, Ma Zhong's followers finally came up. When they saw this, they were dumbfounded and thought to themselves, how could they do this? How could they be disgusted to death?!
It was only under the threat of the chief steward that he shouted hoarsely that all the followers gritted their teeth and closed their eyes and rushed forward, pinning down the naked man covered in feces and water!
"Let's all disperse!" the head steward shouted to the people: "The government is arresting fugitives! Stop watching!"
"What? Fugitive!" the common people naturally asked: "Isn't it Lord Dusi?!"
"Nonsense!" the head steward was furious, "Can Master Dusi... do such a thing?!"
"But we have seen Mr. Dusi, and he looks like this!" The common people were not easy to fool, and they all questioned: "Moreover, we saw him getting off Dusi's sedan chair!"
"Well..." The head steward was sweating profusely in anxiety and could only make nonsense: "This man looks like Dusi, but he is really not! He is a fraudster pretending to be Dusi. We caught him and we are going to
He’s taking it back for interrogation!”
"Nonsense," the common people refused to give in. Someone shouted: "I heard you call him Master!"
"You heard wrong!" The head steward was at a loss for words. What is black is black. No matter how you wash it, it cannot be whitened. It can only become darker with more washing.
At this time, seeing that his men had tied Master Du Si up and stuffed his mouth with a cloth, the head steward quickly asked someone to pick up Ma Zhong and ran away in despair!
As the saying goes, good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. Before Ma Zhong returned home, someone from his family had already come to report him, and Mr. Du Si was running naked on the street!
Ma Zhong's wife and concubines still didn't believe it, so they had the messenger dragged out and beaten! Unexpectedly, in the middle of the beating, they saw the chief steward and a group of his men running back in despair, carrying a smelly smell on his shoulders.
Damn naked man!
"Oh, why is it so smelly!" Ma Zhong's sixth wife said angrily: "Ma Fu, why are you crazy? Why did you bring such a smelly thing back! Why don't you throw him out quickly!"
"You can't throw it away!" the head steward said with a sad face: "This is our master!"
"Nonsense!" Several ladies got angry together and roared: "Ma Fu! You are also itchy!"
"Hey! Wash him clean quickly!" The head steward had no choice but to prove it to them. Fortunately, it was summer now, and there was a water tank in the yard. His men directly scooped water for the man to wash him clean. Madams
At first glance, hey, who is it if it’s not Ma Zhong?
"Oh, sir! How did you do this?!" The ladies rushed to the ground crying, but Ma Zhong was speechless!
"Damn Shacai, you dare to block the master's mouth!" The eldest lady said angrily: "Why don't you take it off for the master!"
"You still dare to tie me up, please untie me quickly!" Naturally, the second lady couldn't just let the eldest lady show off her power.
"Madam, please hold on! The master may be crazy!" Ma Fu first inoculated the ladies, and then pulled off the cloth that blocked Ma Zhong's mouth.
"Oh ah ah! Ooo la la la! Mmmmmmmmm!" As soon as Ma Zhong's mouth regained its freedom, he immediately made all kinds of strange sounds. Together with that exaggerated expression on his face, it was enough to prove that what Ma Fu said was absolutely true!
Now, no one dared to let Ma Fu and Ma Zhong loose their bonds...
In the back office of Dusi Yamen, a group of women were swarming. Ma Fulai had to make the decision. He led people to carry Ma Zhong into the house and tied him on the bed. He then asked people to invite all the famous doctors in Jinan City. But he was afraid that his family would
The doctor couldn't solve the master's problem, so he also invited a large group of monks, Taoists, lamas, goddesses, maidens... In short, he invited everyone he could, thinking that there would be one suitable for his master.
With so many masters gathered together, naturally they could talk about anything. Some said that Master Dusi was possessed by a nightmare, some said that Master Dusi was insane, some said that Master Dusi was possessed by Wong Tai Sin, and some said that Master Dusi was possessed by Wong Tai Sin.
It is said that Mr. Dusi usually kills too much and the wronged soul comes to find the ****!
There were also various ways to solve the problem. Some wanted to burn incense, some wanted to catch monsters, some wanted to perform a magic dance, and some wanted to hang Mr. Du Si upside down on a golden bell... They kept arguing until dark, but no result was achieved.
The people in the mansion had to invite the masters to have a meal in the front hall first, and then continue the discussion after the meal. Naturally, everyone agreed. After drinking and eating, the masters returned to Ma Zhong and were about to continue the quarrel when they heard him
The snoring is loud!
Everyone looked at it blankly and saw that Master Dusi, who was still crazy at first, was already snoring and falling asleep...
"According to my observation," one of the doctors said softly, stroking his goatee, "Master Dusi is not crazy about drinking."
"..." Everyone was silent. Especially Ma Fu and the ladies, they all believed it, because Ma Zhong has always had the bad habit of acting crazy after being drunk, but this time it was too exaggerated, and the consequences were too serious.
As for his family, they all thought he was going crazy after drinking, and they didn't think of him simply being drunk and going crazy...
Waiting until three o'clock in the morning the next day, Master Dusi woke up, looked at the various people in the room blankly, and asked strangely: "What are you going to do?" He frowned and said: "My head hurts..." He
He wanted to raise his hands to rub his head, but found that he was tied tightly to the bed. He couldn't help but said angrily: "You bastard! Who dares to tie me up if you are tired of living?"
"Master, you really don't remember what happened yesterday?" Ma Fu asked cautiously.
"Yesterday..." Ma Zhong frowned and thought for a while, then said in a low voice, "I just remember that after I finished drinking with the imperial envoy and got on the sedan chair, I couldn't remember anything..."
"It's broken..." The doctor slapped his thigh and said, "Let me tell you, Mr. Dusi is just drunk!"
"What a mess, let me go!" When Ma Zhong heard this and thought about the current situation, he seemed to vaguely recall something, his face changed drastically, and he got angry and said: "Get out of here!"
The monks, Taoists, goddesses, women, and children all showed bored expressions, shook their heads and retreated. The doctor did not forget to kindly remind Ma Zhongdao: "My lord, I will give up drinking in the future. If there is a future..."
"Stop!" Ma Zhong roared at the doctor: "Tell me clearly, what do you mean there will be a future?"
The doctor ignored him and ran away. Ma Fu and others did not stop him. It seemed that Ma Zhong's words had lost their former power...
After all the outsiders were gone, Ma Fu untied the rope from Ma Zhong. Ma Zhong moved his hands and feet and stood up, asking with a sullen face: "What did I do yesterday?"
"Master, you really can't remember?" Ma Fu asked in a low voice.
"I can't remember, I just remember having a long nightmare..." Ma Zhong rubbed his head and said in a low voice.
"What nightmare?" the eldest lady asked aloud.
Seeing that there were no outsiders left and right, Ma Zhong said with some embarrassment: "I actually dreamed that I... was running naked on the street, with everyone in the city watching, and finally bumped into a dung truck."
He laughed uncontrollably and said: "This dream is too absurd. Ma Fu, you should ask a monk to interpret the dream for me to see if it is a bad omen or a good omen."
"Of course it's a bad omen, a big bad omen..." Ma Fu said with a sad face.
"How can you be so sure?! I heard that dreams are reverses. I was so embarrassed in my dream that I might be able to honor my ancestors..." Ma Zhong was very dissatisfied with Ma Fu for being so arbitrary.
"Returning honor to our ancestors..." The third lady spoke frankly and muttered in a low voice: "My ancestors have lost all their face..."
"What do you mean?!" Ma Zhong's face dropped and his eyes widened.
"Because..." Ma Zhong said in a voice like a mosquito: "Master's dream is true. You really ran naked in front of the whole city yesterday, and you also crashed into a dung truck..."
"Fart!" Ma Zhong laughed strangely: "Why don't you tell me how good it is that I peed on the Jinluan Palace! Is I crazy or what? How could..." His voice became smaller and smaller, because he saw everyone was peeing.
It's like mourning a concubine, and then thinking about how I was tied to the bed before, and there were so many monks and Taoists around me, it seems impossible that I was joking...
"What's so stinky?!" Ma Zhong was stunned when he smelled a stench that made him faintly nauseated.
"Master, it's the smell on your body..." Ma Fu said timidly: "You were drunk, hit the dung truck, and got covered in yellow soup. We have given you a good wash, but it won't last for a few days.
Can’t get rid of it…”
"Master, how many times have I advised you to drink less horse urine!" The eldest lady said bitterly: "You don't know that you behave like crazy when you are drunk. This time, you are doing it on the street.
It’s a shame!”
"Shut up!" Old Ma Zhong's face turned red and he slapped the edge of the bed and roared. He couldn't accept this fact no matter what, but the fact was there and he couldn't escape. He could only kick out everyone around him.