"You can't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment." Yu Sheng stood up and walked out, "If you eat all kinds of grains, you will inevitably get sick, even if..."
"No!" Aunt Qing shouted, Yu Sheng was shocked.
His words were full of anger, and it really didn't sound like he was ill.
Seeing Yu Sheng looking back at her, Aunt Qing was a little flustered, "What did you bring? I'll just have something to eat."
"Stewed pig's trotters." Yu Sheng opened the food box.
Aunt Qing glanced at him, she didn't know what to say because he actually let the patient chew pig's trotters.
Fortunately, I am in good health. I have been busy all day and did not bother to eat, so I took this opportunity to replenish my body.
Yu Sheng gave her the chopsticks, and Aunt Qing rummaged through the food box, "Where's the wine?"
"You're not sick," Yu Sheng looked at her suspiciously, "How can you drink when you're sick?"
Aunt Qing remembered it, and acted frail and busy, "Ahem, you don't understand, my aunt's illness can only be cured by drinking."
"Drinking is harmful to the body." Yu Sheng insisted, "Look, there is porridge cooked during the day. This porridge is cooked very well today."
Aunt Qing had no choice but to let Yu Sheng get the wine.
She took the porridge and said, "Then have some porridge. You go down and do your work first. I'll clean up later."
"Okay." Yu Sheng closed the door and went out. As soon as Aunt Qing's eyes sparkled, Yu Sheng opened the door and walked in again.
"I'll take this away." Yu Sheng walked to the dressing table and took away the two jars of wine hidden there.
"Hey." Aunt Qing stopped him and saw Yu Sheng said seriously: "You can't drink when you are sick."
Yu Sheng really went downstairs this time, and Aunt Qing was spooning porridge, "You little brat, you dare to teach me a lesson."
She looked at the porridge and said, "That's all, let's just have porridge today."
The stewed pig's trotters were moistened with honey and were red and shiny. They looked appetizing. Aunt Qing picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. It was soft and chewy.
It would be great if there was wine. This pig's trotters is really good with wine.
When Yu Sheng went downstairs, the group of people led by young Wu Zhu had already had enough food and drinks.
After instructing the inn to prepare some late-night wine and food for the six brothers outside, they went to the backyard to rest in the big shop.
"He actually sleeps on the same bunk. This shaman is really shabby." Yu Sheng said.
"He was too embarrassed to sleep in the room alone, and he was reluctant to let everyone else sleep in the room." The little old man never missed any opportunity to belittle Wu Zhu.
"I don't know, I thought Wu Zhu stole your wife." Ye Zigao sat down and said, "You must be on guard. People live together to prevent them from being defeated by each other."
"Thank God if Wu Zhu doesn't harm others. Who dares to provoke them." Yu Sheng proposed a food box and asked Ye Zigao to give it to those people outside.
After clearing away the tables and chairs in the inn, Yu Sheng and the others went to bed.
It was late at night, the town gradually became quiet, and the lanterns hung on the archway of the inn were burned out.
There are two bright moons in the sky, and the moonlight passes through the broken clouds and spreads on the street, like slowly flowing clear water.
After a day's journey, after all the wine and food, the six people surrounding the oxcart were also tired.
They were lying or leaning on each other, their eyelids were twitching, and some were even snoring.
But for the Black Cat Sheriff brothers, night is their active stage.
They emerged from the backyard fence and followed the wall to the open space. Their rats were hidden in a straw pile, but today they were blocked by an ox cart.
There were people beside the bullock cart, which made Sheriff Black Cat and his brother stop in their tracks.
They have already eaten enough tonight and there is no need to expose their treasures in front of people.
Last time, I was too ostentatious and hung it on the roof to dry in full view of the little fish.
Compared with dried mice, they prefer dishes cooked by Xiaoyuer, because the name of Xiaoyuer itself is very delicious.
When they talked about fish, they thought of the golden carp that had gone away long ago. They only blamed themselves for being too young and not poisoning it.
After staying in the dark for a long time, the Black Cat Sheriff brothers looked at each other and decided to go take a look at the Taoist priest's strange car.
They smelled a lot of delicious food in the car, and it was initially estimated that there were dozens of different flavors of mice.
A few days ago, due to the majesty of the little fish, I couldn't get close to see what was going on.
Tonight the brothers decided to scare them, so as to live up to their dignity as cats.
Otherwise, if a mouse crosses the street and fails to show its kindness to the landlord, wouldn't it be disgraced by these mice in the future?
The little fish are shameless, but they still want it.
As for the cart running away in shock, what should we do? Sheriff Black Cat looked at the people around the cart and saw that this was the scapegoat they had found.
Sheriff Black Cat approached the car in the darkness along the corner, and heard a rustling sound before he walked in.
They were familiar with the sound, and the black cat even smelled the scent of spiced mice and even the fragrance of bamboo.
My mother said that the mice in the bamboo forest taste very good, but the mice in the Zhenxi bamboo forest are too big.
"Papa", the police sergeant walked to the car and patted the door. The car immediately became panicked, "squeaked" and the car body even started to shake.
The sergeant narrowed his eyes and felt very satisfied.
"Who?" The people surrounding the bullock cart were startled by the slight shaking of the Taoist priest's cart.
He stood up with the knife in hand, surprised that the car was shaking slightly, and felt a little frightened.
"Hey, hey." He poked his companion next to him, "That weird car is moving."
My companion muttered, "Maybe it's a wild cat causing trouble."
"Meow", the police chief felt that just taking pictures was not enough, so he yelled again, causing even greater commotion in the car.
"Look, it's a cat." The companion turned over to go back to sleep, but he pushed him again, "Can a cat push the entire car?"
My companion also felt that the noise was louder. He looked back and hurriedly pushed the others to wake up, "Is this strange car haunted?"
"A crow's mouth." One person scolded him. They were most afraid of saying this now.
"Is there a big guy hiding inside?" The six people raised their knives and watched the strange car shake.
"Let's go and take a look." Someone finally suggested.
The two of them were left looking at the coffin, while the four of them walked towards the strange car carrying a white lantern.
They circled the car and found nothing out of the ordinary.
There must be something inside the car. They stood at the car door, "Would you like to open the door and take a look?"
"Open." Everyone agreed.
The leading man handed the lantern to others and reached out to pull the car door, but he couldn't open it even though he tried his best.
"Damn it, I can't pull it."
"Don't talk nonsense." Someone scolded him from behind.
"Aren't you also talking about ghosts?"
"I'm here to stop you from telling ghost stories."
"Why can you say that?"
"Okay, stop arguing." The other two people stopped them.
"Since you can't pull it, don't pull it. The car will be quiet anyway," one person said.
Everyone agreed, but when the man holding the lantern turned around, he saw two small eyes twinkling at his feet.
He shouted loudly: "What is that?" The lantern in his hand hit the shining object at the same time.
The Sheriff was waiting for them to open the car door so he could rush in and have a feast, when disaster struck from the sky.
It hissed miserably and hurriedly ran to the side.
"A cat." The frightened man then kicked the police chief.
The police sergeant had nowhere to hide, so he could only get under the car, then get out from the opposite side and run towards the bullock cart.
"This is a black cat, stop it quickly, quickly," the man next to the strange car shouted.
Without waiting for his orders, the man who stayed behind had already rushed towards the police chief.
But the Sheriff usually eats all spiritual things, and his body is light and nimble and agile like a cat. He can twist his body and get under the man's crotch.
Another man also came forward. Seeing this, the police chief jumped onto the bullock cart and then jumped onto the coffin.
It’s broken! The four men who came from behind felt a thump in their hearts.