After Fu Nan left, several people started chatting again.
At this time, a butcher appeared at the door, with his clothes open and his round belly exposed, and he slowly walked into the inn.
Pork Jiu doesn't take a lunch break on weekdays, but all the folks in the town go to rest, so they often come to Yu Sheng's place to join in the fun.
Drink some wine, chat about home affairs, and live a comfortable life.
Pork Jiu's pork business is also very good now. They slaughter it in the morning, load it on a thunder truck, sell it directly to the city, and come back at noon.
Occasionally, he would kill pigs for the villagers in the town, keep the food for himself, and then sell them together in the town.
"Xiao Yu'er, make me some more ice cubes. The ones in the cellar are almost used up." Pork Jiu came over carrying a pig head and a piece of meat, "Here, Uncle Jiu left you the most tender pig head today."
Meat and the tenderest loin meat, what’s called Sister Feng’s, I didn’t even sell it at the big price you paid today.”
"Thank you, Uncle Jiu." Yu Sheng took it without any politeness, "I'll freeze the ice cubes for you early tomorrow morning."
"The King of Donghuang has told you about your skills, and you actually go to make ice. I'm not afraid that King Donghuang will beat you up if he finds out." Ye Zigao said.
"Don't be afraid, she can't protect herself now anyway."
Although Yu Sheng said this, he still checked the weather before speaking.
"If you don't do your job all day long, when are you going to rescue your mother?" Mother Hu asked from a distance, otherwise the candle's shadow would be a hidden danger after all.
"How did I know?" Yu Sheng said.
He did have the idea of shooting at the sun, but now that his faith value is not enough, it is difficult for ordinary bows and arrows to get close to the sun, so he has to think about it in the long term.
"Hey, Xiao Yu'er, why don't you ask someone to tell you a fortune and give you some direction?" Zhu Zhujiu suddenly said whimsically.
Yu Sheng handed him a pot of wine, and then brought him a plate of dried bamboo shoots and fresh soybeans to make a braised food for him.
"Uncle Jiu, stop joking. Is there anyone in the world who can tell the fortunes of King Donghuang and the sun in the sky?" Yu Sheng sat down and handed a pair of chopsticks to Ye Zigao and the others. Uncle Jiu was not good at drinking alone, so the four of them happened to be together.
Drink and chat together.
"That's true." Zhu Zhujiu took a sip of wine and picked up some dried bamboo shoots with chopsticks. "But to be honest, the new Taoist priest in the city is really good at fortune-telling."
Yu Sheng took a sip of wine and asked, "What magic method?"
"Those who can know yin and yang, and are good at judging life and death, and who have had their fortune told by him, will die at the same time he says they will die, exactly." Zhu Zhujiu said.
"He didn't kill him, right?" Yu Sheng said casually.
"Well," the drunk Zhu Zhujiu waved his hand, "many people died of illness, it has nothing to do with Taoist priests."
"Of course, there were a few who died in accidents, but the Taoist priests reminded them, but it's a pity that they are stingy with money." Zhu Zhujiu shook his head, feeling sorry for it.
Hu Muyuan smiled and asked: "Uncle Jiu, didn't you go and make a divination for yourself?"
Zhu Zhujiu waved his hand: "The Taoist said, if you are really sick, then God wants to take you away, and he has no way to save you. As for monsters, ghosts and the like..."
He threw a soybean into his mouth and chewed it with relish, "Uncle Jiu is a pig butcher after all. Those little monsters don't dare to get close."
"As for the powerful evil spirits and monsters," Zhu Zhujiu said, "I live next to the inn, so what are I afraid of?"
"That's true," said Ye Zigao, "Besides, even if you are sick, you can still seek treatment from the shopkeeper. What a divination."
Yu Sheng didn't think so. He bit into a bamboo shoot and said, "Uncle Jiu, if that Taoist priest is really spiritual, I think you should do the math and at least know when you and Aunt Jiu will have children, right?"
This is the pain in Pork Nine’s heart.
He had always felt that because he killed pigs and killed too much, he would never have children. For this reason, he donated a lot of sesame oil money to the old monk, hoping that his wife's belly would have some movement. However, after waiting for a long time,
He stopped thinking about this aspect and felt that he would be childless in this life.
"Forget it, accept your fate." Zhu Zhujiu took a sip of bitter wine.
"Don't forget it," Yu Sheng said hurriedly, "The child might be here anytime."
"Based on the rule that the more godly something is, the harder it is to have an heir, many people probably thought that I would never be able to have a daughter in my life. But look at me, I vowed to have a daughter with confidence before. Now I can do it.
It’s over, there’s nothing we can do to stop it.” Yu Sheng drank a glass of wine.
"So when it comes to children, you can't give up hope first. If you talk about it all day long, she might just come running over." Yu Sheng said.
"Our shopkeeper usually doesn't speak human language, but what he said makes sense." Ye Zigao nodded.
Hu Muyuan still believed it was true and said: "It seems that I will have to talk about it more in the future and give birth to a son as soon as possible."
"What kind of son do you want?" Yu Sheng was puzzled, "What a wonderful daughter, such a caring little cotton-padded jacket."
Hu Muyuan blew her long hair from her forehead and said, "I'm different from you. I'm so handsome, so of course I have to have a son so that I can pass on my beauty to this prosperous age."
"Bah," several people present scoffed.
"And you, the shopkeeper," Ye Zigao said to Yu Sheng, "Don't be an old girl. Be careful and you end up giving birth to a son. I'll see how you end up."
"Shut your crow mouth." Yu Sheng dropped a soybean in his mouth in depression, and suddenly said: "You guys think, should I go find that Taoist priest to settle matters?"
"Please spare the Taoist priest's life." Ye Zigao said.
He still remembers the way the goat monster vomited blood.
After drinking another glass of wine, Zhu Zhujiu was really moved by their persuasion, "Then I'll let him do the math tomorrow?"
"Yes, do the math." Everyone said in unison.
"aim!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of shrill screams came from behind. As soon as Yu Sheng turned his head, the police chief threw himself into his arms.
As soon as the black cat saw that there was no space in his arms, he immediately ran under Yu Sheng's stool, huddled up and never came out again.
"What's wrong with this?" Yu Sheng was wondering,
"Ah~" Fu Nan ran out of the kitchen, his face full of panic, and he didn't stop until he ran to Yu Sheng.
"Is there an ugly man chasing you behind?" Ye Zigao asked.
"Why aren't women ugly?" Hu Muyuan asked, and he thought this was reasonable.
"Now that a woman is chasing him, he is going crazy with joy." Ye Zigao said.
Fu Nan ignored their cynicism, and after taking a deep breath, he said: "Rat, shopkeeper, what a big rat."
Yu Sheng was so angry that he patted the police sergeant who was huddled in his arms, "You are still two cats, but you were frightened by a mouse. How embarrassing!"
"I will let you know what courage is today." Yu Sheng leaned over and picked up the black cat.
"Where's the dog?" he asked.
"I guess it's in Chashan. Now the dog has a family." Hu Muyuan said, giving Fu and Ye a teasing look.
Ye Zigao rolled his eyes, "Gouzi also has a son, why didn't you tell me?"
Hu Muyuan now knew what it meant to shoot oneself in the foot.
They went to Chashan to find Gouzi. They saw Gouzi riding on the little white dog and doing shameless things. Qiongqi looked on helplessly.
After seeing Yu Sheng and the others coming, Gouzi came down as if nothing had happened, pretending that nothing happened.
Looking at this scene, Yu Sheng said: "Is there something certain?"