Legend of Hua Buqi

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After she finished talking, she saw that Zhu Ba ’s face was so bitter that she was about to wring out the water, glaring at her with her beard shaking. Do not give up smug straight. She thought badly, living in such a large mansion, so rich, but Jiu Shu was so poor, who would n’t you?

In her mouth, she said apologetically: "I'm sorry, it makes you sick. In fact, Jiu Shu's favorite thing is to sit on the bridge head and bask in the sun, biting a bouncer. Jiu Shu said that it is better than chewing peanut Comfortable! "

Uncle Zhu Ba's face was distorted, glaring at him, his eyes were red.

Don't give up scratching the tiger's butt, do not plan to wait for him to show his power. Stand up and say: "I'll find you the meat that is not flying in the sky, running on the ground, and raised in the house. Looking at the fire, when the fire is small, I will put dead bamboo leaves in it. Seems to have no appetite? "

Uncle Zhu Ba looked at her with palpitation, thinking she would not get a rat back, right? Thinking of his son's miserable situation, he was out today, even if she really only brought a child, he will also try the food that his son has eaten! Uncle Zhu Ba clenched his teeth and said: "I'm very hungry."

The dead duck's mouth is hard! Without giving up, he laughed and lifted a bamboo branch into the bamboo forest.

She hummed in her mouth, but the uncomfortable Xiaoquer disappeared deep in the bamboo forest. The blue floral short underpants printed on white outline her light and petite figure. Like the tender bamboo leaves newly extracted from the tip of the green bamboo, it brings vitality.

When the wind blew past, Uncle Zhu Ba, who was sitting at the downwind, was so conscious that he choked tears. He shifted his direction and added a dry bamboo leaf to the fire. This time the wind did not blow smoke into his eyes, but the tears of Grandpa Zhu Ba slipped again. He wiped his face and said softly, "Xiao Jiu, this child is suffering too much."

Singing from far and near, I don't abandon smiling and carrying a cauliflower snake back.

A little girl with bright eyes and jewel-like sparkles carrying a thick and twisting snake in her hand. This scene bluffed Mr. Zhu Ba jumped from the ground, he took a bamboo branch and shouted, "Throw it away! Don't be bitten by it!"

Do not give up a stunned, my heart rose warm. This old man is not so ruthless. She saw a few ashes on the old man's face, the poplin robes were covered with dust, and the cute look, who was so anxious to blow his beard, glared at him. Without abandoning the snake, he jumped and jumped into Mr. Zhu Ba, and shouted loudly: "It's terrible, it's entangled with me and can't be thrown away! Ahhhhhhh-"

The snake was squeezed by her seven inches, and the snake wrapped around her arm straight, twisting non-stop. It looks terrible. Uncle Zhu Ba jumped his feet and scared his forehead with sweat beads, and cursed himself why he ordered everyone not to enter the bamboo forest. He held the bamboo branch nervously, and saw the fear on his small face, and his bright eyes were full of fear. Suddenly, my heart was suddenly pinched by a hand, and the pain caused him to tremble, shaking and rushing up: "I'll kill you!"

The bamboo branch waved towards the snake wrapped around his arm with wind. Uncle Zhu Ba's reddish eyes and anxious expression suddenly made Bu Yi feel the urge to cry.

She reached out her arm and let the bamboo branch hit the snake hard. The snake was stimulated, seven inches were pinched, and her body became tighter. Her heart seemed to be entangled with a rope, and she felt breathless.

"I killed you, killed you!" Mr. Zhu Ba shouted and waved the bamboo branches desperately.

Uncle Zhu Ba wanted to hit someone if he was angry. Without his command, someone will do it for him. Not to mention beating people, even if he wanted to kill someone, a little blood would not let his old man's nose smell. What did he really do? Even shopping for money, he will not bring a purse. He is used to his clothes to reach out and open his mouth. Sitting on the ground in the bamboo forest, and grabbing a handful of dry bamboo leaves covered with dust and burning the fire, was enough to scare everyone's chin. Not to mention that he dared to rush to fight the snake.

Standing without stunned, there was a crackling knock on his arm, his eyes slowly filled with tears. She inhaled her fingers and squeezed the snake's seven-inch arm, and the snake's soft cotton hung down. The tail was curling up involuntarily, and no longer had the power to wrap her arm. Without giving up his smile, he cheered loudly: "It doesn't move! Old man, you are so good! There is snake soup at noon!"

"Dead?" Mr. Zhu Ba puffed at the bamboo sticks, spitting foam into his mouth. "Girl, did it hurt you?"

"No, wait for it to eat, you must break it up to get rid of it!" He turned around without exaggerating. My heart was moved inexplicably. She had originally thought that she would come to Zhu Mansion to take care of this uncle Zhu Ba, who didn't even hear about Jiu Shu, but she couldn't keep her heart up.

Mr. Zhu Ba sat on the ground with his legs slipping softly, and looked at Bu Li, who squatted at the side of the ditch and peeled the snakeskin. He stroked his heart, and it took a while to crush the sore pain. Looking back at the scene just now, he sighed softly. The girl just bluffed him, and she was almost taken aback by her life. He is really old, not harder than before.

Bai Sheng raw meat shouting snake was cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces and placed in a boiling pot. Open the ruffle brought by Mr. Zhu Ba, and don't give up laughing. The things people prepared for Mr. Zhu Ba are too complete. The condiments are packed in small, delicate silver bottles. Ginger garlic shallots shallots shall be washed, cut and placed in a small silver box.

She looked at the beautifully carved patterns on the silver bottle boxes, and was a little angry. A random bottle of salt in Zhu's house is enough for ordinary people to eat a month's meal. Damn luxury! She couldn't help but be unjust for Jiushu. Yangchun noodles, how many bowls can I eat? How many bowls of meat noodles can I eat? Thinking of her anger, he glared at Mr. Zhu Ba.

Uncle Zhu Ba froze for a moment, a smile on his face pleasing: "It's so sweet!"

Without giving him a glance, add seasoning to the pot. After being cooked for a while, the soup in the pot became full-bodied, with an attractive fragrance.

Uncle Zhu Ba has a habit of eating as soon as physical strength is consumed. Eat after scolding people, and after walking. Today he walked the road, took the pot, beat the snake, and felt hungry like never before. He swallowed and was a bit impatient.

Picking up two porcelain bowls like white jade and adjusting the water-dipping seasoning, he gave it to Mr. Zhu Ba: "Exclusive ingredients!"

Uncle Zhu Ba has always been serving dishes for shabu-shabu. He took the bowl and held the silver chopsticks nervously, looking at the tumbling Baiqi in the pot.

He gave him a sympathetic glance and secretly muttered that Uncle Ji had such a stupid father? I couldn't eat in my mouth when I watched it in the pot. Reminiscent of Mr. Zhu Ba's courage to fight like a bayonet with the Japanese when she was playing snakes, her heart softened again. Chopsticks rushed into Baiqilu's pot, accurately picked up bamboo shoots and put them into his bowl: "Eat."

The crunchy bamboo fungus was put in the mouth with the fragrance, and Mrs. Zhu Ba opened his mouth while ironing to breathe.

In the early spring, the spring bamboo shoots emerging from the soil layer are crisp and the snake meat is boneless and tender. The beauty of the seasoning is beyond words.

Do not give up chewing the snake meat slowly, and put the threat to the bowl of Mr. Zhu eight. Then I used an empty bowl to hold the soup, put the green onions and cool them, and delivered them to the sweaty Grandpa Zhu Ba.

At this moment, the midday sun penetrated the bamboo forest warmly and arrogantly sprinkled on the two people in the picnic. The flavour of snake meat bamboo fungus soup floats in the forest. The Suzhou River was clearing in the water channel beside it. There were a few wildflowers blooming brightly on the open ground.

Very harmonious and warm.

Uncle Zhu Ba almost ate the whole snake by himself, drained the bamboo shoots in the pot, and drank half the pot of soup. But tears slowly fell into his eyes, sobbing with a bowl like a child.

Do not give up pantothenic acid in your eyes. She understood Mr. Zhu's tears inexplicably.

With his arrival, the old man confirmed the news of the death of his only son. The white-haired people send black-haired people, not to mention the ninth-generation Zhu Miao of the Zhu family. If Mr. Zhu Ba was not sad, he would n’t give up and would n’t dare to guarantee that he would throw this pot of soup all over him.

But he wept, he was sad. He made the unforgettable heart very soft.

Looking at the heartbroken look of the old man, he did not abandon the bowl in his hand and started to whisper: "Who said that we had a bad time? Me and Uncle Ji are very happy every day. What is the most comfortable day? It ’s the most comfortable to get nothing for nothing! Do nothing, just put an empty bowl on the ground, and a copper and silver corner will be thrown in a while. Jiu Shu and I have new shoes to wear without spending a penny. Jiu Shu ’s hand is so clever, I Go and ask the farmer for new straw, and he will be able to produce sturdy and beautiful straw shoes. He will sell penny money at the bazaar! He can sell straw shoes, but we do n’t want to sell straw shoes. Jiushu is too lazy to do it and raise himself Fatty and strong, even with the lice on his body. Fatty and strong. He told me before he died, he dreamed of a fairy. The fairy directed him to give up his body early. He must be concentrating on practice . And then you have to go to heaven to be a god. Do n’t be sad, old man. When you are sad, Jiushu is not a peace as a god. Six roots are not clean! "

Uncle Zhu Ba could n’t help but say that her heart was twitching again, and his little nine would play with sandals? He was completely defeated by his irresistible narrative. He sniffed his nose, glaring at his son who corrected his impression: "Xiao Jiu likes to sit under a flower tree and write poems in the spring. You have a couplet in the courtyard where you live, under the window of the quiet bamboo mountain, Flower burnt mountains and red brocade. He wrote, he named the courtyard as red brocade. He was a jinshi at the age of seventeen! "

The words that are not abandoned are very ugly, and she will not appreciate calligraphy. But she can see that the two lines of calligraphy carved on the ebony wood on both sides of the courtyard door are very beautiful, like the bamboo in front of her, beautiful and elegant.

Under the spring flower trees, the wind blows off the petals and flutters. A gentle young gentleman raises his head slightly and **** in the air with floral fragrance, smiles slightly, and writes a gentle verse with a stroke.

The peach blossoms at Qiaotou are blooming, and the warm sun is shining. Hua Jiu sat on the small stone bridge to catch lice, smiled and satisfactorily ate without refusing to eat.

The nine uncles of the two worlds coincide at this moment.

Those soft and loving eyes, the snowy night, spoke wildly in her ears. Do not give up a burst of pain in my heart.

After suffocating for a few days, he finally vomited and hurriedly, and Mr. Zhu Ba babbled in the silent bamboo forest and said his thoughts about his son. In the end, he insisted sadly: "Xiao Jiu never picks mushrooms! He won't play straw shoes! He will never have lice on him! He will never dig a voles hole!"

These things will never happen to his son. The Zhu family was a jinshi at the age of seventeen, and the nine young masters who are as warm as jade are absolutely impossible to do these things!

However, Mr. Zhu Ba's heart looked like a mirror. He was just sad, like all ordinary parents in the world, he did not want his children to suffer such a crime.

Uncle Jiu has a father who loves him, he is really happy. Without giving up the sad and fascinating imagination, Jiu Shu washed his face and put on Jinyi.

But why did he leave home? Why be a beggar? Why is it that black Xuanzhu, who can hold millions of silver, would rather starve and freeze? Uncle Jiu didn't go back to Zhu Mansion. He died but asked her to come back. why? She was an adopted girl, why did Uncle Ji keep telling her not to forget to pass on the career of the Hua Family, that is, the Zhu Family? How did he pick her up?

He did n’t give up listening for a long time, and he did n’t hear Mr. Zhu confessing the reason why Uncle Jiu left home and became a beggar. She couldn't help it, and asked anxiously: "Zhu Man is so rich, why is Uncle Ji ... poor being a beggar? Although he later became a fairy, there are always reasons why he wants to beg for God. ? "

Uncle Zhu Ba dragged his head and said nothing.

I can't bear tolerating, and no matter how many good words I just said and how many lies I lied to make the old man feel better. She pointed to Zhu Baye and scolded: "Tiger poison doesn't eat children, you shouldn't care about him if you regenerate him! If he can eat well and wear warm, he won't go so young ?!"

A series of doubts almost exploded without being abandoned.

Uncle Zhu Ba jumped higher than her, and his voice was louder: "He is not for you!"

The voice stopped abruptly. The old and young beasts with red eyes glared at each other.

"For me? Why is it for me? Is it true that he is my real dad? You object to his dealings with my mother, so he ran away from home in one breath, and never returned after being killed?

Uncle Zhu Ba was pale and scared, staring at his serious and excited face, showing the same expression as the directors. He buzzed his lips, as if he was excited and sad as he regretted, and finally defeated in his unyielding eyes, murmured, "Xue Fei is my daughter."

With this said, Mr. Zhu sat on the ground and cried aloud.

The long-standing secret has been basked by the midday sun, turned into a pool of water, and cast its head on his body. When the wind blows, it cools from head to toe.