Chapter 59 Baoqi

Benyi also has a nickname: "Dripping Guy".It was Zhihuang who took this nickname.At that time, he was eating on the construction site, and saw Benyi's chopsticks beating against the side of the bowl, his eyes poking out from his eyeballs, entangled with other people's chopsticks in the meat bowl.Zhihuang suddenly said in amazement: "Why are you drooling all over the floor?" Benyi noticed that everyone was staring at him, so he wiped his mouth twice, "Is it dripping water?" He wiped away a wisp of saliva, but did not wipe off the grains of rice and oil on the beard.

Zhihuang pointed at him and smiled, "Damned again!" Everyone laughed too. Benyi tugged on his cuffs and wiped it again, but before it was wiped clean, he muttered, looking a little embarrassed.When he picked up the bowl and chopsticks again, he found that the meat bowl was empty in the blink of an eye.He couldn't help looking at the mouths around him one by one, as if he wanted to use his eyes to track where those fat lumps went, and what hateful stomachs they fell into. Later, he was quite resentful towards Zhihuang. "Eat when you eat, what do you call?" Generally speaking, Ben Yi is not a person who can't stand teasing, and outside of official duties, he is not good at maintaining his dignity.Sometimes I can only pretend to be deaf when encountering other people's words that are not big or small - and I am indeed a little deaf.But his hearing was particularly good on this day, and his face was very important, because there were people from other villages in Shangdi, and there was Minister He of the commune.Zhihuang's emphasis on his saliva on this occasion is Zhihuang's arrogance.

"Bao" means foolishness, and "Baoqi" means foolishness.Zhihuang's arrogance was well known in Maqiao.For example, he didn't know how to give up his seat to the cadres, he didn't know how to fake when ramming the ground, and he didn't understand that women have menstruation every month.He used to beat his mother-in-law too hard, so he looked very precious.Later, the mother-in-law got divorced and returned to her hometown in Pingjiang. From time to time, he gave the dreaming woman food and clothes, which made her look even more precious.The three quarries on Tianziling were bitten out one by one by him.The rocks he drilled can be piled up into mountains, and they are all bought, taken away, and used somewhere, but when he is distracted, he still regards these rocks as his.Because of this, many people couldn't reason with him anyway, and had nothing to do with his precious energy.I had no choice but to scold him bitterly, that's how I got the name "Huangbao".

When he went to someone's house to wash the mill, he refurbished an old mill.When talking about singing in the chat, he had a different opinion from the master, so he blushed from the quarrel.The boss said, you go, you go, my mill will not be washed.Huang Bao packed up his tools and got up, went out and remembered something, and came back to add: "You don't have to wash it anymore, it's nothing to worry about, but this mill doesn't belong to you. You want to understand." The boss thought for a long time and still didn't understand. After taking a few steps, Huang Bao turned his head bitterly: "Do you know? It's not yours!"

"It may not be yours?" "It's not mine either, it's my father's." What he meant was: the mill was made by his father, so it belongs to him. Another time, a man from Double Dragon Bow came to the quarry to weep and cry, saying that his uncle had died and he had no money to bury him, and he was afraid that he would die, so he begged Zhihuang to credit him for a tombstone.Seeing him crying pitifully, Zhihuang said forget it, why credit?Just take it, and guarantee your uncle's death.After all, he picked a good blue and white stone, chiseled a stele for him, and tied a pair of ropes to help him carry him down the ridge for a journey.At this time, the quarry has been collected collectively.Fucha was an accountant, and found that he had given away the stele for nothing, so he insisted on recovering the money, saying that he had no right to do such a favor at all.The two had a big fight.

Zhihuang said with a dark face: "I fried the rock head, I broke it, I cut it, I chiseled it, how did it become the team's one? It's unreasonable!" The review had no choice but to deduct his work points. Huang Bao didn't care about the work points, and let the team cadres go up and deduct them.He doesn't care about everything other than the rock head. Those things are not from his hands, so they don't have much to do with him. He can't think of any reason to care.When he divorced Shui Shui back then, people from Shui Shui's natal family almost moved all his belongings, but he didn't care, he watched them move and even made tea for them.He lives in Shangcun, and there is a piece of good bamboo on the slope not far away.In spring, the bamboo roots scurry around the ground, and the shoots run around. Sometimes, in someone’s vegetable garden, or under the bed, or in the pig’s pen, thick shoots emerge.According to the general rules, wherever the bamboo shoots go, it belongs to that family.Zhihuang understood this, but he couldn't remember it as soon as he did it; when he went to build a melon shed in the vegetable garden, he saw a stranger in the garden, probably a passerby, and ran away in a panic as soon as he saw him.The man didn't know the way, so he jumped into the ditch instead of walking on the main road. Zhihuang couldn't help but to cry out, and watched helplessly as the man stepped on the ground and fell into the deep ditch, half of his body sinking into the ditch. silt.With a sound, a fat bamboo shoot rolled out of the man's arms.

Obviously they dug up bamboo shoots from Zhihuang's garden.Zhihuang ignored it, hurried to catch up, pulled out the hatchet from the back of his waist, chopped off a small tree, put the end of the tree trunk in the ditch, let the people below the ditch grab it, and slowly climbed up the ditch. The passer-by looked pale, looked at the knife in Zhihuang's hand, and trembled all over.Seeing that he didn't make any movements, he tentatively moved to the side of the road. "Hey! Your bamboo shoots—" Zhihuang shouted loudly. The man nearly fell. "You don't want any more bamboo shoots?"

He threw the bamboo shoots over. The man picked up the bamboo shoots from the ground, stared blankly at Zhihuang, and really didn't see any trap or danger, so he ran as if fleeing for his life, and disappeared after a while.Zhihuang looked at the man's back a little funny, and it took a while before he showed a puzzled expression. Afterwards, everyone in the village laughed at Zhihuang, saying that it was fine if he didn't catch the thief, and even cut down a tree to rescue the thief from the ditch.What's even more ridiculous is that, fearing that the thief will take an empty road, they have to send their own things forward.Huang Bao blinked at these words and just smoked his cigarette.