Chapter 60 The Gamble between Lu Zhishen and Zhu Wu

After drinking too much at noon, Lu Zhishen drank a bowl of wine and scolded his mother, and greeted the ancestors lying in Shutong's ancestral grave a hundred and eighty times. relation. I think, one thing, to hurt you, only enemies can't do it, you have to have friends. Lu Zhishen has a bad temper, and he often greets his mother. He doesn't have many friends on the mountain. Wu Song is one, Lin Chong is one, and I am one. I can't read, if Wu Song didn't say it, Lin Chong didn't say it, Lu Zhishen would never know the content of the couplet, and he wouldn't be angry.

The enemy slanders you behind your back, and your friend tells you the words again, and you get angry and hurt yourself again, is the friend helping you or hurting you? I haven't figured this out yet, Zhu Wu came, and his book boy was beaten like a bun, so he couldn't ignore it. People are weird sometimes, if you slap him, he may endure it, but if you slap someone around him, he may fight you desperately. Zhu Wu didn't make any noise, his expression was calm, and he brought with him ten taels of silver and a pair of couplets. Wu Song read the couplet again. The first couplet: Bisha likes to lean on the summer; the second couplet: Conquer the trough, drink and beat Uncle Lu.Cross-link: Lying carnation.

Everyone was at a loss, and no one knew what it meant. Zhu Wu said that this pair of couplets implied a mystery, and hanging them on the door couplets could ward off disasters and avoid disasters. Lu Zhishen happily asked Cao Zheng to hang them up. Zhu Wu asked Lu Zhishen how to solve the matter of his book boy. Lu Zhishen said that the book boy was beating himself. Zhu Wu said that beating a dog depends on the owner. He insisted that Lu Zhishen apologize in public. Zhang's face was so thick that even an awl couldn't pierce it, the beating was useless, and the two of them became more and more stiff as they talked.

In the end, Zhu Wu suggested that the two compete and compare their strength, and the winner has the final say. What Lu Zhishen is most proud of is his brute strength, he shows off everywhere when he has nothing to do, and he readily agrees when he hears a comparison of strength. Zhu Wu said that whoever can lift himself up will win. When Lu Zhishen heard it, he cursed loudly, isn't this embarrassing for me, I have no hair, how can I lift myself up? Zhu Wu snorted coldly, took a rope, tied one end to his waist, and the other end to a tree branch, and lifted himself up three times. Lu Zhishen conceded defeat and apologized in public.

Lu Zhishen couldn't help muttering: If I had hair, I wouldn't lose. In fact, before the match between the two, I knew that Zhu Wu would definitely win. I'm stupid, and I can't see through many things, but I have a trick, which is to treat people wrongly. Because I know that there is no good or bad thing, it depends on who does it. For example, standing on the top of a mountain and pretending to be deep, if it is Brother Song, it is called worrying about the country and the people, and if it is me, it is pretending to be aggressive. For another example, Brother Song proposed to hold a lantern show during the holidays, and the brothers would say that Brother Song was a harmonious group and had fun with the people. If I mentioned it, the brothers would scold me for having a convulsive brain and wasting counterfeit food.

Therefore, I have always been wrong with people. Whenever there is a meeting, if Brother Song agrees, I will shout long live, and if Brother Song disagrees, I will treat it like a fart. Whenever Zhu Wu bets, no matter what the bet is on the sow climbing the tree, I will bet on him to win!