Chapter 62 Brother Song's salted fish dream, ha!

I slept soundly without heart and lungs, and had two dreams, a good dream and a nightmare. The good dream was a dream of eating salted fish, and the nightmare was a dream of stuffing straw into the neighbor’s chimney when I was a child. The neighbor sued my father, and my father took it. The big ear scraper slapped me, and I woke up in a daze, my face seemed to be still hot. Bao Xu stared at his red panda eyes, leaned in front of him and said, Brother Hei, you're awake! It was not yet three o'clock, this guy was doing his job well, I patted him on the shoulder and told him to go back to sleep.Brother Song was lying on the ground, sleeping like a dead pig, snoring loudly.

I went over and called him for a long time, didn't even hum, shook my arms, but still didn't respond.I suddenly thought to myself, you bastard, you pretend to be noble every day like a dog, and I pretend to be a grandson with my tail between my legs every day, now let's see how I can punish you. I stuffed the stinky socks that hadn’t been washed in half a year into his mouth, and this guy kept babbling, “Damn, I’ll give you two taels of paint and you’re still running a dyeing workshop. I pulled out the socks and slapped him twice. It was heavy, and ten finger marks appeared on the black face, which were black and shiny.

The guy finally woke up, opened his eyes, wiped his mouth, rubbed his face, said he dreamed of stealing salted fish, was caught and slapped twice, and praised me for being reliable! There was a burst of joy in my heart.