Chapter 89 The philosophy of drawing pigs

Today I went to the casino to play dice. Usually, I would not give up until the tip of the moon. The dwarf tiger also used the excuse of going to the latrine to urinate. I have nothing to do, I went to the back mountain to look at Lao Huang, his face was still swollen, so I resisted not slapping him. When going down the mountain, I met Wang Xiaohu, carrying a basket covered with a red cloth, which was a thief.When asked what he was doing, the guy stammered and said that Sanniang had a pug and he was going to cut some grass. I didn't think much about it at the time, and kindly told him that the grass in the south of the mountain is very green, and I often go to cut it for Lao Huang. But the more I think about it the more I look back, the more it's wrong, damn it, play me like a monkey, dogs don't eat grass! ! !

I met a few brothers one after another, all carrying things, sneaking around, asking them what they were doing and not saying anything. Bar, draw a big pig next to it, stick a stick under the stomach, I dare!Today is Papa Song's birthday! It is not easy to be a leader, you have to remember big and small festivals, when the time comes, you must express yourself. You have to remember the leader's birthday, his parents' birthday, his wife's and children's birthdays, and you will be happy when the time comes. You also have to remember the anniversary of his ancestor's death. You must not laugh loudly on that day, let alone set off firecrackers.

If there are too many festivals, it’s easy to get confused. It’s okay to say about traditional festivals, and you will naturally remember that the streets are full of moon cakes. It’s probably because the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming. If the streets are filled with glutinous rice balls, it must be the Lantern Festival. Brothers They go to your house to gossip if they have something to do, and if they refuse to leave until midnight, it must be that the Spring Festival is coming, and you should pay back the money! But other festivals, such as Big Brother Song’s birthday, Chao’s death anniversary, Hua Erlang’s 100th day, etc., can’t be remembered accurately, and it’s hard to ask others. After inquiring about it, he kept it as a secret in his heart, wishing that all the people in the cottage would forget it and only he would remember it, how could he tell you?

I have a bad memory and I can’t write, so I made mistakes several times. Last time Hua Rong’s old lady had her 80th birthday, I thought it was his own birthday, so I brought a tiger whip to it, which made the old lady’s face slump. like a donkey. In order to get my ass right, I made up my mind to worship Zhu Wu as my teacher to learn how to read and write, and this fellow told me about the Four Books and Five Classics. Damn, I don't plan to take the imperial examination, learning those things is useful. I told him, just learn the names of the leaders. I didn’t realize that writing is different from killing people. I can kill people when I pick up an axe. Eyes, say to cut your teeth, never touch your lips.

It's weird to write, holding the pen, I can't listen to it, it's crooked, I've learned my name for three months, and I always make mistakes, damn it, what can I do to my dead ghost father who can't read a word? I came up with such a bird name. This guy scolded me every day for being stupid, so I stopped learning in a fit of anger. Stupid people naturally have stupid ways, I came up with an idea, draw a horizontal line, one horizontal line represents Chao Tianwang, two horizontal lines, Brother Song, three horizontal lines, Wu Junshi... It's not difficult, the total number of leaders on my head is ten or so.

But where are his parents? I thought about it for three days and three nights, and suddenly I came up with a brilliant idea. I went to ask Jin Dajian to learn painting as my teacher. I only learned how to draw pigs. After half a month of learning, I still have a good look. Enough is enough, I have made a mark next to the important festivals in the old calendar: the vertical bar represents the leader, his parents, and is represented by a big pig. The one with a stick under the stomach is the father, and the one without is the mother. Good points, the one with a knife in the pig's head is the death day, and the one without the knife is the birthday.The child is represented by a pig.

The wives and concubines are also easy to divide. The one under the belly is the wife of the main house, the two circles are the second room, and the three circles are the third room. His mother, the most under Chao Gai's pig has more than 20 paintings Circle, the entire almanac is full... The department-level cadres haven't been approved yet, this is a critical moment, don't be careless, seal fifty taels of silver, and send it to Father Song.